I don't even have a cover yet, but I wanted to share a little bit of the 5th book in the Hollywood Hearts series, coming out in September.
LOVE'S LAST CHANCE
A bit about the book
Dorrie Rodgers left three men behind in New York when she moved to L.A. to dance the lead in a movie. Engagement to a powerful producer made her life complete. But an accident ended both her career and her engagement.
After three years of struggling along teaching yoga, Dorrie is hired to choreograph a movie. Wanting to share her joy at this fabulous chance to resurrect her career with a man, she is determined to end her single status.
Questioning her decision to leave each of three attractive men five years ago in New York, Dorrie returns to the Big Apple for one more day with each. Was she hasty in her decisions to leave them behind? Will one of these men make her change her mind? Will her return to the past bring the love she is seeking or will loneliness propel her back into the arms of the one man who broke her heart?
LOVE, THIS IS YOUR LAST CHANCE!
Dorrie ducked her auburn head down to blend into the crowd, hoping to avoid running into Gunther Quill. Dammit! As she exited the plane, she cursed herself for bringing so much luggage. Now, I have to hang around the baggage claim. He’s sure to find me.
She stole a furtive glance up and down the corridor then breathed a sigh of relief. No sign of him. She straightened up and strode confidently toward the luggage area. I guess he changed his mind about meeting me here. Good. We have nothing to talk about other than the movie. Maybe I can deal with one of the other producers on the film instead.
“Got an extra?”
Dorrie looked up to see Grace Brewster, her companion from the flight, standing with her hand out. She handed Grace a piece and smiled. “Gum keeps me from overeating.”
“I could afford to lose some weight, too.”
This was an old habit Dorrie used to deal with nerves and avoid drowning herself in comfort food, especially when she was a professional dancer. Though choreographers don’t have to be as slim, they still need to be in shape. She chewed rapidly, unable to shake her dread of running into Gunther.
“Is he here?” Grace asked, looking around.
Dorrie shook her head. “Not yet. I hope I can get my suitcases and leave before he shows up.”
“You know Gunther?”
Dorrie nodded. “I see.”
Grace blushed. “I’m sure you do. I’d rather not rehash it.”
“I don’t blame you. He does have a way of…getting around.”
Grace’s blush deepened. “It didn’t end well.”
“It never does with Gunther.” Dorrie glanced at the door for the tenth time.
“He’s pretty pissed at me.”
Dorrie raised her eyebrows. “Really? It’s usually the other way around.”
Grace’s smile tightened. “Trust me, it wasn’t happy on either side.”
“Sounds familiar,” Dorrie said, her gaze perusing the area. “I’ll keep watch while you grab our bags. Mine is dark blue plaid.”
The carousel jolted then began to move as luggage slowly slid down the ramp and was transferred to the moving belt. Grace moved toward the conveyor and reached for a suitcase.
While she took her gaze off the entrance to check for her bags, the hairs on the back of Dorrie’s neck stood up, and her skin prickled. One puff of hot breath warming her ear alerted her to Gunther’s arrival. She jumped.
“If I was insecure, I’d think you were avoiding me,” he whispered, standing too close to her.
Dorrie’s heartbeat doubled as adrenaline poured into her veins. Fight or flight? Let me out of here. Taking a deep breath to steady herself, she pasted a smile on her lips and turned to face him.
“Why Gunther, what a surprise.”