JAMES BLACK
SKYE TURNER
BLURB
James Black, the hottest name in Hollywood. Blockbuster films, tabloid headlines, and broken hearts surround this golden playboy.
Avangeline Price, a strong willed, tough as nails, zero tolerance for games woman who believes love only exists in books and movies.
James is accustomed to women falling at his feet. Avangeline has an intense dislike of celebrities and an even bigger dislike of James Black. She's unimpressed. He's intrigued. Both have preconceived notions. But… sometimes the unscripted territory is what matters most. When Hollywood meets Louisiana, can real life rival the movies?
***This book contains explicit sex and graphic language. It is NOT recommended for readers under the age of 18 OR those who do not read this type of book. ***
Prologue
James
Bright lights, big city… the perfect place to lose yourself.
That’s the impression I first got of Los Angeles and it’s the impression I still have today.
The city of Lost Angels. I fit right in here, though I’d call myself more of a devil on any given day.
This is where I started over. This is where the boy with nothing took on the world and became the man who has people at his beck and call for every little whim.
As I look around at my hillside mansion overlooking the city, I laugh cockily at the way life has panned out.
Do I have love? No, but I have money. I have adoring fans and people follow me wherever I go. It works.
Is it a perfect life? Of course not. Being in the public eye, never having any privacy...
But, it is what it is and it’s the life I’ve chosen. It’s the life for me.
The large clock chimes in the foyer and I glance at my bags near the door. The limo driver should be pulling up at any second.
Next stop… Louisiana. Not at all where I want to spend the next year and a half of my life, but it’s where filming is and filming keeps my bank account happy. All of them. This three movie deal should easily drop another chunk of change into them.
Not that I money is something I really need more of.
Smiling at the thought and the irony of that logic, I open the door just as the bell rings.
“Mr. Black. Good morning, Sir. I’ll get your bags into the car and in just a few minutes, we’ll be off. Is there anything else you need before we head to the airport?”
I think about that… “No, I think I’m good.”
He nods, “Very good, Sir. Let me take these.”
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