All she wants for Christmas is for Hollywood to love her again. But once she meets him, her Christmas list changes.
Jen’s only Christmas wish: Hollywood falling back in love with her. Meeting ex-Marine Gunner was a bonus. She likes that he isn’t impressed by celebrities or the movie biz. She likes that he’s funny and sweet … and drop-dead gorgeous. And she loves that he has no idea who her alter-ego is: Jen Fleming, Hollywood bad-girl and paparazzi target number one. Why ruin an amazing affair when he’s leaving after the new year?
But the closer they get, the harder she falls, and the more she wants to tell Gunner everything. Especially once he shares his secret with her.
Her new Christmas wish: Gunner accepts and loves her for who she really is.
Hollywood Holiday Excerpt:
“I’m fine,” I said, wanting to mean it.
The plane bounced again, then dropped before leveling out once more.
“So is Gunner a Marine nickname or something?” I asked. My throat felt tight and dry. “I mean, you’re a Marine, right?”
I glanced at him. “Was? It’s not one of those once a Marine, always—” The plane dropped again, and my stomach dropped with it. “Oh, God,” I groaned.
“Medical discharge,” he said. “I’m not much use anymore.”
From where I was sitting he was about as perfect a male specimen as I’d ever seen. There was the slightest hint of frustration, or sadness, in his tone, but the plane began to shake and jostle and I knew I was going to have a panic attack.
“Jenny.” He folded up the arm rest between us. “Hey, look at me. You’re okay. It’s just like a roller coaster ride.”
“I throw up on roller coasters.”
He laughed. “Okay, then don’t think about roller coasters. Bad idea.”
I nodded, covering my face with my hands.
The ping sounded again. “This is your captain speaking. Looks like we’re in for a rocky trip. We’re flying into a storm system that…”
But I didn’t hear anything after the rocky trip comment.
“Rockier than this?” I asked Gunner, whispering.
He shrugged. “I know you’re fine and everything, but…” He paused, holding his hand out.
I stared at his hand, willing myself not to grab it. But the plane dropped a good fifteen feet and I didn’t care. I grabbed his hand. He pulled me against him this time, wrapping his arm around me and holding me close.
About the author: Sasha is part gypsy. Her passions have always been storytelling, Hollywood, history, and travel. It’s no surprise that her books include a little of each. Her first play, ‘Greek Gods and Goddesses’ was written for her Girl Scout troupe. She’s been writing ever since. She loves getting lost in the worlds and characters she creates; even if she frequently forgets to run the dishwasher or wash socks when she’s doing so. Luckily, her four brilliant children and hero-inspiring hubby are super understanding and supportive.
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