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Interview with Selena Harris – heroine of
Hollywood Temptation
What
brings you to Hollywood, Selena?
It’s a funny kind of story. I’m part Scot, part Texan. I came to the USA for the job
opportunities. And I had a job, then
kind of lost it when everyone else lost theirs.
I’ve been trying to find something else but keep meeting the same people
at every interview I go to. It seems
that every barista at Starbucks currently has an MBA.
Why
have you stayed?
I love it here. The weather and people are awesome. And I met someone who told me just to move in
and have a good time. So I did. Until the visa bill came in and he threw me
out.
How
did you get your injury?
Mark threw one of my Christian Louboutin’s
out of the apartment window. It kind of
took me by surprise and knocked me out.
Were
you angry with him?
Not really.
Well, maybe. Once I realised he’d
damaged my shoes.
What
about Seacliffe clinic?
I was lucky. I went there to get my head stitched, forgot
I’d maxed out my visa and needed a way to my bill. Colt Travers decided to let me temp here for
a month.
What
do you make of Colt Travers?
Doctor Temptation? He smoulders.
Constantly. Particularly when
he’s around me. I’m counting down the
weeks until I’m not officially an employee anymore. Because, after that? Who knows what could happen between us.
How
will you keep your hands to yourself in the meantime?
Superglue.
Or I’ll sit on them. Or I’ll
imagine Helen the owners face. She’s on
to me already. Or I might have to resort
to taking cold showers. If I don’t, I’ll end up in the spa hot tub and hope that
someone will join me….
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Hollywood
Temptation
Scarlet Wilson
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About
the book: Hollywood
surgeon Colt Travers needs a new receptionist ASAP. When the adorable—and completely broke—Selena
Harris comes in needing stitches, he takes a risk and hires her on the spot.
She can pay off her bill, and he won’t have to answer the phone anymore.
They're opposites in every way, and she's exactly what he doesn’t want in a
woman—impulsive, carefree, and amusing. He's trying to resist her, but the
longer she's around, the further he sinks into temptation.
Selena never meant
to get herself in such deep financial straits. LA has way too much temptation,
from high-end shopping to gorgeous men, and now her life is in chaos. But Colt
is different—responsible and noble—and although their chemistry is off the
charts, he’s keeping her at arm’s length. She's determined to win his
trust--and his heart--but will the secrets she's desperately trying to hide
ruin their chance for a big Hollywood happy ending?
Hollywood Temptation Links:
Author
Bio: Scarlet
Wilson wrote her first story aged 8 and has never stopped. Her family have fond
memories of ‘Shirley and the Magic Purse’ with its army of mice, with names all
beginning with the letter ‘m’. An avid reader Scarlet started with every Enid
Blyton book, moved on to Sweet Valley, and many years later found romance
novels.
Her fiancé has
never read one of her books but believes all the heroes are based on him. And
because he’s never read any of her books Scarlet is quite happy for him to keep
thinking that!
Scarlet writes for
Harlequin Mills & Boon Medical and Romance lines and Entangled Publishing.
Scarlet lives on the West Coast of Scotland with her fiancé and their two sons.
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Excerpt:
Excerpt: A car skidded to a halt
outside. He stood up and walked over to the window. It wasn’t the type of car
that normally appeared in their parking lot. Not the usual parking spot,
either. It was usually cars-for-the-stars around here. But this was a
run-of-the-mill car. He watched as a blonde bombshell emerged from the car,
pressing something to her head. There was a parking
lot directly to her left. It was clearly marked. She had practically
blocked the driveway parked there. Another woman who thought the rules were
made for everyone else.
She looked upward and he caught his breath. Even in her disheveled state he
could see she was a knockout. Blond hair around her shoulders, lovely bone
structure—the one thing a plastic surgeon always noted—lightly tanned
skin, curves in all the right places, and fuchsia-pink lips. His favorite
color on a woman.
He watched as she struggled to straighten her blouse and
skirt with one hand, a signature handbag weighing her
down as she continued to press something to her head.
She stumbled. He winced. The last thing they needed was
someone to fall on their way into the clinic and sue
them. Bad publicity and lawsuits were not what they needed right
now.
Something was caught around her ankle. He could see the
bright scrap catching on the stiletto heel of her shoe.
She stopped and dumped her bag on the ground then bent down to
retrieve the wayward piece of material. Her head shot back up
quickly, glancing at all the windows in the clinic. Her face was
scarlet.
It wasn’t. It couldn’t be.
Yes, it was.
Colt couldn’t stop the hearty laugh he let out as she bent
down and stuffed the pink thong into her bag.
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