Spotlight & Giveaway: Hollywood Princess by Natasha Madison

Today, HJ is pleased to share with you Natasha Madison’s new release: Hollywood Princess

Are you ready for Hollywood Royalty?

Kellie

An Oscar, a Tony, an Emmy, a Grammy—she has them all.
She’s the most sought-after woman in Hollywood.
Even if her rise to fame was a fluke, you can’t deny the camera loves her.
The problem is so does everyone else, and she’s about to leave on the biggest concert tour of her life.
Headlining for the first time in five years.

Around the world in ninety days. Should be a piece of cake.
Until her new security detail walks in the room and she’s looking into the eyes of the only man who didn’t fall for her charm.

It’s only a matter of time till he falls for Hollywood’s Princess.

Enjoy an exclusive excerpt from Hollywood Princess 

Two days later, I’m in the middle of my living room when the doorbell rings. Tossing the remote onto the couch, I get up and walk to the door. I just got out of the shower, so my hair is still wet, and all that I have on are my shorts. Unlocking the door, I pull it open, and my mouth falls open when I see who is standing there.

“Hi,” Kellie says, and I look her up and down. She is wearing black yoga pants and a loose black and white striped top with a pink jacket. A faded blue Yankees cap sits on her head, and she’s braided her blond hair on both sides. “Sorry for showing up unannounced.”

Shaking my head and trying to get a hold of myself, I move out of the way to let her come in. “Please, come in.” When she enters, I look outside and don’t see anyone with her. “Did you come here by yourself?”

“Yeah, I just finished packing, and I borrowed Cori’s car so people wouldn’t follow me,” she says and steps into the living room since it’s right inside the front door.

I’ve lived in this house for five years, and it’s only me, so my house is small. Plus, a bigger house means more cleaning, and no one has time for that. I mean, not that I actually clean my house, but if I did, I wouldn’t want to clean a big house. “Can I get you something to drink?” I ask her. Walking to the oversized gray couch, I grab the remote and turn off the television.

“A water would be good. Thank you,” she says, putting her oversized bag on the floor beside the door and following me to the kitchen. I didn’t know what type of house I wanted when I started looking, but the minute I saw the open floor plan, I knew it was what I wanted. Walking to the fridge, I open it and grab her a water bottle. When I turn around, I see her pulling out one of the stools from around the island. I hand her the water bottle. “Thank you.”

“What are you doing here?” Finally, the question comes out.

“I thought with us leaving tomorrow, it would be best if we talked a bit.” Her hands go to the label around the water bottle, her eyes going down and then coming back up again to look at me.

“I thought we went over this already,” I say, standing up straight now with my arms crossed over my chest. “And you agreed.”

She holds up one hand. “Calm down. I wanted to talk about the elephant in the room.” She smiles and then looks down. “You know, when I flirted with you.” I don’t say anything because I don’t know what to say to that. “Anyway, this is super awkward for me, so thanks for making it even more awkward by standing there not saying anything.”

“What do you want me to say, Kellie?” I ask her. “What exactly is there for me to say?” She lets out a breath and starts.

“I flirted with you, and you did nothing about it,” she says, “so I just want to maybe forget that happened and move on.”

“You mean you flirted with me while you were dating someone else and expected me to jump on it?” I ask, cocking my head to the side.

“That is so not what happened!” she shrieks. “I was barely dating him, and by the end, I was definitely not dating him.”

I swallow down and calm my nerves when I say, “So you’re telling me that you hired me to bring you to your boyfriend’s house, but he really wasn’t your boyfriend?”

“Oh my God,” she says, throwing her hands up and looking up at the sky. “Listen, can we just forget it happened?”

“Done,” I say to her. “Forgotten.”

“You are so annoying it’s not even funny.” She pushes the stool away from the island. Grabbing the water bottle, she says, “I don’t know why I expected us to have an actual conversation.” I don’t know if she’s asking me or talking to herself. Walking to her purse, she picks it up and turns back. “Thanks for the talk.” She turns and storms toward the door, but I’m faster than her, so as soon as she opens the door, my hand is on it over her head, holding it shut. I should have let her go, should have just let her walk out the door, but I didn’t. My stupid body moved faster than my brain. She turns around, and she is way too close. Close enough that I see the tiny freckles she has on her nose. I’m close enough to see the vein in her neck move while she swallows.

“We don’t have time to get into this.” My voice is lower than it was before. “And it doesn’t help that for the next ninety days, I’m going to be your shadow. But”—I lean in a touch closer, and her chest stops moving as she holds her breath—“when we get back, if this thing is still here, the gloves are coming off.” My hands itch to touch her, to run my thumb around her jaw and feel her skin under mine.

“What?” she whispers.

“In ninety days, we get back home. If this thing is still going on between us, I’m making my move.”

“Your move?” She just blinks.

“My move to make you mine,” I tell her, and the need to lean in just a tad and feel her is so great. Instead, I push off the door and watch her not say anything. She just swallows and then turns around and walks out of the house. My eyes follow her to the white Range Rover where she gets in and drives away. I watch her until she turns the corner and I can’t see her anymore.

I turn and walk back into the house, locking the door behind me. I can still faintly smell her perfume. “Well,” I say to the empty room, “that went well.”

 
Excerpt. ©Natasha Madison. Posted by arrangement with the publisher. All rights reserved.
 
 

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Meet the Author:

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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