Published on September 7,2015 Genres: Contemporary, Romance
Cole Masten. Abandoned by his superstar wife, Hollywood’s Perfect Husband is now Hollywood’s Sexiest Bachelor: partying hard and screwing even harder. Watch out Los Angeles, there's a new bad boy in town.
Summer Jenkins. That’s me, a small town girl stuck in Quincy, Georgia. I cook some mean chicken and dumplins, can bluff a grown man out of his savings in poker, and was voted Most Friendly my senior year.
We were from different worlds. Our lives shouldn’t have collided. But then Cole Masten read a book about my small town. And six months later, his jet landed on our dusty airstrip, and he brought Hollywood with him.
From the start, I knew he was trouble. For our town. And for me.
Sometimes, opposites just aren’t meant to attract.
We are so excited to have Michelle’s review of this highly anticipated book by my #1 #girlcrush. IF you know me, you know that I’m in love (yes, truly in love) with AT (my nickname for Alessandra). Alessandra created Brad DeLuca!!! ’nuff said! You don’t know Brad DeLuca? Seriously, no? Then you MUST read her Innocence Trilogy and get to know one of my all time favorite male book crushes. He’s hot. He sexy. He’s alpha. Did I mention HOT? Click here for one of my favorite posts… I am convinced this series is based on her real life and Brad is really her husband. So I interviewed him. It’s all here. But enough about Brad and my love for everything Alessandra. Here’s Michelle’s kick ass review.
REVIEW by Michelle:
What happens when Hollywood evades a small southern town?
In this contemporary romance by Alessandra Torre, Hollywood Dirt delivers the goods in every way!
When a story of small southern town catches Cole Masten’s eye. He knows this story is his next big thing. But in the midst of gaining momentum for his next venture, his world is falling apart. The Hollywood-Mega-Couple has split and Cole is slowly turning from Hollywood’s darling into Hollywood’s bad boy. Leaving the glitz, glam and temptation of tinsel town behind, Cole arrives in Quincy early to gear up for the movie but mostly to stay out of trouble.
Summer Jenkins isn’t the typical Quincy resident. She was born of wealth, but rather found herself escaping into the night with her mother to this small town, always a little bit of an outsider in a town with too many manners to ever make her feel unwelcome. But for Summer, she may be a small town girl, but she has big dreams. Dreams that will one day, hopefully take her away from a town that is filled with hushed whispers of her past.
When the production company hits a few dead ends with the townsfolk, Summer steps in to help. After all this small town may like the excitement of Hollywood gracing its streets – but that doesn’t mean they are going to welcome it with open arms.
Cole and Summer navigate a shaky friendship and business relationship all while the tension of their attraction builds. Summer was nothing he was looking for when he arrived in Quincy but it turns out, sometimes the best things are found when you least expect.
This book had my heart racing, my knees weakening and leaving me with a major case of the feels. Between the moments where Summer’s sass stole the show, Cole became larger than life and that damn rooster. I died. Toss in an utter surprise for all fans of Alessandra Torre, which caused me to toss my kindle for the bed and shout out in pure excitement, and I can easily say that this book is one of my top favorites for 2015.
Hollywood Dirt captured every emotion within its pages. I laughed, hard. My heart grew as these two came together and I found this love story so damn touching. I loved the wit and the reserved, although at times back-handed, manners of our southern belle.
I loved the way we were given the pieces of Summer’s past slowly as the story unfolded. I loved the vulnerability both these characters had, even at their strongest moments, you just felt them so deeply. I became their biggest cheerleader. This book was so different from the type of story that we’ve seen Alessandra deliver and she hit it out of the park. I adored seeing her venture into this realm of romance, proving that she can write absolutely anything. Hollywood Dirt is no doubt the it book of 2015. Cole Masten is going to steal the hearts of women all over the world.
When the door to the production trailer burst open, it brought with it a wave of heat and beauty. Cole looked up from the storyboards and locked eyes with Summer, who blew across the room at him like a tornado on tilt.
“There’s no love story between Ida and Royce.” Summer snapped, throwing down the script, pages fluttering down between them. In the small trailer, conversations stalled and he could feel the attention turn their way. “I’ve read the book. Three times!”
It was good to know that someone had read the damn book. Cole glanced down at her temper tantrum of a mess and back up, raising his eyebrows mildly. “It’s a movie,” he said, turning back to the storyboards. “The writers are adding some excitement. It’s normal. You’d know that if you were in this business.” The dig was unnecessary but he couldn’t help it. This woman turned him into the devil.
“I read the first script. The one you sent over with my contract. Ida and Royce hated each other. Why would Royce…” she snatched up a page from the ground and read out a line. “pushes Ida against the file cabinet and kisses her passionately.” She balled up the page and threw it down to the ground and he could see, in her eyes, the panic. Panic. An unexpected reaction.
“We’ll use that,” Don made the dangerous move of stepping in, putting a soft hand on her shoulder. “You don’t understand. The passion from their hatred will make it hotter.”
“No.” Summer said, her face hard, her eyes on Cole. “It doesn’t make it hotter. It makes it stupid.”
“Aww… come on, Summer.” Cole chided, stepping closer, his hand reaching out to pull at her wrist. She fought him, yanking it back and the moment of their bodies meeting didn’t happen. He leaned down and whispered, right against her ear, the smell of her apple-scented lotion enough to make him want to empty out the production trailer right that moment. “Sure it does.”
She jerked back and twisted away. “If he kisses me on camera I’m going to lose it.” She shot at Don, pointing an accusatory finger in Cole’s direction.
“I know you will,” Cole laughed, crossing his arms to fight from reaching out. “You’ll fall apart under my mouth, baby.”
Summer screamed in response, her hands thrown up in frustration, and spun to leave, her script left behind, the slam of the exit door loud in the full production trailer.
“That went well,” Cole mused. He linked his hands and rested them on his head, rolling his shoulders back. Panic. She’d had panic in her eyes. Fuck.
“What do you expect?” Don said. “You threw this on her without warning. I told you we should have met with her this morning, gone over the changes to prepare her. But no – you just wanted to dump it on her via call sheets and sides.”
“Dump it on her? I was People’s Sexiest Man last year. She’s not mentally adjusting to a war camp for God’s sake. How hard is it to kiss me?”
“It’s actually three kisses,” a dark-haired PA to his left pointed out. “And a grope.”
He gave her a hard look and she withered a little.
“I’ll go talk to her,” Don said. “Eileen, you shoot #4 and I’ll talk to Summer. I want to try to get #14 shot at eleven so let’s get our asses in gear and get this done.”
“I’ll talk to her.” Cole stepped in. “You shoot #4 and I’ll talk to her.”
“No,” Don snapped. “With my luck you two would make up and any authenticity to the scene would disappear. Just stay away from her and be ready at eleven.”
Cole chewed on his cheek, then nodded. “Fine.” Don was right. He should stay away from her. Far. Far away.
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