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“Just because I wasn’t consulted before you were brought on board, don’t think for a second that I haven’t verified you can actually pull this off. This film is my responsibility, and Rebecca falls outside your known range.”
Cait’s jaw tightened. Oh, he’d hit a nerve with that one.
She recovered quickly, though. She always did. She stood and stepped away from the bench before turning on him. “You know, if you spent more time actually working, and less time playing beach blanket bingo in Europe, you might not have to find out what’s happening with your own projects after the fact.”
The disdain in her voice chased off any desire he’d had to play nice. Where did Cait get off, acting all high and mighty? “So you’ve been keeping up with my love-life? That’s kind of … sad, actually.”
“Oh, please. Would you get over yourself? The last thing I care about is who you’re sleeping with now. I’m here for one reason and one reason only. And, believe me, it doesn’t have a damn thing to do with you.”
Dear Reader
Writing this letter to you makes me quite sad, as it means that my time with the Marshall family has come to an end. There’s always a little twinge of that every time I say goodbye to characters—by this point in the process I’ve spent so much time with them that it’s hard to let them go. But the Marshall brothers have been with me for three books now—almost a year of my life—and I’m feeling this loss a little harder than usual.
I adore all three Marshall brothers equally, but Finn holds a special place in my heart. He’s the black sheep, the wild child, the one no one really understands but everyone can’t help but love. While these traits are part of what makes Finn so irresistible, they also made it hard for me to figure out who his heroine would be. She couldn’t be your average girl-next-door. Finn needed a heroine who wouldn’t be overly impressed by his fame and fortune, or fazed by his fast-lane celebrity lifestyle. She had to be able to keep up, and connect with him personally and professionally. Cait met all my criteria nicely—and brought the sparks into this story!
I hope you enjoy Finn and Cait’s adventure, and that the Marshall brothers have been as much fun for you to read about as they were for me to write.
All my best
Kimberly
About the Author
KIMBERLY LANG hid romance novels behind her textbooks in junior high, and even a Master’s programme in English couldn’t break her obsession with dashing heroes and happily-ever-after. A ballet dancer turned English teacher, Kimberly married an electrical engineer and turned her life into an ongoing episode of When Dilbert Met Frasier. She and her Darling Geek live in beautiful North Alabama, with their one Amazing Child—who, unfortunately, shows an aptitude for sports.
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Redemption of
a Hollywood
Starlet
Kimberly Lang
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Happy first birthday to James,
my gorgeous, brilliant and sweet nephew.
I have every confidence that
you will grow up to be a hero.
CHAPTER ONE
HE’D only been gone for three weeks. When he’d left, everything for this film had been fine and in place, but a mere twenty-one days later he’d returned to find the entire project sliding into hell.
Finn Marshall sat back in his chair in the trailer that served as their temporary offices while they were on location here in Maryland and rubbed a hand over his eyes. He was jetlagged and had hoped to have a couple of hours of sleep before he had to be in D.C. for the fundraiser tonight, but that wasn’t looking to be in his cards. He had to sort out this God-awful mess first, and the more he heard, the less likely it seemed he’d even make it to his brother’s in time to shower first.
Dolby Martin, his partner in Dolfinn Pictures, seemed remarkably upbeat for someone who had just rammed the Titanic into the iceberg. “We’ve been filming for a week now, and we’re almost back on schedule.”
Finn took a deep breath and tried to remember it would do no good at all to punch Dolby in the mouth. “And you saw no reason to tell me any of this while it was unfolding?”
“You needed to concentrate on getting us those permissions to shoot, and really there was nothing you could do from Monaco, anyway.”
“I could have talked Cindy down.”
“After Farrell told her he’d seen better acting in low-budget porn? Sorry, Finn, not even you could have charmed that snake back into the basket.” Dolby shrugged. “Personally, though, I wasn’t sad to see her go. I’ll bet Cindy’s in rehab before the premiere, and would you really want that hanging over the release?”
Dolby had a point, as much as Finn hated to admit it. Cindy had been perfect for the part of Rebecca: the right looks and a strong talent, coupled with a name guaranteed to get attention without overshadowing the leads. She’d sworn that she was clean the day they’d signed the contract, but he’d seen
