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There's only one thing worse than playing personal assistant to a handsome, egotistical, oversexed actor--falling in love with him.
REVIEWS FOR THE TRUE HOLLYWOOD LIES SERIES:
"... The tone is confessional, the writing laced with venomous humor... "
- The Wall Street Journal
"Brown captures the humor of working for a megalomaniac... [A] well-paced, entertaining story."
- Publishers Weekly
"A fine piece of literary work." - New York Post, Page Six
"Josie Brown does an outstanding job capturing the glitz and glamour of Hollywood living yet illuminating the stark loneliness present beneath the facade. Filled with good-natured humor and witty repartee... " - Romance Reader's Connection
"Before you check out the stars walking the red carpet at next Sunday's Oscars, spend time with Josie Brown's new satirical novel, about an irritating actor nominated for an Academy Award, his harried personal assistant and all the angst endured from the moment the nominations are announced until the winning name is read out loud. Brown, a journalist with her share of celeb interviews, drops names a-plenty." - Lowell (MA) Press
"With tongue-in-cheek dialogue, Josie Brown provides a fascinating look at the jet set lifestyle of the rich and for-the-moment famous... . You will laugh, cry, and wonder if it's worth it to be rich and famous." - Romance Reviews Today
EXCERPT:
Louis was already undressing. Having taken off his leather jacket and T-shirt, he turned toward me, his rippling biceps, expansive chest and washboard abs bare except for a burnished tan, courtesy of his daily poolside vigils. On Louis, these perfect features weren't just a cliche but primo romance novel cover art in the flesh.
I stood there, speechless and embarrassed at my intrusion on his privacy, and perhaps for my own modesty and in light of none coming from him.
Grinning wickedly, he taunted, "So, you like beefcake for breakfast, do you, love?"
"I'm - I'm sorry. I just thought - well, I thought that perhaps we should talk about what got you so upset." I blushed and turned to leave. "But I know you have to get ready for your first scene. I'll - I'll wait outside."
"No, I'd prefer you'd stay." I could hear him unzipping his jeans in preparation for putting on a less movie-star-like/more cop-like pair of pants he was to wear on the set. "Help me run some lines, okay? Say, could you hand me that?"
"What?" I cautioned a peek. He was wrapping himself in a robe, and he grinned devilishly when he saw the relief on my face.
"That script. There."
I lunged to where he pointed: a bookcase beside the couch. "What page?"
"It's marked. Here - " With catlike grace, he walked over to me and stood so close that our faces were almost touching. He ran his hand over mine (could he feel it shaking?), moving it toward the earmarked page I had missed. His robe fell open slightly - enough that I couldn't help but notice the not-so-slight bulge in his dark gray RIPS boxer briefs. Fumbling with the script, I dropped it on the floor. As I started to pick it up, his arm snaked around my waist. I stopped cold.
"You're afraid I'm going to make love to you, aren't you?" he murmured teasingly.
(c) 2018 Josie Brown. All rights reserved.
Genre: General Fiction
REVIEWS FOR THE TRUE HOLLYWOOD LIES SERIES:
"... The tone is confessional, the writing laced with venomous humor... "
- The Wall Street Journal
"Brown captures the humor of working for a megalomaniac... [A] well-paced, entertaining story."
- Publishers Weekly
"A fine piece of literary work." - New York Post, Page Six
"Josie Brown does an outstanding job capturing the glitz and glamour of Hollywood living yet illuminating the stark loneliness present beneath the facade. Filled with good-natured humor and witty repartee... " - Romance Reader's Connection
"Before you check out the stars walking the red carpet at next Sunday's Oscars, spend time with Josie Brown's new satirical novel, about an irritating actor nominated for an Academy Award, his harried personal assistant and all the angst endured from the moment the nominations are announced until the winning name is read out loud. Brown, a journalist with her share of celeb interviews, drops names a-plenty." - Lowell (MA) Press
"With tongue-in-cheek dialogue, Josie Brown provides a fascinating look at the jet set lifestyle of the rich and for-the-moment famous... . You will laugh, cry, and wonder if it's worth it to be rich and famous." - Romance Reviews Today
EXCERPT:
Louis was already undressing. Having taken off his leather jacket and T-shirt, he turned toward me, his rippling biceps, expansive chest and washboard abs bare except for a burnished tan, courtesy of his daily poolside vigils. On Louis, these perfect features weren't just a cliche but primo romance novel cover art in the flesh.
I stood there, speechless and embarrassed at my intrusion on his privacy, and perhaps for my own modesty and in light of none coming from him.
Grinning wickedly, he taunted, "So, you like beefcake for breakfast, do you, love?"
"I'm - I'm sorry. I just thought - well, I thought that perhaps we should talk about what got you so upset." I blushed and turned to leave. "But I know you have to get ready for your first scene. I'll - I'll wait outside."
"No, I'd prefer you'd stay." I could hear him unzipping his jeans in preparation for putting on a less movie-star-like/more cop-like pair of pants he was to wear on the set. "Help me run some lines, okay? Say, could you hand me that?"
"What?" I cautioned a peek. He was wrapping himself in a robe, and he grinned devilishly when he saw the relief on my face.
"That script. There."
I lunged to where he pointed: a bookcase beside the couch. "What page?"
"It's marked. Here - " With catlike grace, he walked over to me and stood so close that our faces were almost touching. He ran his hand over mine (could he feel it shaking?), moving it toward the earmarked page I had missed. His robe fell open slightly - enough that I couldn't help but notice the not-so-slight bulge in his dark gray RIPS boxer briefs. Fumbling with the script, I dropped it on the floor. As I started to pick it up, his arm snaked around my waist. I stopped cold.
"You're afraid I'm going to make love to you, aren't you?" he murmured teasingly.
(c) 2018 Josie Brown. All rights reserved.
Genre: General Fiction
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