My Thoughts
Laine and Michael have found each other again after years. They had shared some sweet moments when they attended school together, but nothing came from it as Michael was headed for stardom and Laine was heading in the opposite direction. My heart hurt for the young girl that was so lost and broken. She hasn't changed much in the years that have passed. She and Michael are on opposite sides of the camera now as he is a movie star and she is a paparazzi. When they reconnect both are looking for more in their lives, but they haven't forgotten what they shared years ago and that chemistry is definitely still there. Unfortunately Laine's past barrels into their present and causes some major issues that both aren't prepared to handle. I so wanted them to find that happily ever after. I really enjoyed their story.
I give Shuttergirl 4 hearts!
I give Shuttergirl 4 hearts!
About the Book
ONE movie star on the cusp of greatness
ONE broken girl who touched him
TEN years to forget her
A MILLION stories in Hollywood
I am not hurt.
I don’t need a second chance with him, or a life I thought I
had.
While he was out forgetting me to become a movie star, I was
building a career out of nothing. A career as a paparazzi, but a career. For a
foster kid who bounced around every home in Los Angeles, that wasn’t easy.
This camera is all I have.
He’s nothing to me. Every time I take his picture and sell
it, I remind myself that I did it all without him or his approval, his cinnamon
smell or his clear green eyes. He lights up the screen like a celestial body,
but he’s nothing but a paycheck to me.
He can throw my camera off a balcony, and nothing has to
change. We can stay king and queen of the same city, and different worlds.
Except this is Hollywood, and here, anything can happen.
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Excerpt
I stroked his hair, waist deep in peace, all worry gone for
the moment, and floating in no more than an ocean of gratitude. I must have
been more vulnerable than I realized, or he’d reopened some wound with his
kindness, because though my sweet reverie stayed, as the minutes passed, a layer
of need fitted itself on top of it.
I needed to tell him, if not the details, the outlines of
who I was.
“I want you to know,” I whispered, starting somewhere small,
then everything I didn’t want to say spilled out. “I have stuff. I’ve never
been to jail, but you know, it’s stuff, and it’s ugly, and it scares me.
Because, I mean, you’re so perfect, and I’m… I’m just a mess. I’m not whole.
I’m a bunch of pieces of a person I cobbled together.” My eyes got wet when I
thought of the comparisons between us and that picture in my silverware drawer.
“So if you have to move on when you realize that, I’ll understand. You have an
image, and if anyone understands protecting a career, it’s me. I mean, I’ll be
mad, don’t get that wrong, but also.” I swallowed and blinked, shifting my head
so he wouldn’t feel the tear on his forehead. “I won’t blame you.”
I waited for an answer. Anything. A change in position or a
word on any subject. The weather. Sports. Something. But all he did was
breathe.
I smiled so wide, tears fell into my mouth. He was sleeping.
About the Author
CD Reiss is a USA Today and Amazon bestseller. She still has
to chop wood and carry water, which was buried in the fine print. Her lawyer is
working it out with God but in the meantime, if you call and she doesn’t pick
up, she’s at the well, hauling buckets.
Born in New York City, she moved to Hollywood, California to
get her master’s degree in screenwriting from USC. In case you want to know,
that went nowhere, but it did embed TV story structure in her head well enough
for her to take a big risk on a TV series structured erotic series called Songs
of Submission. It’s about a kinky billionaire hung up on his ex-wife, an
ingenue singer with a wisecracking mouth; art, music and sin in the city of Los
Angeles.
Critics have dubbed the books “poetic,” “literary,” and
“hauntingly atmospheric,” which is flattering enough for her to put it in a
bio, but embarrassing enough for her not to tell her husband, or he might think
she’s some sort of braggart who’s too good to give the toilets a once-over
every couple of weeks or chop a cord of wood.
If you meet her in person, you should call her Christine.
Giveaway
I am so happy with the response to Shuttergirl, and I cannot
wait to send Michael and Laine out into the world, because who doesn’t swoon
over a second chance at love?
It’s a
new genre for me, and I’m exploding with excitement, so I’ve dropped some
fantastic reasons for readers to get the book right away.
TREAT
YOURSELF LIKE A MOVIE STAR!
$500
Spa Gift Card
If you
could get an hour, or ten away from the daily grind of paparazzi and interviews
(or the job and kids), what would you do?
Get a
foot rub/slash/pedicure? A massage? Maybe something called a Sleep Treatment
that right now sounds better than sex?
Maybe
you’d bring a friend or two, or maybe you’d just get a manipedi when you wanted
one. Because the life of a megastar ain’t for the weak-willed or lazy, and
running from paparazzi can really wear down a girl’s nails.
Woodhouse
Spas are no joke. They’re all over the country and they’re….sigh. Fabulous. But
if you don’t live near one, we can do Burke Williams, Halcyon Days or Red Door.
HOW TO
ENTER
Take
the fun SHUTTERGIRL READER QUIZ!
The
link to the quiz is in the back of the book, and yes, that’s the ONLY place to
find it! There are bonus questions relating to Jonathan and Antonio for extra
prizes. You have until June 3rd to enter! That gives you a solid two weeks to
read the book and get your chance at a $500 movie star spa treatment!
If you
are a paperback reader, email me and we’ll work it out .
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