Wendy Holden's ninth novel blissfully returns to the
witty, unputdownable style of her best-loved early
bestsellers, featuring the trademark Holden wit that
prompted the Daily Mail to say: "Thank God for
A fabulous romantic romp revolving around the
adventures of a struggling actress, a fame-crazed former
film star, and a down-to-earth nanny, Beautiful People
jets to London, Hollywood, and Italy at a frenzied
pace. Holden crafts a tale wicked in its observations yet
buoyant at its heart: a masterful return to the
swashbuckling verve her adoring fans devour. A confection
that's made for summer reading.
Fame, love and happiness.
Can anyone have it all? Darcy’s a struggling English-rose
actress when The Call comes from LA. An Oscar-tastic
director. A movie to make her famous. The hunkiest co-star
in Hollywood. So why doesn’t she want to go?
Belle’s a size-zero film star but she’s in big, fat trouble.
Hotter than the earth’s core a year ago, she’s now
Tinseltown toast after her last film bombed. Can she get
back to the big time?
When the two women lock horns over men, movies and
megadiets, there’s more drama than even Hollywood can
handle. And after a celebrity nanny, reluctant supermodel
and passionate star chef enter the mix, things get seriously
hot and spicy...
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.
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