Peter Styles

Sex, Lies, and Headlines Peter Styles

SIMON One perfect night with Hollywood superstar Luke Watson. It's a dream most people would give anything to make real. For me, it's a reality I'd give anything to make just a dream. Six years ago, he was just the gorgeous stranger across the room. That elusive one night stand who can electrify you with a touch. Whose kisses are all you can taste for days after. Until I tried the phone number he'd left and got dead air. And then he was just that jerk who'd played me. And himself. Because I never could shake that feeling that we could've had something real. A few months later, my mystery man's face was on every billboard, his name on every lip. Impossible to get away from, even as I knew I'd never be alone with him again. And yet here we are. The connection is as real and instant as ever. His assurance that the wrong number was an accident is everything I'd ever wanted to hear. But after years of thinking I was the wronged party, turns out I'm the villain of my own fairy tale romance. I only got in to see him with stolen press credentials. And I'm only there to nab some scoop for my sister, a notorious Hollywood blogger in the business of outing closeted actors. I'm everything Luke hates. Most people never get a first chance with the man of their dreams. Now I've got a second. Too bad I have no idea how to keep it from turning into a nightmare... LUKE For years I chased my own rags to riches story, convinced fame and fortune would make me happy. And then I got it, only to find I'd spent all that time chasing the wrong story. Once upon a time, a man met his Prince Charming, and their one epic night together was perfect and wonderful and real. That's the dream come true the universe gift-wrapped and delivered to me. The happy ending I should have fought for. But I couldn't see what was right in front of me, and I let it all slip away. And now I'm doing it again. Fate gave me a second chance and I'm worrying about my fake romance with an actress I barely even know. Putting the closet and my career over the chance to just hold his hand in public. I didn't listen to my heart then, and spent six years regretting it. If I make the same mistake again, I know I'll regret it for a lot longer than that... This 50,000 word Hollywood scorcher comes with that HEA a true storybook romance deserves. There's nothing G-rated about these sex scenes though, so eighteen and up only!