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About the author:
Jasmine Lace is an American living in Spain with her English husband and two third-culture kids. She enjoys writing about morally questionable characters in quirky romances, binge watching YouTube/ NetFlix, and exploring new vacation destinations.
She works as an ESL teacher in the evenings, a 24-hour mother and a late-night indie writer. Some days sleep is her most treasured pasttime.
What inspired you to write your book?
This may sound weird but I had a strange erotic dream about a blockbuster actor who made a publicist's life hell. After months of thinking about that short scene, the story manifested into background plots and crazy situations.
Plus, I met my husband travelling. I've travelled around a lot and I wanted to incorporate the things I saw in my writing, in hopes that it might inspire others to travel and fall in love (with the destination and/or someone special).
Here is a short sample from the book:
“Well, mate. And you?"
"Good. Have you met, Mya Bassett?"
"Yes. In fact, she was offerin’ me a shot," he smiled down at her taken aback expression. Before she could deny his fictitious claim, Chris asked Mike, “Would yoou like to join us?"
"No, I can't. I have to run." Then, he turned to Mya. He placed a gentle hand on her arm. "Sorry, I have to go. It was really nice meeting you."
"You too. And thank you for introducing me around. That was really kind.”
“No problem. I'll give you a call sometime," he kissed her cheek.
"Yeah, it will give me a chance to insult you again," she laughed.
"Looking forward to it," Mike flashed her his dimples and was off.
Mya was left alone with heart-throb Chris again. She looked over at his confident smirk. Mya swallowed a giddy smile as Chris slid closer over to her and asked in a deep voice, “So, how about that shot?"
“You're dangerous company, aren't you?” Mya flirted back.
“Me? I'm harmless,” Chris came over closer. “There's nothin wrong with offerin a beaut like yoou a drink.”
“A shot,” she corrected him.
“Well, a mini drink. Anyway, who needs all that soda in a cocktail.”
“Yes, it's just extra calories, isn't it?” Mya playfully said. It was a jab at LA's health crazed diets that most stars and residents pledged their lives to.
“Roigh,” he smiled again. His smile was bright and wonderful as if you were the only one a part of his inner joke on the world. Mya felt special to be in his close circle. “Gorgeous and health conscious. I like that in a woman.”
Mya stilled her wobbly knees at the mention of him calling her gorgeous. It rolled off his tongue in a slightly nasally sing-song voice. Chris's Australian accent curled around her ear which perked up in pleasure.
In the back of her mind, she couldn't help think this was another one of his smooth moves to get a groupie into bed. Mya's instincts told her to distance herself from him before she ended up on Access Hollywood walking after him from some hallway closet with disheveled hair and makeup.
That would be great, she thought. Classed as another one of Chris Foley’s sluts.
“Well, what I hear, you bump into a lot of women that fit that description." she slyly hinted to his playboy reputation.
“Oh, I wouldn' worry about hearsay,” he spoke softly. His eyes bright with merriment and sexual drive. Then, he lowered his voice. "Tonight, you're the only one I'm interested in."
Mya's heart raced. Her face and the back of her neck got hot. She tried to hold her ground. Mya couldn’t allow herself to fall for his charm and devilish good looks.
She turned a playful smile towards him and said, "From most men, I would find that sweet, but most don't have every flavor of the week following."
“Ooooh, yoou would prefer one like Mike Chang," he blew out a ridiculous huff.
“What’s wrong with him? He's sweet and you don't hear about his orgies," she cut into him in a protective need to defend her new friend.
“I don' know," his 6’ 2” body leaned down to her face that was a good 6 inches down from his.
Chris’s breath brushed her ear as he whispered, "Yet, if I was him, there would be nothin’ so important that I would leave here without yoou."
The way he had caress the word "yoou" made Maya's panties soak. Her heart bounced off her chest plate. Blood rushed around her body, sending her head spinning. She was two seconds from leading him to her town car when red manicure nails rushed around his chest and grabbed his pumped pecks.
Chris turned to wrap his arms around Top Model, Amanda Slater. Her long legs went up to her neck, barely covered by the light pink day dress she wore. A complete contrast to Mya's short legs and thick thighs. Amanda’s rosy skin was radiated by the color of her pink dress. Her blond hair was pulled into a tight bun on top of her head.
"Chris, darling, how are you?" she asked during a long hug.
"Great, now that I got such a gorgeous beaut at this party."
I thought I was gorgeous, Mya thought with pursed lips.
"Yes, the fun has arrived," Amanda said. She was referring to herself. She began chatting on about a party in the Hills that night.
Mya had obviously been forgotten. Chris absent-mindedly moved back nearly stepping on Mya's heel.
You're just going to step all over me, huh?!?! She thought. Like I'm not here.
Mya was surprised and her pride hurt from being discarded and forgotten so quickly. Even if it was over a Top Model. Annoyed by being ignored, she turned to leave. Unfortunately, a ripping sound from her dress stopped Mya’s flight.