Spotlight & Giveaway: Hollywood Playboy by Natasha Madison

Today it is my pleasure to Welcome author Natasha Madison to HJ!

Hi Natasha and welcome to HJ! We’re so excited to chat with you about your new release, Hollywood Playboy!

Please summarize the book for the readers here:

She’s the top entertainment journalist out there. He’s the most sought out actor who doesn’t give the press a chance.
Throw them together for the biggest press tour ever and watch the fireworks!
It’s an enemies to lovers with the glitz, glamour and backstabbing of Hollywood!
 

Please share the opening lines of this book:

Breaking News: Tyler Beckett is ready to take on the press. Sources say no expense will be spared, and the press will be handpicked. The question is, who will be the lucky ones?

Please share a few Fun facts about this book…

• Thirty days around the word, in their own private plane.
• Cherry Blossom in Japan
• Champagne Waterfalls & Berry Fondu

Please tell us a little about the characters in your book. As you wrote your protagonist was there anything about them that surprised you?

I had no idea going in that he would be my swooniest hero. EVER. I had an idea of how I wanted him to be, but he made it known very fast that he was in charge and not what I had planned for him. He might be Hollywood’s Playboy but in the end, he just wanted to be a normal guy who falls in love.

If your book was optioned for a movie, what scene would you use for the audition of the main characters and why?

I think it would have to be their first stare down. Their first interaction as the trip starts!

“What just happened?” I ask her, not even sure what the fuck is going on. I look around and see that everyone is now going nuts typing on their own laptop.

“I’ll tell you what just happened,” she says, closing her computer. She holds it in her hand while she closes the tray table and stores it in the armrest. She grabs her Louis and slides the computer in it. “I got the scoop before everyone else.” I watch her, her back still straight, her leg now crossed over the other. “You can say and think what you want about me, and you can swear and curse that I’m on this tour, but I’m here for one simple reason. I’m the best at this.” Even though I roll my eyes at her, she doesn’t stop talking, but she does unbuckle her seat belt. “Even you can’t deny it. Here are the facts.” She leans in. “No one gives a shit if you spend six months working out; they care about what you do when you’re not working out. Who you do; who you don’t do. What pisses you off, and what doesn’t. The rest of the bullshit is just the proverbial icing on the cake. They want the juicy tidbits, the lies you tell, the sweet nothings you whisper. The dirty little secrets sell; you and I both know that.”

“And you think it gives you the right to invade someone’s privacy?” I ask her the simple question, my one foot starting to move up and down, and her eyes fly right to it. “You think because I do this job, it gives you the right to dissect my life and everything that goes on in it?” I shake my head. “It’s no one’s fucking business if I go home and play bongos naked.”

Her eyebrows shoot up when I say that. “You play the bongos naked?”

“That is beside the point and off the record,” I say, unsnapping my seat belt now. “I’m open to answering questions, but what I’m not open to is giving everything that I am to the vultures.” She shakes her head, rolling her eyes. “Do you even care about the other people who you involve in whatever salacious gossip you spread?” I ask her honestly, and then the buildup that’s been brewing since I heard she was going on this tour overtakes me. I lose my temper, knowing I should just shut up and go.

What do you want people to take away from reading this book?

That things aren’t what they seem to be. You don’t know how the other person lives no matter how much you think you do.

What are you currently working on? What other releases do you have planned?

I’m actually editing Hollywood Prince which is going to be the final book in the series. Get ready because it really is a go big or go home moment. But before Hollywood Prince, you have to go through Hollywood Princess, who is exactly what the titles says.
 

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Excerpt from Hollywood Playboy:

She gets in the elevator, and I run to make sure I don’t miss it, putting my arm in right before it closes. Her head snaps up. I’m sure she was thinking she would be in the clear, but she isn’t—not by a long shot. Or maybe she was contemplating how she could break my arm that was forcing the doors open, or somehow keep pounding the door close button until my arm was crushed just to get away from me. “I don’t have time for this,” she says and presses the button to her floor. I wait for the elevator doors to close and move a couple of floors, and then I push the stop button, causing the elevator to stop between floors. “This isn’t funny.”
“No, it’s not funny,” I say from beside the panel right in front of her. “This whole shit is not funny.”
“It is what it is. You can screw whomever you want to. It’s none of my business.” She punctuates her next words. “Now just press the button.”
“This whole thing was a misunderstanding,” I tell her. She looks down at her feet, and I don’t stop talking. “The whole day has been one clusterfuck after another.”
“It honestly looked like it was a clusterfuck,” she says, and then she looks up at the ceiling with a pensive look on her face. “Or just a fuck. Which one was it?”
“I didn’t fucking touch her,” I hiss between clenched teeth. “She was all over me like flies on shit. Her hands were everywhere, and the only thing I could do was dodge her.”
“You don’t have to lie to me.” She laughs bitterly and then crosses her arms. “We’re just friends, and you shouldn’t be ashamed of your bathroom fuckfest.”
And with that, I lose it. Like honestly, categorically, methodically lose my shit.
“Fuck being your friend.” I charge her, her eyes widening when she realizes I’m coming for her, and her arms fall by her sides. My mouth crashes down on hers before I can talk myself out of it. Her arms involuntarily raise by the side of her head, her mouth opens for me, and I finally slide my tongue in. The kiss we’ve both wanted but didn’t partake in is here, and it’s fucking glorious. When our tongues finally touch, both of us groan. My hands cup her face as her arms wrap around the back of my neck and her hands wind up in my hair.
I kiss her with everything I have to give. I kiss her knowing this kiss will change everything. I kiss her knowing this first kiss beats out every other first kiss I’ve ever had. The need, the want, and the wait have all led to this moment, and I would imprint this memory forever. “All day.” My lips kiss her lightly, my heart beating, my chest heaving. “All week. Scratch that, for two weeks I’ve wanted you more than I’ve ever wanted anything in my life.” She doesn’t say anything, her breaths starting to come out in pants. “Taste you.” I bend my head again, and this time, she is the one who leans in first, capturing my mouth with hers. I’m lost in everything that she gives me, lost in her touch, her scent, just her. I have no idea how long we’ve been self-imprisoned in this elevator; all I know is that we could stay in this metal bubble forever, and I’d be happy.
“This is security . . . is everything okay in there?” A voice speaks through the intercom as we break apart, trying to compose our breathing. “We are going to override the system. Please tell us which floor you’re on.”
Leaning forward so our foreheads touch as our breaths begin to slow, I silently pray she’ll say yes when I whisper, “Come with me.” I’m not ready for this moment to be over, and I’m afraid it will give her more time to think about everything and more time to run. “Come with me, Jessica.” She just nods, so I give him my floor number, and the elevator starts moving. When the door opens, I walk out and lead Jessica to my room. I take the card out and open the door, standing in the marble entryway. I close the door and then push Jessica against it. “I need to taste you.” Her hands grip the bottom of my suit jacket. My hands cupping her face, rubbing my thumb over her cheek. “I have been wanting to touch your face since we were in that boat and you sat next to me.” I kiss her, and she’s kissing me back. “I wondered if it was soft like silk. I wondered if your eyes would lighten or darken when I touched you.”
“Tyler,” she says, arching her back, “I’ve waited a really long time for you to kiss me.”
I smile now, and I bend my head, but it’s not a little peck like the last one. This kiss is all tongue, each of us trying to deepen the kiss further, if that’s even possible. Her hands move from my jacket to my chest and up around my neck. I leave her lips, and her groans fill the room when I turn my head to the other side, and she nips at my bottom lip, trying to pull my lips back to hers.

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Book Info:

Behind the “lights, camera, action” of Hollywood lies a world of deception, love, and seduction.

Are you ready for Hollywood Royalty?

Jessica

An entertainment journalist was the last thing I thought I would be doing.
I thought once I got my degree, I would be reporting on stories that made a difference, but now all I do is report on who broke up with who and who is dating who.
I was over it.
Then I got my next assignment.

He’s Hollywood’s bad boy.
He works hard, and he plays even harder.
He’s rude, he’s condescending, and he’s made it known he doesn’t want me on the tour.

With one month on the road with him, two things might happen
One, I may never work in this industry again.
Two, I may just be like everyone else and fall for Hollywood’s Playboy.

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Meet the Author:

Natasha Madison is an International Bestselling Author who is not afraid to write outside the box. An author of close to twenty novels, she has written everything from Suspense to RomCom, Sports Romance and Contemporary. When her nose isn’t buried in a book, or her fingers flying across a keyboard writing, she’s in the kitchen creating gourmet meals. You can find her, in four-inch heels no less, in the car chauffeuring kids, or possibly with her husband scheduling his business trips. It’s a good thing her characters do what she says, because even her Labrador doesn’t listen to her..
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