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Stuck On You

Stuck On You, April 2013
by Cheryl Harper

Featuring: RT Masters; Laura Charles
100 pages
ISBN: 0062276379
EAN: 9780062276377
Kindle: B00AHCRQQM
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"A waitress swept off her feet by an arrogant celeb to find true love."

Fresh Fiction Review

Stuck On You
Cheryl Harper

Reviewed by Kay Quintin
Posted April 28, 2013

Romance Contemporary | Contemporary Novella / Short Story

At eighteen, pregnant and abandoned, Laura Charles took on the responsibility of being a single mother. Her daughter, Holly, is now 14 and they are living in Memphis after Laura has lost her job with a bank. A numbers girl, the waitressing job at Viva Las Vegas is barely paying the bills, even though her boss Willodean has given her an apartment at the hotel along with her job. A TV filming event for their annual celebrity look alike is scheduled to take place on April Fool's Day. Heart throb KT Masters is hosting the travel show in the Rock'n Rolla hotel restaurant. First sight of KT has Laura's heart pitter patting but is turned off by his arrogant ways.

Everything "Elvis" displays the background for the event. Wearing the skimpy showgirl outfit with feathers at the bottom precipitates the accident that introduces Laura and KT, followed by some sharp comments to KT. Anyone not hanging on his every word gets his attention. The tiny little dark haired woman with the sharp tongue is an enigma to KT and speeds up his libido. Hiring Laura to be his assistant for extra money for her daughter soon turns to hot sizzling sex. The problem is that it seems to go deeper than either anticipates. After the event is over they have both declared their love for the other knowing it cannot go anywhere. KT has his life in Los Angeles and she is bound to the only job she can find. Being the independent woman she is, she remains in Memphis but her heart has gone with KT. Can there be a solution as KT does not want the responsibility of being a father and Laura desires more children and a secure family life?

This very cute story features a strong willed woman dedicated to motherhood and determined to make the best life ever for her daughter. The famous handsome celeb does not fit into her wants and needs. Desiring each other turns both their worlds upside down. I have not had the privilege of reviewing any of Cheryl Harper's works before and am completely blown away! I love the way her story flows with a mingling of sex, nostalgia, humor and excitement. Cheryl Harper definitely knows how to keep the reader's interest to the very last word. The characters are attractive, interesting and extremely exciting. I cannot wait to read more from this very talented author.

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Take a chance on love in the limelight with Cheryl Harper's fun and flirty new series set in the wacky Elvis-themed Rock'n'Rolla Hotel.

Big shot producer KT Masters never apologizes. Especially not to showgirl waitresses. But when he tears Laura Charles's feathered costume and she gives him a piece of her mind, it sets him aflame. In fact, between Laura's feisty temper and how damn good she looks in that little number, KT wouldn't mind seeing a lot more of that costume . . . balled up next to his bed, that is.

Despite KT's arrogant attitude, Laura can't help but be drawn to him. And when he offers her the fling of a lifetime—a week spent in his gorgeous celebrity arms—she's willing to play along . . . just so long as her heart stays out of it.

But as things heat up between them, going back to the way things were isn't so easy. Could their passion be the real thing . . . or just a vacation from reality?


The cluster of Chers at the corner table was making Laura Charles nervous. They were clearly hungry. Very, very hungry. Their predatory eyes were trained on the kitchen and their wigs rippled in some nonexistent breeze.

Laura leaned against the counter and shot a surreptitious look at the table in the mirror over the bar. She couldn't look for too long. The Las Vegas Strip–worthy lights surrounding the mirrors would burn a hole into her brain with too much exposure. Everything about the Rock'n'Rolla Hotel was a nod to Elvis, and Viva Las Vegas, the lobby bar and restaurant, was no different. While the hotel lobby channeled Graceland's Jungle Room with lush greenery and dark woods, Viva Las Vegas was more sequined showgirls and bright white lights. The tropical greenery here provided welcome shade from the bar's overwhelming glow.

"Sal, can I get an update on the entrees for table twenty?" Laura leaned forward to add, "It looks like the Chers are fixing to turn back time on my rear if you don't get me something quick."

She tried to stealthily tug the neckline of her uniform up. Since Vegas was the theme, the wait staff dressed like they'd be forming a kickline at any minute. The short, skintight dresses could have been a lot worse. Everything Laura had was covered but she wished she had a quarter for every time she inched the sequined halter up or smoothed the bottom down. And the hot pink satin drew attention. More than the color or the cut, the three huge feathers attached right over her rear had taken some getting used to.

When there was no answer from the kitchen, Laura said, "Ha! Get it? Turn back time? Chers?"

Sal didn't seem to appreciate her joke as he wiped a pristine white towel across his forehead and slid three plates through the pass. "Always the same, these folks. Don't eat for three months before they come, so worried their gall–dang costumes won't fit, and when they get here, they're starved. And mean."

Laura slid the plates on a small tray. "Thanks, Sal. Let's just hope they're good tippers."

He muttered, "Don't count on it."

Sal was never a ray of sunshine. In the four months she'd worked here, she'd seen him smile twice. He and Marcy, the waitress who had taught Laura everything she knew about waiting tables, had done their best to prepare her for the bar's Almost Famous competition. An April Fool's Day tradition, the celebrity look–alike talent show had always been popular but this year the stakes were even higher. A travel show was going to tape the whole thing and somehow they'd roped in real, Hollywood judges. She had less than a week to adjust to sliding a burger and fries in front of Elton John while Michael Jackson looked on. The best thing about waiting tables at Viva Las Vegas was that every day was a new challenge. It was also the worst thing.

As Laura approached the Cher table, she had no idea who'd ordered what. The Chers were nearly identical, although one had a rounder face and more...generous measurements. Laura thought she might also be a woman. The other two were harder to guess.

"All right. I've got a burger." Laura held up the plate and waited for a reaction. When the tallest of the three finally huffed out a breath, she slid the plate in front of her.

The round Cher said, "And I had the pasta."

Grateful for the help, Laura flashed her a smile and slid the remaining two plates on the table. She grabbed her tilting headdress and slid it back as she asked, "What else can I get you?"

None of them spoke, just flashed darkly mysterious eyes her direction in a clear dismissal. Laura picked up her tray and carefully schooled her face into pleasant vacancy. She'd made the mistake of rolling her eyes in the early days, completely forgetting the mirrors and lights of ten thousand suns lining the bar. That customer had only been calmed with a free dessert and a solemn, if completely insincere, apology.

She quickly and efficiently checked on all her tables and then darted back to the dressing area to dump her headdress and heels. They were part of the official uniform but nobody managed the plumed headdress for long. Laura was the only one who abandoned heels at the first opportunity; but ballet flats were more comfortable, entirely more her. Without the extra few inches from heels, the three feathers tacked on right over her butt would drag the ground. Being shorter than average meant lots of her clothes dragged the ground. That was a sacrifice she was willing to make even if she did occasionally sweep up old French fries. Her tips would be better in stilettos but her toes might secede from the union of her foot after a six–hour shift.

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