SNEAK PEEK : Hard Glamour (The Glamour Series, #1) by Maggie Marr

SNEAK PEEK

HARD GLAMOUR

NEW SERIES BY MAGGIE MARR

New Adult Contemporary

Releasing January 14, 2014

Lane Channing doesn’t have much to leave behind in Kansas.  She promised her dying mother she would follow her dreams no matter what.  That’s why this summer Lane is taking ‘the big risk’ and leaving the Midwest for an internship in LA at CTA.  She arrives for her internship in her old jeep with 20 bucks until her first paycheck — but she has a job!  A dream job that will get her into the Industry…or she thought she did until she finds out that CTA gave her job away!  Now she’s broke, unemployed and stuck in LA with no safety net.

Dillon MacAvoy has one goal–to become a star.  His agent and publicist have been honing his bad-boy can’t-be-tamed forever-single image in preparation for the release of Dillon’s first film.  An image that will sell tickets, solidify Dillon’s career.  Besides, it’s an image that is very close to the truth.  Nothing matters to Dillon but his career and his brother.  He’s got offers for great roles stacking up but the studios are getting ready to pull the deals if he won’t give them answers.  Problem?  He keeps sleeping with his script readers and then tossing them aside.  Then Dillon’s brother Choo finds the perfect reader for Dillon, a reader that is completely untouchable–Choo finds Lane Channing.

Lane is saved by the job opportunity to read for Dillon MacAvoy and if she can last the entire summer as his reader then she will have a job next spring when she graduates college.   But she will have to ignore the heat that pulses through her whenever Dillon is in the room.  Dillon can’t get distracted by Lane–she could ruin the brand that his agent and publicist have built a brand that includes Dillon as forever single bad boy–an image that as Dillon gets to know Lane Channing might not fit his identity anymore.

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Sneak Peek Excerpt

Dillon

            I couldn’t stop myself.  I wanted to because I didn’t want to hurt Lane.  I didn’t want to draw here into my insane world.  I wanted her to read for me this summer and then go back to Kansas where she could meet someone good for her, someone that would take care of her, but when I looked in her eyes and saw that she understood.  She got how hard it was to go into that room and pretend to be happy but how it was also an honor and of course I couldn’t cry in there.  It was tragic and sad but it would be selfish to cry–that family was experiencing that pain.

            It was my job, to do the very best I could to bring some light and joy into that room if only they got to have their son for 6 days or 6 months I was meant to lighten their load.  I  wasn’t the star of that show.

            And Lane got it.

            Her lips trembled and her voice shook and her eyes those damn turquoise eyes with specks of green were wet and wide and she was just so their and so alive and so beautiful what else—there was nothing else I could do.  I wanted her.  I’d wanted her from the moment I met her.

            I needed to kiss her, it wasn’t a choice.  I reached out and I grabbed her by both arms and pulled her to me.  Her lips were soft and at first surprised but she yielded to me.  I pressed her against the elevator wall.  My mouth was so greedy for her.

            Heat burst through my belly.  I was hard and my cock throbbed.  I hadn’t been this turned on — ever.

            My hand skimmed over her bare thigh and along the edges of her shorts.  Damn that amazing beautiful thigh.  My hand pressed up over the top of her shirt, against her waist and to the edge of the roundness of her breast.  A soft moan came from deep in her throat and I nearly exploded.  She pressed her hips forward against mine. I touched the edge of her breast and another soft little moan escaped her throat.  A moan that nearly undid me.  I pressed harder against her.

            Then the elevator dinged.  I looked at her and the heat in my body stunned me.  What was I thinking?  We were in a fucking elevator in a hospital?  I wasn’t … I couldn’t think, that was obvious–I couldn’t even think when Lane was around.  I jerked away from Lane and burst off the elevator and toward the hospital doors.  I needed air.  This…I hadn’t meant to, didn’t — shouldn’t have.  Fuck what had I done?  I looked over my shoulder once before I slammed through the automatic doors, the look on Lane’s face–the look she was shocked and surprised and stunned.  Her fingers lingered on her lips where seconds before my lips had been.

About the Author

 

Maggie Marr grew up in the Midwest and made the move to Los Angeles to work in the movie business.  She was a motion picture literary agent for ICM before becoming a full time writer.  She’s written for film and TV and ghostwritten for celebrities.  She lives in Los Angeles with her husband and children.

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Blog: http://maggiemarr.blogspot.com/

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