by Riley Love
“That’s amazing.” This was beyond my expectations. “But I’m not sure about the tour thing. As much as I want to say yes, I’ll have to see how my mom did while I was away. Routine is her friend. Change is not.”
Anita told me everything was fine after the fall, and in a few hours, I’d see if she’d only said that so I wouldn’t worry. But this wasn’t about me. I promised Mom I’d take care of her, and I refused to break it.
Even for Jupiter in Blue.
Casey nodded. “The guys know how much you have on your plate, and they want to hire someone to help you regularly so if you want to go out of town for a day or if you want to take a walk by yourself, you can. My family went through this with my grandma. It’s way too big of a job for one person. Even if you never go on tour, take the help, Alina. The guys want you to have that.”
I was crying. I’d given up asking for help because I felt like we were a burden to everyone. “Thank you.”
“You don’t have to answer right now. Think about it once you get back home. The guys want you to do what’s best for you and your family.”
I was stunned and overwhelmed. “Thank you,” I said. “For taking a chance on me.”
“No, thank you. The change in the band from when I left is night and day. They were getting frustrated with Alex, the label, and me. You came at exactly the right time. They were scared that no one would give a shit they were back, and now they’re talking like they can take over the world.” She wiped tears away from her own cheeks. “They want to see you before you go.”
“I asked them not to do that.” For my own selfish reasons. I didn’t know if I’d be able to tear myself away. “I’m glad they didn’t listen.”
“They’re here, Alina. Outside the door, waiting for me to invite their sorry asses in.”
No invitation necessary. Fresh tears sprang to my eyes when I found the guys outside. My guys. I hugged Hunter first, letting him rock me back and forth in his strong arms.
“We wanted to make sure you were taken care of, Alina. You and your mom. For as long as you need.” He gave me an openmouthed kiss that said all the things words couldn’t express and then motioned for me to go to Todd. He did the same thing, but his message was different. As was Zach’s.
Blake’s gray eyes looked like sea glass when they twinkled. “Told you it wasn’t goodbye, Alina.”
“Thank you.” I’d written volumes of stories about these guys. They’d been my sanctuary in so many storms, a way to escape my reality. But now they were my reality, and it was better than I ever imagined. “For making my wildest dreams come true.”
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Snowed in With the Stuntmen
SNOWED IN WITH THE STUNTMEN
One snowstorm. Four stuntmen to keep me warm.
I’ve landed the role of a lifetime, starring in a major feature film. But—there’s always one of those, isn’t there? My ex is starring opposite me, and he’s making sure I know he’s moved on. Paparazzi are everywhere, trying to get the story of why we called it quits.
I want to get out of here, but with a huge snowstorm coming in, no one’s leaving this secluded resort. My four sexy costars are supposed to play the villains, but this weekend, they’ll show me I’m the star of the show.
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*** SNEAK PEEK ***
“Get me out of the contract!” I roared. The paparazzi and the gossip hounds that security could never seem to clear away from my hotel room door would have plenty to write about tonight. Good. Maybe a little public relations nightmare would make my agent and production take me seriously. I wasn’t usually this much of a diva, but this movie was going downhill in a hurry. I couldn’t work with my ex another minute.
“Albany, I know it seems bad right now.” Rose, my agent, exhaled loudly. She’d really tried to quit her pack-a-day habit, but my drama had her chain smoking again. I’d feel guilty about it later. “But it’s only a month. You don’t have to see Kyle every day. You can do this. Pledge of Allegiance has an amazing script. I’ve already heard some whispers about awards.”
I didn’t know how she could hear anything over my desperate pleas. So yelling wasn’t working—that was clear. Time to turn on the charm. I was an actress, apparently a pretty good one, if Rose was to be believed. But stroking my ego was part of her job.
“No, it’s not a lot of time. But I’m concerned about the script. It’s supposed to be this love-conquers-all type of thing, but the director keeps saying she doesn’t believe the connection between me and Kyle.” My ex. My costar. We’d been America’s favorite couple, until he started pursuing other interests. Like his personal makeup artist. In order for the script to work, we had to make the viewers believe we were still in love. It would be the most challenging role of our careers.
“You’re an actress. Make it happen.” Maybe stroking my ego wasn’t always a part of Rose’s job. “Think of it as payback. Make his cock so hard when he’s filming that he squirms in front of the crew. He won’t be able to think of anything but you. Be the bigger person, Albany. The one who moves on.”
Giving my ex blue balls didn’t exactly seem like moving on, but it did sound satisfying.
“I’m trying, but you keep telling me I have to finish this movie.” A half-dozen actresses struggling to maintain cred on the B-list would walk over me with their stilettos to get this role. How did I know that? They’d already tried. “And I’m not sure how we’re going to do that. There’s a big storm coming. We probably won’t be able to film for the rest of the week. The locals are talking about an avalanche warning.”
Snow was a necessary evil for Pledge of Allegiance. I was playing the First Lady, and I got abducted by a gang of French thugs to settle the score in some international shenanigans—I wasn’t much for politics—and held hostage in a villa in the Alps. Kyle, my ex in real life and my pretend husband and fake president in the movie, had to decide if his love for me was stronger than his loyalty to the country. Luckily, we weren’t actually filming in the Alps—it was a sexy thriller and we were going more for atmosphere than accuracy—and for the next month, the cast and crew had taken over a small Vermont ski resort.
It was beautiful here but boring as hell. The resort was outside of a tiny town, and we were surrounded by nothing but trees and snow. We’d just started filming, and my rage for Kyle was too close to the surface of my skin for my own good. I hadn’t been myself, on or off camera. The word diva had been batted around, mostly whispered loudly behind my back. I’d been invited to dinner with the other actors, but I usually declined. There was no telling if Kyle was invited too. I spent most nights alone in my hotel room with a bottle of wine and my script, dreaming of ways I could stick it to Kyle’s character and get my revenge on screen.
“Albany, I’m begging you. Hang in there. It will be worth it.” R
ose coughed. I really did feel bad about making her smoke again. “Kyle will show his true colors. He always does. It’s your turn to shine.”
I paid her to say things like that too. But I wanted this to be my breakout role, more than anything. Dating Kyle had given me a taste of fame at that level. It wasn’t the people kissing my ass or the screaming fans I was after. I wanted the complete creative control that came with that perceived magic touch. People listened to Kyle because they thought all it took was attaching his name to something to make it a blockbuster. I’d been lucky, as a consistently working actress, but I was restless. I had so many ideas, and I wanted to bring my characters to life instead of someone else’s.
As soon as I hung up, an email pinged through to my phone. Due to expected inclement weather conditions, production will be down until Monday in the interest of the safety of the cast and crew.
It was Wednesday night. Snowpocalypse was slated to start early in the morning and tear our ski resort a new asshole until Friday. Had we been given advance warning, I would’ve gotten the hell out of Dodge. But movies were last-minute operations, and it was too late to escape.
There had to be something to do here. I’d be damned if I drank myself stupid in this hotel room for four straight days. In a wine-dazed fog, I’d find myself banging on Kyle’s door and doing something I regretted. Rose was right, a month wasn’t a long time—unless I made a fool out of myself. Then it was an eternity.
My only scene for the day filmed that morning. Some of the other cast and most of the crew were still on set, and I had the resort mostly to myself. Perfect time to venture out and grab a bite to eat without too many people around. Those paparazzi I was worried about would follow Kyle before they followed me. And I’d snapped at them, more than once. Had to earn my diva cred. But in case I was wrong, I pulled my hair back into a tight ponytail and wrapped a scarf around my neck. Sunglasses indoors would be totally ridiculous and a dead giveaway.
Sad thing was, some of those reporters had no idea who they were supposed to be following. I was another in a long line of Kyle Edwards’s exes. We all looked similar, like we’d rolled off an assembly line. He had a type. Long, dark hair, upturned nose, and big boobs. He liked them fake, but I came by mine honestly. I was a little heavier than the rest of his exes, according to the gossip sites, and that was how I’d stand out in a lineup.
I had a type too. I called it not a cheating asshole.
Getting out of my room was the best thing I could do. I needed to get my mind off Kyle, my role, and Pledge of Allegiance, even if only for as long as it took to eat my salad. The restaurant had just opened, but laughter already rang out from the bar. When I dined alone, that was where I preferred to sit. Under normal circumstances, pre-Kyle and Pledge of Allegiance, it was easier to blend in and not call attention to myself that way.
“Look at who it is! The star of the show!” A man’s booming voice ensured every eye in the room was on me. So much for plan A.
I couldn’t be too annoyed because the voice belonged to one of my favorite guys on the cast. Ethan, one of the stunt guys who was responsible for stealing me from my fake husband. He took my breath away every time I looked at him. Dark, shaggy hair, olive skin, and the most surprising blue eyes.
We hadn’t shot the actual abduction scene yet—movies weren’t filmed in chronological order; instead scenes were shot by when production could get the location—but we had done some of the scenes where I was being held prisoner in the French villa. Just me and four stuntmen hot enough to melt the snow, hellbent on revenge and the destruction of America.
At the risk of sounding like a traitor, I didn’t care if the rescue party ever found me. I’d be completely content living out the rest of my fictional days with my muscle-bound captors.
“Hi, guys.” I took a seat at the bar near their table. “Ready for the storm?”
“Got almost everything we need,” Drew, who looked to be the youngest of the group, said. He’d mentioned he was fresh out of the military, but I wasn’t sure what branch.
I wouldn’t mind being snowed in with him serving and protecting me. Hopefully, he assumed the flush that rose on my cheeks was a byproduct of the fireplace in the tavern.
“They’ll take care of us here.” That was the magical part of being part of a movie—everything was taken care of. Food, travel, lodging, and someone willing to cater to my every whim.
The stunt guys exchanged a knowing smile, like they shared an inside joke I didn’t understand. Whatever. I’d crashed their party. I turned back to the bar and picked up a menu. I hadn’t decided yet if I’d stay and have a glass of wine or order something to go. Kyle was shooting the late shift at our fake White House, which meant he and Tiffany, the personal makeup artist who serviced him in more ways than one, would be gone for hours.
We had a month left of shooting, and if I started acting like a hermit now, it would be the longest month of my life. Kyle Edwards might be the star of this show, but he couldn’t dull my shine unless I let him. I flagged down the bartender and ordered a glass of sauvignon blanc.
“Albany, are you having dinner by yourself?” Garrett, a California-issue blond and tan surfer, tugged on the back of my jacket.
I turned around to find his big, green eyes pleading for …something from me. The muscles low in my belly clenched, and for a moment, I pictured him naked and on his knees before me. Was is hot in here, or …
Where the heck was that wine?
“My date got caught in the storm.” I shrugged, barely suppressing a grin before I turned back to my waiting wine glass. Everyone on this movie was aware of the tension between Kyle and me, on and off the set. It would be sweet if this mythical date was a real person who showed up in time for the storm.
“You’re not eating alone.” Ethan’s words were tipped with a growl. It was the sexiest thing ever. He might have actually been French—there was a hint of an accent that I couldn’t quite place. Yeah, I had a crush on my costars. All four of them. They’d starred in quite a few of my fantasies.
Was it still considered Stockholm Syndrome if it was only make believe?
“Join us, Albany.” Drew waggled his eyebrows. “Let those bloggers tell the world that you had four over-muscled knuckleheads who kept you warm during the storm.”
These panties were done for the moment I got back to my room.
Harvey, who I swore only spoke when someone paid him to do so, scooted his chair over to make room for me. His grin was slow, but it warmed my skin better than the fire because I knew it was real. He could’ve been ex-military too, with cropped dark hair, light brown skin, and green eyes like sea glass. If the bloggers did post an account of this night, Drew’s description wasn’t even close to what they’d write. These were four of the best-looking men I’d ever laid eyes on.
“I’m the luckiest girl in the world,” I said, interrupted when the waitress brought the guys’ dinners. I didn’t know what I wanted, so I just went with my usual. “I’ll get the Caesar salad.”
The set tailor grumbled every time we had a fitting—something about my measurements never staying consistent. I tried not to take it personally, but anything that wasn’t of the leafy green variety tended to go straight to my ass. Rose had negotiated the nude scene out of the script before I signed on the dotted line. A body double would handle that. But my breakup with Kyle had put me in the spotlight. Getting caught eating my feelings wouldn’t help matters.
“That’s all?” Ethan wrinkled his nose. “Fuck no. Bring her a steak. You eat steak, right?”
The part of me that cared about what was written on those blogs about my weight begged me to refuse the order. But the rest of me was fucking hungry. I grinned at the waitress. “Medium rare please.”
A cheer rose from my dinner mates, and they raised their beers to clink my wine glass. I missed this, the camaraderie of being part of the movie, instead of it operating despite me. As the leading lady, people got nervous around me, but nothing had change
d but the amount of screen time I’d been given. It was lonely, sitting in a room full of people afraid to talk to me. But I doubted these guys feared anything.
“Did you shoot today?” Garrett asked. “I didn’t see you on set.”
“Yeah. I had the first scene.” It was one of my opening scenes in the movie, where I met with my fictional staff about the party that I got abducted from. And my character was a total bitch. I hated that. “How about you guys?”
“We did. Just got back. Too bad you missed it. We roughed up Kyle, trying to get ransom money out of him for your safe return.”
Ugh. “I’m the one who should get paid to go back to him.”
Ethan leaned forward. “I don’t care what the script says, we’re keeping you.”
I took a long sip of wine to wash away the desire that lingered between us like smoke. Because where there was smoke, there was fire. “I might like that.”
Shit. I really said that out loud. One glass of wine was all it took to disintegrate my filter. Thankfully, the waitress came back with my salad. And I might have ordered another glass of wine. Because maybe I didn’t regret what I’d said. And I liked living in the fantasy world where these men got to keep me.
“How are you spending your snow days, Albany?” Garret asked.
“Going over the script.” I’d screwed up some of my lines lately in my scenes with Kyle. I swore I heard snickers every time. But the harder I tried to get everything perfect, the harder I fucked things up. Kyle never did. It was irritating as hell.