Hard Glamour by Maggie Marr
A New Adult Contemporary Romance Series
By Maggie Marr
Releasing January 14, 2014
Publisher: NLA DLP
A promise to keep….
Honoring her mother’s last wish, Lane Channing vows to follow her dreams.
She takes the ‘big risk’ and leaves her small Kansas town behind and heads to
LA, the city of dreams. She’s got a stellar job lined up, an old jeep, and 20
bucks to last her to her first paycheck. Her hopes shatter when she arrives to
find her job’s been given to someone else. Now she’s broke and will soon
be living on the streets if she doesn’t do something fast. Welcome to cutthroat
– Lane is most certainly not in Kansas anymore.
On the cusp of success…
Dillon MacAvoy has one goal–to become a star–whatever it takes. Even if it
means honing his bad-boy can’t-be-tamed-and-forever-single image. Besides the
image isn’t far from the truth. Dillon cares only about his younger brother and
his career. He’s on the brink of superstardom if he can just decide on the next
right script. But for that, he needs a script reader he can trust.
In a strange twist of fate…
Lane Channing is Dillon’s last chance. If Lane lasts the summer without
becoming MacAvoy’s latest conquest, she’s guaranteed a job in entertainment. No
problem, as long as she can ignore the heat that pulses through her every time
Dillon is in the room. After all, love and commitment with a sweet, hometown
girl would only ruin the Dillon MacAvoy brand.
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Excerpt 1
My eyes fluttered open.
I kicked my foot out from under the comforter on my bed. I’d had trouble
falling asleep when I got back to the house. I flipped over my cell phone and
glanced at the time—it was 2:07 a.m. and I was wide-awake.
Kong lay curled up on
the pillow beside me while Scorsese and Spielberg slept at the foot of my bed.
Bernie lay lengthwise beside me like a human. I ran my hand across Bernie’s
thick fur. My heart hurt. Last week I’d felt bad for Dillon. I’d felt bad that
he was trapped in a horrible place between his parents and his brother. Parents
who, from what it sounded like, wouldn’t accept Choo for who he was, but yet
still wanted to be a part of Dillon’s life.
But tonight?
Tonight I didn’t feel
bad for Dillon. I felt angry and hurt and shocked at how intense all my
feelings were. There were two Dillons and I kept ping-ponging between them.
There was the guy who’d humiliated me when I was lost and then made me feel
embarrassed again tonight. Frustration spiked through my chest as the feeling
of embarrassment flooded through me with the two memories.
Then there was the other
Dillon. The guy who’d rescued four dogs. The guy who smiled and gave me the
keys to his car. The guy who was sexy as hell and seemed interested in what I
had to say. That was the Dillon my heart hurt for. That was the Dillon I wanted
to know and be around. That Dillon seemed to pop out, be wildly nice, and then
immediately disappear. Maybe I was lucky that the sweet version of Dillon
wasn’t around more. The jerky version I could work for and ignore.
He wasn’t someone who
wanted a relationship. Already, I’d seen him with a multitude of different
women. Dillon MacAvoy wanted me to walk his dogs and read his scripts. I
brushed a stray hair back from my forehead. Something about Dillon pressed hard
against my heart. I was drawn to him. When he’d grabbed my arm tonight, heat
had jolted through me. When he’d whispered in my ear, even with the awful words
he said, I still couldn’t catch my breath with him so near. I wanted to kiss
him. I wanted to feel those giant hands on my body, stroking over me where no
one had stroked before.
“Oh, yessss.”
A moan drifted up from
the yard. When I’d gotten home, I’d taken two ibuprofen and pulled open my
balcony doors before I’d gone to bed. I’d hoped the fresh air would cool my
body and my mind.
“Please, yesss.”
My heart clenched and I
scrunched my eyes closed. A hard, sick feeling lodged in my belly. The voice
was female. There was only one man in this house who could cause a woman to
moan like that.
“Yes, please, Dillon.
Please.”
I didn’t want to hear
this. I couldn’t stand to hear this. I slid my foot to the floor beneath my
bed. I wouldn’t look. Looking would be so bad. I pressed forward across the
floor to the balcony doors. I would pull the doors closed and then please,
hopefully, I wouldn’t have to hear the things I definitely didn’t want to hear.
I placed my hand on the
knob of the door, but instead of pulling the door closed, my body moved
forward. My heart accelerated as though it would burst through my ribs. What
would I see? My foot stepped out on to the balcony. Every good part of me
screamed don’t do it, don’t look down, but every part that was curious had to
peer over the balcony. I had to see.
I looked over the edge.
The pool lights were on and an aqua glow lit the yard. The girl with the long
black hair was bent over the outdoor lounger. Her eyes were closed and her
mouth was open. Her tongue flicked over her lips as soft, deep moans flowed
from her mouth. Pleasure rushed across her face. She was naked. Barebacked. Her
breasts rocked rhythmically and her ink-black hair fell to the side of her face.
Behind her was Dillon.
His hands clasped her naked waist with a tight grip. My fingertips covered my
mouth. His face was clenched and his head rolled from side to side as he pumped
his body into her. The muscles of his chest glistened. His biceps tightened. He
threw his head back and opened his eyes.
Our gazes locked. His
blue eyes seared through me—I was frozen. I couldn’t move. Heat surged through
me while my eyes were anchored to him. Heat that pooled in my belly and between
my legs. My heart pounded. The world tilted with the thought that burst into my
brain.
I wanted to be that
girl.
A growl coursed over his
lips as he pumped into her and stared at me. Tingles cascaded over my skin. I
wanted Dillon to strain and growl and be inside me. I’d never been any of that
to any man, but I wanted to be that for Dillon.
I watched as she moaned
and pressed backward. I watched as he thrust hard into her.
“Yes, yes!” the girl
yelled.
The sound of her voice
broke my trance. I jumped backward into the darkness of my room. I shouldn’t
have watched. I shouldn’t want this.
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About the Author
Maggie Marr grew up in the Midwest and made the move to
Los Angeles to work in the movie business.
She was a motion picture literary agent for ICM before becoming a full
time writer. She's written for film and
TV and ghostwritten for celebrities. She
lives in Los Angeles with her husband and children.
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