Author: Jane Harvey-Berrick
Published by Self-Published
Release Date January 14, 2014
Genres: Contemporary Romance
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Miles Stephens is a young actor from London. Out of work, unemployable, and fired from his last job, he unexpectedly gets the chance to star in a big-time Hollywood movie.
The film is a great success, propelling him to worldwide fame – but when the dream doesn’t match the reality, he turns to Clare, lifelong friend and girl next door.
Clare knows two important facts:
- When you break chocolate, the calories fall out…
- And that she’s totally in love with clueless Miles.
Over 100,000 words of love and laughter, tears and tantrums – from London to Hollywood, and back again…
“authentically portrays the heartache that comes along with the glamor of being a celebrity”
“What’s an infrared fat wrap?” I wondered, out loud.
Honey, Personal Assistant, sighed theatrically, then winked. “Watch and learn, grasshopper.”
“Yes, Honey Scholes calling on behalf of my client Miles Stephens. No, you will not put me on hold—I want to speak to Wendy immediately about the Dazzled premiere, so you will not make me look an asshole, got that?”
She was put through instantly.
After a quick word of explanation to Wendy, she passed me the phone.
“Yeah, hi Wendy. I need an evening dress for the premiere, well, not for me, for a friend. You met her that first time … I … um…”
Don’t remind her of that, you dick!
“Ah, the young lady who was with you? The British girl?”
“Yeah, yeah, my friend Clare.”
“And what size is your friend?”
“Fu … I mean, I’m not really sure … uh, a British size 14 I’d guess. I don’t know what that is in American…” I glanced desperately at Honey.
“Ten to 12,” she whispered.
“Yeah, um, ten to 12.”
“I see. Yes, well, it’s rather short notice for such an unusually large sizing, but I’m sure Miss Da Silva can accommodate your request. There’s an Alexander McQueen that might do?”
“Yeah, whatever you think. Just not yellow—she’ll look like Big Bird.”
Oh, shit! I’d spoken without connecting my mouth to my brain. Thankfully, Wendy just coughed to cover up her laughter.
“Of course, Mr. Stephens. Not yellow.”
“Great, thanks. Um, do I need to come and pick it up or…?”
Honey rolled her eyes at me.
“No, Mr. Stephens,” Wendy answered, patiently. “We’ll send it with a couple of alternatives. Do you need one of our dressers, too? If you could let me know the name of your friend’s hotel?”
“No, I mean, she’s staying at my place. I can help her dress. I mean, um…”
There was a long pause and I cringed, realizing how that sounded. But Wendy was too professional to comment.
When we finished, I handed the phone back to Honey and dropped my head into my hands.
“I really suck at this.”
She patted my shoulder sympathetically.
“It gets easier, Miles, but this brand of crazy isn’t for everyone.”