Excerpt of Beautiful People by Wendy Holden

Belle’s entire body surged with excitement as Niall’s large, long, strong, jeaned thigh brushed hers. She swallowed and forcibly resisted the urge to run her long, manicured fingernails along it.

Her nostrils filled with an unfamiliar scent. It was, she realised, the unadulterated essence of man. Christian and most of her lovers before him had doused themselves with so much cologne you could smell them coming as their car turned the corner of the street. They had had more facial products in the bathroom than she had. But this – this was natural allure. Musky, sweaty, salty, darkly intimate. She was almost shuddering with desire now. This was what she had been waiting for. One hundred per cent solid, muscled, masculine, red-headed, mouth-watering, nipple-stiffening, gasp-making, rootin’ tootin’ prime beefcake.

Meanwhile, with a paparazzi flash of memory, Niall had recognized her. This was Belle Murphy the American film star. The ultimate Hollywood bimbette.