Hollywood Royalty
by
TS McKinney
@TSMcKinney1
Victoria thought that she would give anything for the role of Annabelle Hutchinson. She just didn’t realize what she would end up losing.
Victoria Winstead. My parents are the reigning King and Queen of
Hollywood and since I am their only child, that clearly means I am a pampered
princess who is accustomed to getting everything I want, when I want it, and
how I want it…and right now, I want the most coveted role in Hollywood. Only one thing stands in my way.
Grayson Leman. This bastard is the only son of the reigning
Prince and Princess of Hollywood and I hate everything about him, always have
and always will. Our families have a
history and it isn’t pretty. It’s ugly, Hollywood style. Oh yeah, he’s the one thing standing in my
way.
Annabelle Hutchinson. She’s the creation of a writing trio that has
managed to rock the entire female population with their erotica novel, Dark
Lovers. They have single-handedly
brought mommy porn front and center and made it not only acceptable but sexy as
hell. A movie deal was made and I am
literally (this is embarrassing to say) having to actually fight for something
for the first time in my life.
Not to worry, though…I am Hollywood
Royalty.
TS McKinney lives in East Tennessee with
her high school sweetheart/husband and all the countless dogs she picks up from
deserted country roads. Her professional
career has been in business but her heart has always belonged to the fantasy
world found in books.
Creating wicked worlds where one can meet
the perfect hero – and then do anything to him that you want – has been a hobby
that has brought her plenty of hours of fun and naughty entertainment.
When not working, reading, or writing, she
loves to spend her time with her family and forcing them (because they don’t
really have another choice) to allow her to redecorate their house…and listen
to her naughty…sometimes sadistic stories.
(Amazon link will not be available until
release day)
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“You leaving in the morning, Gabe? Or staying the day?” His band members got up and shook his hand as
he started to leave. They didn’t tease
him, but I could tell they wanted to.
Badly.
“I’m staying. I’ll see you Sunday night.”
“Great.
Okay. You guys have an…an
exciting night.” He was stalling. I swear he was stalling.
Honestly folks, I didn’t want to say
anything. It had been my vow to myself
to give him the silent treatment all evening long. I had done so well. I should probably be nominated for an Oscar
for my performance. Not one time did I lean in to sniff his intoxicating scent. Nope, I didn’t. Nor did I allow my gaze to stray toward that
body that was made for nothing but pure undiluted sin. Nope, the only time I
looked at him was to roll my eyes or
glare. Ignoring him had been my only
task for the evening. I had been an
awesome bitch…up until now. For some
reason, unknown to me, I couldn’t stop the word from slipping between my lips
as he turned to walk away.
“Pussy.”
Memphis had to struggle to keep the full
blown smile from covering her face. Gabe
didn’t even try to hide his reaction. He
slammed his fist on the table. The rest
of the table just looked shocked and appalled by my outburst. I felt a blush start to stain my cheeks and I
fought furiously to clamp down on the feeling.
I didn’t need to feel bad for being mean to him or embarrassing
him. He, my friends, is the enemy. Yet, I wasn’t really as proud of myself like
I’d always imagined I would be in a situation like this.
He stopped walking and stood with his back
to us for several long, intimidating seconds.
From the way the muscles in his back quivered, I believe he was trying
to control his temper. Oh, well. I wasn’t really worried. It isn’t like Mister Boy Scout would ever hit
a girl, right? I felt myself start to
fidget when he just stood there. We had
also caught the attention of several of the patrons that were seated around us. In fact, I believe we were making quite the
spectacle of ourselves.
“Just go, Grayson. Don’t do it,” Gabe pleaded. He glared at me in disgust. “You don’t have anything to prove, especially
to her.”
Finally, Grayson slowly turned around and
looked me dead in the face…hard. This
time, I definitely started fidgeting in my seat. His intense stare was breathtaking with his
bright blue eyes and girly lashes. God,
did I mention how hot he was? “What did
you say to me?” he asked quietly. When
he’d been on stage singing, his voice had sounded like hot whiskey – now he
sounded cold and furious. Well, he could
just get over himself. I didn’t like
him. I wasn’t trying to be his friend or
suck up to him to get him to star in their movie. I, my dear friends, didn’t give a flying fuck
what he thought about me.
“She called you a pussy, dude.” Gabe answered loudly when I failed to answer
promptly enough to suit him. Of course,
when Gabe said it, everyone within a ten mile radius heard him. I was seriously getting tired of dear ole
Gabe, really fast.
Grayson’s jaw ticked and his mouth formed a
frown that didn’t do a damned thing to make him unattractive. I guess this is why our families had always
worked so hard to keep us apart from each other. He was hot enough that I wouldn’t be able to
keep my hands to myself and I was bitchy enough that my very touch would soil
his pure skin.
“Yep, I called you a pussy, Grayson. Got a problem with that?” I sounded a lot tougher on the outside than I
was feeling on the inside. It actually
bothered me to be mean to him and I had no clue why.
“Yea, I guess I do,” he answered with a
lazy shrug of his perfectly shaped shoulders—you know, not too much muscle but
just enough to make a girl swoon?
“Actually, I have a problem with how you’ve treated me all night long,”
he explained as he closed the distance between us with a determined
stride. Once he was close enough, he
grabbed his vacated chair, swirled it around, slammed it right up against my
knee, and straddled it. When we were
practically eye to eye, he continued, “I’m pretty sure I’ve never done anything
to offend you personally, but you still act like a bitch. Why is that, Vic? Are you afraid of me?” His voice was low enough that I was the only
one that could hear him unless people rudely moved in closer. I knew they wanted to, but they didn’t. Actually, Memphis wouldn’t let them. It was a good thing Memphis could multi task
because she was having to keep other patrons away from us and keep Gabe in line
at the same time. Gabe was even more
furious than Grayson was and that made about as much sense as the way I felt
with Grayson being so close to me.
“Afraid of you? Mister Boy Scout? I seriously doubt that,” I answered
smugly. “I just don’t like you.”
“You don’t know me.”
Well, he had me there, but I didn’t intend
to back down. “I don’t have to know you
to not like you. Don’t let it hurt your
feelings, sweetie. Are you going to cry
like your mommy did?”
Yea, I went there. The minute I did, I wished I hadn’t. Too late.
I watched many emotions cross through those blue eyes—hurt, anger,
surprise, lust…
He tilted his head to the side and studied
me like I was some kind of sideshow freak.
I could tell he was pondering something. Maybe punching me in the face
and seeing if he could make me cry?
Right when I was about to cave
and apologize, he leaned in and whispered in my ear, “You want to make me
scream, don’t you, Vic? You want to hurt
me?” I could feel his hot breath
tickling my neck and sending waves of desire rushing through me. Actually, those waves had started the minute
he had gotten close to me. It was his hot breath or the way his tongue almost
touched my ear when he spoke. “You wanna
do it on stage? How brave are you?”
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