by Angela Scavone
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Publisher: Pearman Literary Publishing
Famous Hollywood actress, Elizabeth Stanfield, has a glamorous lifestyle with a lavish house, glittery parties, a people magazine’s fifty most beautiful people fiance and best friend Billy Stone – Famous actor, producer and secret organized crime enforcer.
Everything is not as it seems…Elizabeth’s fiance cheats on her, a studio head and director are hell bent on making her life miserable and it gets harder to keep her secrets protected.
The only good thing in her life is Billy, their budding romance, and connections that give them freedom to do whatever they want in Hollywood.
Will their connections be enough to keep their secrets hidden and Celebrity Status safe or are they doomed to be torn down?
“So, Mr. Stone.” I seductively moved towards him. “When do you have to be back on set?” I stood in front of him.
“Well, Miss. Stanfield.” Taking a cue from me, he put his hands on my hips and began to pull me towards him. “I don’t have to be back there for another hour.”
“Really?” I allowed myself to be pulled forward. Putting a knee on the couch on either side of his hips, I straddled him and sat on his lap. “Neither do I.”
With my hands on either side of his face, I bent down and kissed him. He pulled me closer and began undoing my blouse, slowly, one agonizing button at a time.
As I kissed him, I started to work on the button of his pants. Once I got that opened, I pulled my shirt off to speed up the process.
“A little impatient?” He laughed as I pulled his shirt over his head.
“Uh, yeah, we only have an hour.”
“Elizabeth, trust me, that’s plenty of time.”
I began kissing his neck. I could feel his arm muscles tighten as he began work the back clasp of my bra.
I moved from his neck, to his shoulder, to his collarbone, and then down to his chest. I was continuing my descent when there was a knock on the trailer door.
“Go away,” Billy commanded to the intruder.
“Billy, we need to talk.” Sonny’s voice came from the other side.
Without hesitation, I continued my journey down to his stomach as I slid off him and knelt on the floor between his knees.
“Not now, Sonny.” Billy took in a sharp breath as I circled his belly button.
“I’m not asking again.” Sonny sounded angry. “I need to speak with you and Elizabeth now. I do not like to be kept waiting.”
“Oh, for God’s sake,” I said, extremely irritated, and stood up. I quickly threw on my blouse and began buttoning it up as I opened the door.
“What do you want?” I asked angrily.
Behind me Billy was buttoning up his pants and trying to find his shirt.
“Oh God,” Sonny exclaimed as he walked in. “Is this what I have to watch out for every time I come to see you guys?”
“Well, if you had listened to Billy and left us alone, you wouldn’t be witnessing this, would you?”
“What are you doing?” Sonny ignored my snarky comment and asked Billy.
“I can’t find my shirt.”
I looked around and it was on the opposite side of the trailer on the floor. I must have really flung it when I took it off him.
“It’s over there.” Sonny pointed it out.
Billy looked to where it was but didn’t move from the couch. “It’s okay, I don’t really need it right now,” he said as he crossed his legs.
“Oh God,” Sonny repeated. “I don’t know if I can handle this.”
I laughed at Sonny’s discomfort and threw Billy his shirt.
“So?” I said to Sonny. “What was so urgent that you had to bust in here?”
“We have a problem.”
“Yes, I know,” I sarcastically answered. “We now only have forty-five minutes until we are due back on set and I should be underneath Billy by now.”
Sonny made a face.
Angela lives in Ontario, Canada sharing her home with her father and her two much-loved pups. She currently works for the Board of Education behind the scenes supporting and analyzing student data, however, in her spare time, apart from her avid love of storytelling, she likes to read, spend time with family and friends and concoct dairy free recipes from scratch. Sometimes she wins some, and sometimes she loses some – tofu, banana and peanut butter pudding we are looking at you.