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  • A Brush With Fame by Melinda Hazen

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    What if by chance you met a famous person? And he wants you.

    Makeup artist Rafaella Hamilton accepts a one-day sub position on a Hollywood movie set. When a stranger returns a pen she drops, she doesn’t realize she’s met and mistaken for a member of the crew the lead of the movie, British heartthrob Evan Hutchinson.

    As the pair continue to see each throughout the day, Evan finds himself increasingly intrigued. Rafaella’s pretty, likable, and has made him laugh. And now he wants to know more. But she won’t be back tomorrow—unless Evan can make sure she will.

    An unusual job offer is extended to Rafaella to finish out the film as Evan’s personal makeup artist. The opportunity promises to provide much alone time for the two to become acquainted. Rafaella sees Evan as charming, personable, and funny—unlike most actors she’s come across—and now, apparently interested in her. Is there hope for love and a happily ever after in Evan’s A-list world?

    Their love story is sweet but entails drama beyond what the couple can foresee.

  • Kydona by Thomas Krug

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    Named for heaven, the kingdom of Elessia once served as a beacon to the world. Now its name has become a byword for decadence. When Lord Prince Marcus hears the beginnings of a vast conspiracy from the lips of his dying mother, he sets out to uncover the motives lurking behind the war his father waged. With the help of Kaelyn—a sharp-tongued courtesan nursing a long-hidden desire—and Vernon de Gauthier—a near-disturbingly prolific womanizer with a weakness for apples—Marcus slowly unearths the truth: his country lies on the brink of collapse. And soon, the vanquished nation of Kydona will rise to settle a generation-old score.

    In Elessia’s debauched court, the threat goes unheeded. Marcus’s romances bloom and just as quickly wither. Blood is shed, lives extinguished. It matters little. Quarrel and murder, lust and love, right and wrong—the lines that separate these are hopelessly blurred in the throes of court intrigue. And the difference between each rests on a knife edge so sharp that even a hero cannot tell them apart.