FALLEN STAR by Susannah Nix is available now! Get your hands on this sexy Hollywood contemporary romance today.
About FALLEN STAR
The second he walked through the door, she could tell he was trouble.
Grace knows better than to fall for a Hollywood bad boy like Scott Deacon. An arrogant movie star with a troubled past and a big honking chip on his shoulder? No, thank you. He may be sex on wheels, but beneath the charming facade he’s just another cocky jackass destined to make her job more difficult.
The more time they spend together, the hotter the fire between them burns. With every flirtatious smile and brush of his hand, she feels her defenses crumbling.
She wants to hate him, but instead she’s in danger of losing all control.
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4 stars Fallen Star is a well-written, fun, standalone romance with likable characters, no cheating, and a HEA. Grace is heroine who works in the movie industry as a script supervisor and makes a snap judgment about Scott, a former drug addict movie star. I loved how both characters were strong, but also vulnerable which made them more relatable. As a slow burn romance, I enjoyed watching their relationship evolved from mutual dislike, to friends, and finally to lovers. I found myself chuckling at the knock-knock jokes that Scott texted to Grace and wanting to hug Scott as he tried to overcome some of his insecurities.
One of the things that I loved about this book is how the author dives into the mental health of a former addict. I also was intrigued by how the author detailed some of the behind the scenes action that goes into making a movie. Fallen Star is my first book by this author and I plan to read the previous book in the Starstruck series. I received Fallen Star as an ARC.
Read an Excerpt from FALLEN STAR:Tuesday they were shooting on location in Jackson Square all day. The call time was two hours before dawn, so they could wring every second of sunlight out of the day, and Grace could not stop yawning on the transport van to the location. “Wakey, wakey,” Scott said, leaning over the back of his seat to shake a plastic tumbler filled with something thick and green and disgusting-looking in front of her face.
“Ugh,” Grace grumbled. “Get that away from me.” She couldn’t help but smile a little though, even through her sleep-deprived crankiness. An hour later, as the first streaks of light were glimmering in the sky above the river, Scott showed up at the pop-up tent where video village had been set up, and presented Grace with a white paper bag and a tall styrofoam cup from Café du Monde. “For me?” she asked, perking up considerably.
“Did you seriously walk over there and buy me coffee?” He didn’t seem to have gotten anything for anyone else. Just her. Her brain filed this information away to obsess over and analyze later, when he wasn’t standing two feet away grinning at her. “Café au lait,” Scott said smugly. “And beignets.”
Grace narrowed her eyes at him in suspicion. “Did you make one of the PAs do it?” “As a matter of fact, I did it all by myself. And I had to take a picture with the employees, so I hope you appreciate it.” “I do!” she said, beaming at him. “You’re officially my favorite person today.” He blinked at her, his smirk fading into something else entirely. Whatever that expression on his face was, it sent Grace’s stomach tumbling into a free fall. Rather than examine it more closely, she focused her attention on the bag in her hand. Inside was a mountain of powdered sugar, and buried beneath it were three pillowy squares of fried dough.
“Don’t inhale while you’re eating those,” Scott warned her. “Not my first rodeo,” Grace told him, excavating a beignet. “Want one?” “Noooo.” He held up his hands in a warding gesture. “I’m doing a water cut for that fight scene on Thursday.” Right. He’d be shirtless, which meant the Abs of Glory would be on full display.
Grace found herself looking forward to Thursday with a little more enthusiasm. “Sucks for you,” she said, giving him a taunting grin as she bit into a beignet. His eyes homed in on her mouth with laser beam focus. “That’s fine. I’ll just enjoy them vicariously by watching you eat.” “Does this get you off?” she asked archly and took another bite.
Scott licked his lips. “Not gonna lie, it kind of does.” Grace couldn’t help laughing at his retriever-staring-down-a-dog-treat expression, which led her to make the fatal mistake of inhaling with the beignet in front of her mouth. Coughing sugar out of her lungs, she clapped a hand over her mouth as a cloud of fine white powder billowed out in front of her. Scott sidestepped the powdered sugar typhoon and patted her on the back, chuckling. “Told you not to inhale.”