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From Fake to Forever
by Jennifer Shhirk
Sandra Moyer’s
preschool is struggling, so she reluctantly agrees to let super-famous actor
Ben
Capshaw research a role there. Ben’s always joking around, never serious,
but there’s something about the buttoned-up, beautiful Sandra and her young
daughter that makes him want to take life more seriously. But Sandra won’t
trust him—what if it’s all an act, research for the role? As the lines between
make-believe and reality blur, Ben will have to decide if love is worth casting
aside the role of his life for a new role…that could last a lifetime.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~
How about an Excerpt? Sure! Here you go:
“C’mon, Uncle Bens. I’m wide-open.”
Ben Capshaw lowered his throwing arm and glared at his
agent’s son, Todd. “Will you stop calling me that?”
“But you are my uncle Bens,” Todd said with a frown.
“Yeah, I guess. But when you say it like that I feel like a
side dish at a Chinese restaurant.”
The boy snickered. “I know.”
Ben quickly raised the football again and pretended to whip
it at him. When Todd flailed his arms and ducked, Ben had his revenge. “Nice
move,” he called out with a laugh.
Todd laughed, too. “Okay, c’mon, throw it for real this
time. I’m really ready.”
Ben lobbed the football in the air and watched with budding
disappointment as it sailed right through Todd’s arms and bounced on the
ground. Ben shook his head. The kid obviously needed more practice. “You almost
had it,” he lied.
Todd picked up the ball and ran it back to him. “You know,
I’m so glad you’re coming for dinner, Uncle Bens. Are you and my mom sure I
can’t tell anyone you’re here?”
Ben looked up at the sky and sighed. A sigh that clearly
said, if we go through this one more time I’m going to find your entire stash
of Twinkies and eat them all without remorse. If the kid were a little older,
he’d understand that threat and let the question lie. Instead, Todd continued
to gaze up at him with big, hopeful brown eyes.
“No,” Ben told him firmly. “Not your BFF, not even your dog.
No one. Got it?”
Todd’s young face looked crushed.
“Look, it’s like I told you before, I don’t want the
paparazzi buzzing around here. I’m officially on vacation.”
“In Wood Manor, New Jersey?”
“Hey, the beach here is just as good as Los Angeles, and
after a few days I’ll drive up to New York City.” He loved New York in
September. He’d get a haircut and a shave, a massage, meet a few women.
Speaking of meeting women…
Ben’s gaze lingered again on the tasty-looking blonde
sitting on the bench. He’d been checking her out since he and Todd first
arrived at the park. Couldn’t help himself. He had a real thing for blondes,
and most—thank you, God—had a real thing for him.
“Hey, Todd, why don’t we go to the slide over there?” Closer
to that blonde.
“No way.”
He turned to the boy in surprise. “Why not?”
“That slide’s for babies.”
“No, it’s not. Look, there’s an adult over there,” he said,
pointing the football toward the bench.
Todd looked over and made a face. “You want to go talk to
that woman, don’t you?”
“Wh-what?” Ben spluttered. “No, no. No way. Hey, stop
listening to your mom about me.” Besides, he didn’t want to talk to her,
anyway. “Flirt” was a better verb choice. He wanted to flirt with that woman.
There was a difference. Anyone could spew out words and just talk. Flirting
required talent, always used with the sole purpose of letting the other person
know you’re interested. And he was very interested in her.
However, as much as he was tempted to go over and introduce
himself, he wouldn’t. He didn’t want to risk his anonymity. But he didn’t see
the harm in getting a better look at an attractive woman. After all, if he was
in a museum, he’d certainly want to get closer to a work of art, wouldn’t he? And
from what he could tell, that woman was a bona fide masterpiece.
She had the kind of straight, shiny blond hair his fingers
itched to feel and run through, and a body that was slender in an athletic kind
of way—built more like a runner than a centerfold—and not at all fake like most
of the women in L.A. He was positive there was nothing cosmetically enhanced on
her. Not that she wore anything revealing to bring that kind of attention to
herself. Yet, dressed in sweatpants and a Red Sox T-shirt, she’d managed to get
his attention just the same.
“Um, Todd, are you sure you don’t want to go over there?” he
asked again, trying to rein in and saddle his raging testosterone.
Todd took off running. “You have to catch me first,” he
called out with a laugh.
That little bugger. Ben dropped the football and ran after
him. Todd was fast, weaving his way around the wooden maze of forts and
playground equipment and then disappearing from his sight. Ben climbed up the
rope to the wooden platform and scanned the area. From the corner of his eye,
he caught sight of Todd ducking into a tube slide. Ha! Gotcha now, kid. He ran
over and climbed into a slide himself, hoping to catch him by surprise.
The only problem was he didn’t slide down.
He began to twist, realizing his shoulders were wedged in
tight. With one arm pinned down and the other arm up, he tried shifting his
hips to wiggle back up. That didn’t work, either. Okay, he wasn’t sure how he’d
managed this strange, bizarre feat, but he needed some help.
Crap. He could see the headline now: “Career Not Only Thing
Going Down Tubes.” Oh, man, his agent and publicist would have his head on a
platter if that happened. He’d be lucky to get local theater work after that.
Served him right for showing off and acting like a ten-year-old instead of the
thirty-four-year-old he was.
Where the hell is Todd?
Ben heard movement above him. Thank goodness. He looked up,
ready to ream Todd out for leaving him hanging so long. But he clamped his lips
shut when he stared directly into the face of a cherubic little girl instead.
“Excuse me. Now it my turn,” she said in a tiny voice.
“Uh…well, you have to wait. See, I can’t move right now.”
She frowned. “But I said excuse me.”
“Yeah, I know, but—”
Her little face puckered and those big blue eyes filled with
tears, which set the alarm bells ringing. No, no, please. I beg you! Oh, man,
the kid was going to cry on him.
Where the hell is Todd!
The little girl did begin to cry—not with the loud,
obnoxious wailing he half expected, but with a quiet, trembling frown and
dime-size tears that fell like an H5 hailstorm. It made him want to break down
and cry, too. He didn’t need this right now—stuck as he was—especially since he
had no clue how to convey he was telling the truth to such a young child. About
to send out a verbal SOS to Todd, he saw the blonde from the bench spring out
before him.
Thank you, God. Maybe it wasn’t exactly how he wanted to
meet this woman, but at least she would understand the situation, and he could
finally get some help. But when he gazed up into the woman’s ready-to-kill
eyes, he doubted very much that the cavalry had arrived.
“What did you do to my daughter?” she accused in that stern
mother-cub-protecting-her-baby voice.
Oh, great. Her daughter. More bad PR. Now they were going to
add child abuse to the headline. “Nothing,” he insisted. “Honest. Look, she
just wants to go down the slide.”
The blonde folded her arms. “Well, let her, then.”
The woman’s demand gave him pause. Okay, she obviously
didn’t understand his predicament any better than her kid had. “I…uh…can’t,” he
said with a sheepish grin. “I’m kind of stuck. Maybe a little help?” He waved
his one free arm, but she looked at it as though it were covered with warts.
“Maybe I should call the police for help instead,” she said,
drawing her daughter to her side.
“No police!”
The woman flinched from his outburst. He didn’t mean to
freak out on her, but the police equaled the press in his book. Then bad
headlines. Then unhappy agent. Then less work. The list went on.
He cleared his throat. “No police, please,” he repeated more
calmly. “In fact, don’t call anyone.”
An odd expression—somewhere between nausea and
hysteria—crossed her pretty features, and she grabbed her daughter’s hand.
“Let’s go.”
Go? Go where? He watched in disbelief as the woman began to
lead her daughter away. Did she think he was faking it? Didn’t she recognize
him? The woman was actually turning her back on him.
“Wait!” he shouted. “I’m not kidding! Come back! What about
me?”
His complaints and shouts didn’t even register on her radar.
The woman had to have heard him—heck, upstate New York had to have heard
him—but she didn’t turn around. Didn’t so much as pause. In fact, she picked up
her little girl and ran.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~
About the Author:
Jennifer Shirk
has a bachelor degree in pharmacy-which has in NO WAY at all helped her
with
her writing career. But she likes to point it out, since it shows
romantic-at-hearts come in all shapes, sizes, and mind-numbing educations.
She writes
sweet (and sometimes even funny) romances for Samhain Publishing, Avalon
Books/Montlake Romance and now Entangled Publishing. She won third place in the
RWA 2006 NYC's Kathryn Hayes Love and Laughter Contest with her first book, THE
ROLE OF A LIFETIME. Recently, her novel SUNNY DAYS FOR SAM won the 2013 Golden
Quill Published Authors Contest for Best Traditional Romance.
Lately she's
been on a serious exercise kick. But don't hold that against her.
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