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A single, overweight college professor.

A TV producer looking for a replacement actress.

A chance meeting that changes both their lives.

Dr. Bella Hopkins is looking for love. The forever kind. But instead, she gets a role in a new sitcom, when she runs into Hollywood-screenwriter-turned-producer Jamie Star at the supermarket.

Jamie wants his first show to succeed. He didn’t count on the lead actress injuring herself and pulling out last minute. When he meets Bella, who looks exactly like the actress he just lost, Jamie is convinced that the solution to his problem is simple—convince the college professor to act in his show.

But a misplaced sext, almost kiss, and crazy co-actress later, what started out as a simple solution turns into a problem of its own...

CHAPTER 1
Jamie hated cancelling a Tinder hookup. Especially when it happened to be with the hot brunette who’d given
him three orgasms last week.
But since all hell was currently breaking loose at the studio, he had no choice.
Jamie: Have to cancel 2nite. C u next week?
Without waiting for her reply, he laid his phone face down on his thigh, so he wouldn’t be distracted by
messages.
“Please tell me this is an April Fool’s joke,” he demanded, running his hands down his face, almost afraid to
look up at Scarlet.
“I wish.” Scarlet, the assistant producer of his sitcom, dropped a heavy exhale.
“So Martina’s really gonna quit?”
Jamie tried to reig
“Picking another actress. Daniel and I tried that already. Didn’t work. Nobody who showed up at the casting
this morning even remotely resembled Martina.” Scarlet hesitated. “Daniel thinks rewriting the entire script to
remove Martina’s character is the best way forward.”
“Troubled Domesticity is scheduled to air nationwide in September. In two months.” Jamie said, more in an
attempt to remind himself than Scarlet.
Troubled Domesticity was his maiden sitcom and from the beginning, it had been one hitch after another. This
was the first time he was doing something independent of his father and Star Studios. Everything hinged on
Troubled Domesticity’s success—his future as a TV writer, his self-worth, his bank balance—everything.
“This had to happen now, didn’t it?” Exasperation simmered under his even syllables.
Jamie let his fingers fall over his eyelids, blanking out everything from his vision.
Now, in the business of entertainment, things often went wrong, so this wasn’t unusual by any means.
Budgets overran, actors threw tantrums, legal suits were slapped, injuries happened...and it all boiled down to
one thing.
Scarlett’s fingers grazed the sharp ends of the folder she cradled. “I’ve exhausted every option. There’s no
way but for you to re-write the entire script explaining the mysterious disappearance of her character from the
second episode on. Just say she died or something.”
“Too late for that. ABC picked up the show based on the pilot featuring Martina. The producers won’t let
us change the storyline now.” He angled for a doughnut from the box of Krispy Kremes on the table. Sugar
was every writer’s stress medicine. “And we’re already running way over budget. We have no money to pay for
re-shooting two episodes, even if we were to change the script.”
Having a show picked up by a cable network was a one in twenty thousand chance. Literally. Not many ideas
got past the rigorous winnowing process carried out by studios and network cable executives. There was no
way he was blowing his chance because of a missing actress.
“Something’s gotta give, or this show will never get made.” Scarlet chewed on her nails.
“Guess there’s no other way, huh?” Jamie said, wiping donut glaze off his lips.
“Hey, how about sending Lucy on a vacation to Bali? She can be gone for a few episodes.”
“But we’ll have to bring her back sometime.”
Scarlet held his gaze and nodded. “Fine. I’ll leave it to you to decide what you’re going to do. We shoot on
Friday, though.”
Burying his head between his hands, Jamie groaned. “And it’s Wednesday already.”
“You can do it.” With an encouraging nod, she slipped out of the writers’ room.
Jamie wordlessly absorbed the million pieces of colored post-its stuck on the storyboard, wishing the answer
to his problem was written on one of them. But as he already knew, all that was scribbled on them were story
ideas.
Right now, he was feeling sheer respect for his father. No shit. Grant Star must be one tough man if he’d
kept Star Studios profitable for twenty years. Hollywood had way more budget bleeders than TV.
Since he didn’t have the fortitude to push through her resistance on a near-empty stomach, Jamie decided
to finish the re-write for Act Three before the staff writers came in for the day. The commissioning editor had
requested some edits on episode four, which the actors were going to be rehearsing next week.
Halfway in, he realized that he was only spacing out, so Jamie stepped out of the writer’s room for a break.
Maybe he needed to get some fresh air and think about things from a different perspective. Have a few moments
of quiet privacy. Ideas often came to him at such—
“Jamie!”
Rosie’s high-pitched yell drew out some more of his frustration.
As soon as her electric blue eyes registered his form, she skipped to him, white heels making loud taps on
the corridor floor.
Privacy was an impossibility on a set where Rosie existed.
“Jamie, I was looking for you.”
He hastily tried to remove himself from where he was, before she could coil her arms around him. But his
reflexes were too slow. She latched onto him before he could blink.
In keeping with her character on the show, a rebellious teen also called Rosie, she wore white-heeled boots
and a black leather miniskirt that hugged her body so tight, it could have crushed her bones. Her crop top’s
neck showed off her freckled cleavage while the cake of makeup on her face left her features smothered.
“Aren’t you supposed to be rehearsing?” Jamie inquired, trying to get her away.
In some other lifetime, she must’ve been a leech and unfortunately, she was carrying those memories into
this incarnation.
“Nope. Taking a break. Let’s walk together.” With her hooked onto him, did he have any choice but to go
with her?
Now, he wasn’t stupid. He knew exactly why Rosie was so ‘friendly’ with him. Her type was relatively easy
to peg—the ultra-ambitious, I’ll-sleep-with-anyone-to-get-to-the-top actress.
This sitcom was Rosie’s first big role, and she wanted to ensure it wouldn’t be her last.
She no doubt knew who his father was, and more specifically, what he could do for an actress’s career.
Rachel Welch, Tiana Cruise, Adriana Victorelli—Grant Star had turned those obscure faces into A-listers.
“Don’t you think I’d be great as Annie in the movie adaptation of Seventeen Summers? I look exactly like
Rollins describes Annie in the novel—an ethereal beauty with a face that could make angels weep in jealousy. I
was born for the role. By the way, isn’t Star Studios producing the movie?”
Yup. Right on the money.
“They already signed Lily Adkins for Annie’s role.” Jamie popped her little bubble.
Rosie didn’t flinch. She stuck even closer to his side and squeezed her claws around his arm. “Jamie, you
know we’re friends, right? And friends help each other. If there’s any movie your dad’s casting for, you’ll tell
him about me, won’t you?”
He was tempted to inform her that one-sidedly pressuring someone was not friendship.
Instead, Jamie kept his reply sparse. “I don’t talk much to him these days.”
“But you can talk to him for me, can’t you?” She egged, trailing one feather-light touch on his wrist.
“Mmmm.”
That was neither a yes nor a no, but it satisfied Rosie. As a producer and writer of the show, his job was to
keep everybody happy. Rosie was an important part of the cast. They’d lost one actress already. They didn’t
need another one walking away.
And Rosie was a pretty good actress, unlikeable as she might be.
“Great. That’s what friendship’s about.” Flashing a wide grin, Rosie let go of his arm.
Since her mission was accomplished, she probably didn’t see much sense in hanging around him any longer,
so making the first excuse that sprung to her mind, she granted him his precious moments of solitude.
Those moments of solitude were short lived. His ringtone broke the silence.
Gage calling. Jamie shuddered and hesitated before giving in.
Gage had once been a child star, who’d acted in his greatest blockbuster, The Fall. Jamie had involuntarily
taken up the role of his big brother because he’d felt bad for the kid. Six years later, he was still playing big
brother. But now Gage was not a sweet, nice boy. He was a wild party animal who frequently had brushes with
the law for assault, drugs, and a DUI or three.
“Hello.” Jamie dreaded what was coming.
“Brah, get to 13th precinct ASAP. The cops hauled me in for battery. The fuckers are tryna lock me up. Get
your hands off me, fucker. I don’t care if you have a badge!”
With the wall being so close, Jamie couldn’t resist banging his head against it.
This was the third time this year that Gage was asking him to make a sudden trip to the precinct.
“Who did you hurt this time?” Jamie barked, letting the rising groan of frustration out of his throat.
“No one. This is all a fucking misunderstanding. Explain it to them, and do it ASAP. Sahara’s single release
party is at five. Can’t miss my girl’s big day.”
Jamie had the urge to tell him that his girlfriend’s single release party should be the least of his concerns. But
since no teen liked to hear the reality, Jamie pacified him with an, “I’m coming.”
A cancelled date, an injured actress, and a trip to the precinct.
Just a normal day in the life of Jamie Star.

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When we were in college, Henry Stone asked me out and I shot him down in the most humiliating way possible.
He was a nerd and I was the golden girl of the theatre society, destined to make it big in Hollywood, so how could there be anything between us?
Now six years later, as an out-of-work actress who has to take on a housekeeping job to stay afloat, I run into him again—and boy, has he made it big.
As I begin to clean his house and take care of his precocious nephew, I realize how wrong I was about him. He’s sexy, smart, kind, everything.
But I have demons that he can’t fight. Demons that keep me away from love.
One thing’s for sure: This housekeeper-gig is going to be the hardest role of my life.

Sasha Clinton discovered romance novels at the age of thirteen and has been addicted to them ever since. After getting a degree in chemical engineering and realizing that there was no way she could ever be an engineer, she decided to follow her passion and write romance novels. Sasha has lived in New Delhi, Melbourne, Manchester, and Boston and continues to move frequently. She currently lives in New York.