ZaneMy world of grays and fuzzy black turned into full color the minute I walked into that room. I had no idea why.Maybe because that room signified a moment in my life when I finally let go and allowed someone else to help.My moment wasn't just giving up my virginity to Fallon - it was about allowing her in.That room was the room I had bled all over. I'd cut my soul into pieces in that room, and she had managed not to step on the ones that were still hurting. Fallon helped heal me without even realizing that was what she was doing.That room represented everything I'd always wanted to have with another human being - but been too afraid to hope for.I collapsed against her and then rolled off.Her chest rose and fell with effort, and then her hand reached out for mine, fingers locked together, I closed my eyes as tears threatened to pour down my face."I'm sorry," I whispered."You were just lost... for a while.""It was a horrible feeling," I admitted, leaning up on my
FallonEventually, I would get over the fear that it wasn't real - I was probably driving Zane completely insane.I kept staring at him.Wanting to pinch myself.I felt so giddy I almost skipped into the resort office. Instead, I ran, tossed my keys onto the table, and left.My boss yelled.I didn't care.Zane was waiting for me outside the resort. The moon shone over the clear water; the storm had passed through.I grabbed his hand and stared up at the stars. "It was a good night.""The best," he whispered, wrapping an arm around me.While I'd been busy quitting my job, he had been busy texting everyone about a late night bonfire in celebration of getting most of his short-term memory back.He even invited my parents.I was already bracing myself for the crying from my mom and the celebratory slaps on the back from dad."Wait!" Zane stopped and then winked. "As much as I'd love to go down to that beach with you, we have a problem."I frowned while my stomach dropped. "
WillHe was back. Thank God.His memory. His snarky weird-ass attitude and love for all things sugary and sticky.At least that problem had solved itself.I twirled the stick between my hands over the fire. I was exhausted.I love my job.I love my job.I love my job.I freaking hated my job.I was thirty, and I wanted to retire.I was an agent, partially because I was good at it, partially because when my boy band broke up, I didn't really have a choice. I needed a purpose, and it was easy to go into the business side of things.I had an ear for talent.I loved managing musicians.I loathed actors.I wanted to strangle them with my bare hands, give them a little shake, then take them for a long drowning swim in the ocean."You look like hell." Lincoln sat down next to me and sighed. "And you're burning your marshmallow."Zane shot me an evil stare from across the fire, I held up my hands in surrender. "I wasn't paying attention.""She coming?" Linc whispered."Hell
BOOK THREE: STEALWillZane was back. Thank God.His memory. His snarky weird-ass attitude and love for all things sugary and sticky.At least that problem had solved itself.And now I was back in Seaside, where Hollywood single rockstars and actors go to die-also known as the place where every single one of my clients end up in love, married, or with kids.My gut twisted.I twirled the stick between my hands over the fire. I was exhausted.I love my job.I love my job.I love my job.I freaking hated my job.I was thirty, and I wanted to retire.I was an agent, partially because I was good at it, partially because when my boy band broke up, I didn't really have a choice. I needed a purpose, and it was easy to go into the business side of things.I had an ear for talent.I loved managing musicians.I loathed actors.I wanted to strangle them with my bare hands, give them a little shake, then take them for a long drowning swim in the ocean."You look like hell." Linc
WillThe AftermathPresent dayThe cool Seaside breeze picked up, whipping my tight leather jacket around my biceps, making me squeeze my arms across my chest. Annoyance surged through my body, making my blood hot despite the cold weather.Angelica fucking Greene.Late.Shocker.I gritted my teeth and flashed an irritated glance at my Rolex.Make that an hour late to set.Jaymeson waved at me from the beach and lifted his arms up in question. Of course, Angelica gets the second chance of a lifetime working for Jamie Jaymeson - one of the biggest names in the industry, not to mention the youngest - and she's late.An hour late.A pulsing headache throbbed behind my eyes; I pulled off my prescription sunglasses and blew out a breath between my teeth."Sorry!" Angelica's melodic voice interrupted the very vivid daydream I'd just been having: the one where I was chasing her with my car and she tripped, and I accidentally ran over her phone and ruined her life just like she
AngelicaHe hated me.I hated me.The world hated me.The only person that actually tolerated me was my mom, probably because my paychecks made it possible for her to live the life of a rock star. Plastic surgery, new cars, houses in Mexico - she had it all because of me.Because of the grueling schedule she'd forced me into when I was two and barely able to talk.My first word was commercial.My second was hotdog.Mainly because that was the commercial I starred in, it was the first big paycheck my mom cashed."You're gonna be famous, baby!" Mama hugged me tight, squeezing me until my lungs almost popped from the force. It was the first hug she'd given me in weeks. The first time she'd smiled in what felt like forever. And even at that age I knew, that if I could just keep her happy - that would be enough."Fun!" I giggled. "Fun, mama!""Mama will always be fun for you."It was a lie.She was only fun when I did what she said.I closed my eyes against the sting of tear
Will"You look more pissed off than usual." Lincoln sprayed water across the ground giving it a wet effect and then tossed the hose.I rubbed under my eyes and glanced away from it all.Away from the cameras.The crew.The extras.I inhaled the fresh ocean spray, thinking hey, this is where people relax it's supposed to be vacation - God when was the last time I even had one of those? Breathe. In. Out. Easy. We only had three months of shooting. I could do anything with three months."I'm ready." Angelica's voice may as well be a warning alarm going off in my head. Bright red lights flashed in front of my line of vision and every single muscle in my body went taut.I hated the effect she still had on me.She'd gained weight back - no longer looking like a fresh cocaine addict - and her skin was bronzed just enough to give her the summer glow needed for the film. Add that to her captivating catlike eyes and her plump lips, and my body was already responding even when I hated
WillIncognito.My mantra.My goal.My hell.I should be on set instead of hiding out at an abandoned coffee shop down the street.I should be making sure my actress wasn't setting the director on fire, just like I should be making sure that she was doing her job, the job she was getting paid for.Two years ago she'd been fired from three different films.Two years ago she was still doing drugs.Two years ago I was still in love with her.Two years ago she broke my heart for a second time without even realizing it and providence brought her to my agency, my doorstep.I was the freaking Luke Skywalker of her world.I'd dreamed of that moment. The moment she'd come crawling back and I'd sneer in her face, tell her to drop dead, then laugh while the door hit her in the ass on the way out of my office.But that was the thing about revenge. Nobody ever warns you about all the other feelings that attach themselves to that one word.Like regret.Like what ifs.Or the soul-su