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Thursday, February 5, 2015
Collateral Damage Cover Reveal
Hollywood It Girl, Francesca Leon, has just landed the biggest role of her
career…one that could clinch an Oscar nomination and open doors. If she’s going to
move her career to the next level and work with top directors, she has to nail this
part — and keep her sexy, but unreliable leading man from screwing everything up.
Bad boy Calder Fox is the son of Hollywood royalty and fresh out of rehab after his
best friend’s death sent him on a downward spiral of drugs and alcohol. While his
fans still love him and the paparazzi stalk him, he’s never taken life, or anything
about his career, seriously. He may be charming and drop-dead gorgeous, but if he
doesn’t stay sober, he could ruin Frankie’s future and expose her long-hidden family
secret to the voracious media.
Behind the scenes
Things heat up during filming and have the potential to become hotter, deeper, and
much more real. But can Frankie trust Calder with her secret? Or is he doomed to
sabotage his own happiness yet again?
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EXCERPT FROM COLLATERAL DAMAGE
“You’re up in six, Frankie.” Brock strolled back into the room with a sheet of paper in his hand. “I’ve
cleared the list of questions they’re going to ask you. Take a look for yourself though.”
I leaned forward and reached for the paper, giving it a quick once-over. Same shit, different day. That
was the thing about doing a press junket. You were asked the same questions a hundred different times but only
in ten different ways. By now I’d perfected all of my answers and could do these interviews as drunk and high as
Calder on a Saturday night.
I mentally scolded myself…that was mean. I didn’t know what it was, but something about Calder
brought out my bitchy side.
Handing the paper back to Brock, I said, “Got it,” and rose from the couch, smoothing my skirt over my
thighs when I was upright.
He led me down the hallway until we stood at the side of the stage to wait for my turn. We didn’t have
long to wait. Calder came sauntering off stage, appearing completely relaxed and not at all like he’d just been
forced to discuss what was supposedly one of the hardest times of his life.
His gaze inched slowly up the length of my body before he met my gaze, a small smirk forming on his
lips. My traitorous nipples pebbled underneath my silk shirt, and I was sure he could tell given the fact that I
wasn’t wearing a bra. Note to self—avoid backless shirts around attractive men. I pressed my teeth together,
more irritated than ever that I found him so physically appealing.
“Have we met?” Calder asked me with that stupid grin still on his face.
I’m sure I looked like I was trying to catch flies with my mouth. Was he shitting me? I schooled my
reaction as best I could and responded through clenched teeth. “Francesca Leon.”
“Oh, right. You’re that chick that does all the indie films.”
Seriously? He was going to act like we’d never met before—like we’d never worked together? Why did
that grate on me so much? It’s not like I should care one way or the other what he thought. I gave him a quick
nod, not saying anything.
He put his hands in his pockets and rocked back on his heels. “Well, good luck out there,” he said
before walking past me. His cologne wafted by as he passed, a mix of the outdoors and the ocean. I resisted the
urge to close my eyes and breathe in deeply. I would not let that idiot’s charm affect me like it did so many other
women. I was smarter than that.
A production assistant walked up, a frantic expression on his face. “You’re due on set.”
“Coming,” I said. I swept all thoughts of Calder from my mind, remembering why I was here. This was
the final push for my film that would be releasing next week, after which I’d be starting production on my first
mainstream, big-budget studio film. This was is it…the one I was determined would launch my career and make
Francesca Leon a household name.
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