Are you ready for a different kind of love story?
Meet Michael & Laine in this Hollywood themed second chance romance by CD Reiss!
4.5 “O and W” Stars
I will never tire of CD's writing. I must have highlighted more than two thirds of this book with its poetic and illustrative words that just brought this story to three dimensional life!! Her words evoke emotions in me and awaken my senses. I felt like I was the voyeur, the "pap" capturing every detail of this original, gritty and poignant tale.
This was a departure from Christine’s other fantastic works -- a contemporary romance about star-crossed lovers that get a do-over. These two: Laine and Michael, could not be any more different than the dichotomy of a city, such as L.A., where this story takes place. Los Angeles is just as much a character as any other in this tale.
Laine is a foster child, having been discarded and unloved most of her life. She meets Michael in high school and their brief encounter has a lasting impact on both their lives. Michael is a rich kid turn movie-star, Hollywood's Golden Boy with two celebrity parents.
“This is the story of one celebrity, and as much as the city, he is mine.”
“I’m a paparazzi. He’s a movie star. You see why this could never work.”
LAINE CARTWRIGHT – “I was too much of a hustler for most men. I ran too fact, broke too many rules, and stayed on the right side of the law by too thin a margin.”
MICHAEL GREYDON – “Stunning. Captivating.Catching the world, and me in the tractor beam of his personality.”
“His eyes were dirty thoughts, and his lips curved into a breach of etiquette.”
“And it all had started with Michael Greydon’s fingers in mine. He did have an effect on me. That son of a bitch. He let me hope. He let me think I’d be something I wasn’t.”
It's not insta-love with Laine and Michael but something that has slowly simmered over time, most of which they spent apart. But those moments together in high school were lastly and meaningful. When it ended, the consequence was dire for one and numbing for the other.
Their reconnecting brings them back to life but also harshly shines the light on the past, on dirty, dark secrets and on just how different they are.
“How could a person stand up under the weight of such kindness? Especially knowing we couldn't last? That he was the opposite side of my coin, always parallel, never meeting but by some chance bending of the universe?”
“I wanted a man who’d climb fences with me. Trespass. Steal from the rich and give to the poor. I had a fantasy of a man who got arrested with me, pleaded innocent, and kissed me on the precinct steps when we made bail.”
CD creates two very complicated and endearing MCs. Both trapped under who they think they are or who they are supposed to be and each struggles to fix things or do no further harm.
“I want you to trust me,” he said into my cheek. “I do, and it scares the hell out of me.”
“Laine, the next time I see you…I’m taking you. I mean it. And then that’s it. You’re mine. I’m not kidding.”
“I want you. I care about you. You give me something I’ve never had before. You’re a devil in high heels, but you…God, I want you. You. Your body, yes, but everything else too.”
I highly recommend this book! If you're a fan of CD Reiss or love an original, moving contemporary romance, you should read this book.
I stroked his hair, waist deep in peace, all worry gone for the moment, and floating in no more than an ocean of gratitude. I must have been more vulnerable than I realized, or he’d reopened some wound with his kindness, because though my sweet reverie stayed, as the minutes passed, a layer of need fitted itself on top of it.
I needed to tell him, if not the details, the outlines of who I was.
“I want you to know,” I whispered, starting somewhere small, then everything I didn’t want to say spilled out. “I have stuff. I’ve never been to jail, but you know, it’s stuff, and it’s ugly, and it scares me. Because, I mean, you’re so perfect, and I’m… I’m just a mess. I’m not whole. I’m a bunch of pieces of a person I cobbled together.” My eyes got wet when I thought of the comparisons between us and that picture in my silverware drawer. “So if you have to move on when you realize that, I’ll understand. You have an image, and if anyone understands protecting a career, it’s me. I mean, I’ll be mad, don’t get that wrong, but also.” I swallowed and blinked, shifting my head so he wouldn’t feel the tear on his forehead. “I won’t blame you.”
I waited for an answer. Anything. A change in position or a word on any subject. The weather. Sports. Something. But all he did was breathe.
I smiled so wide, tears fell into my mouth. He was sleeping.
Born in New York City, she moved to Hollywood, California to get her master’s degree in screenwriting from USC. In case you want to know, that went nowhere, but it did embed TV story structure in her head well enough for her to take a big risk on a TV series structured erotic series called Songs of Submission. It’s about a kinky billionaire hung up on his ex-wife, an ingenue singer with a wisecracking mouth; art, music and sin in the city of Los Angeles.
Critics have dubbed the books “poetic,” “literary,” and “hauntingly atmospheric,” which is flattering enough for her to put it in a bio, but embarrassing enough for her not to tell her husband, or he might think she’s some sort of braggart who’s too good to give the toilets a once-over every couple of weeks or chop a cord of wood.
If you meet her in person, you should call her Christine.
NOTE FROM AUTHOR
I am so happy with the response to Shuttergirl, and I cannot wait to send Michael and Laine out into the world, because who doesn’t swoon over a second chance at love?
It’s a new genre for me, and I’m exploding with excitement, so I’ve dropped some fantastic reasons for readers to get the book right away.
TREAT YOURSELF LIKE A MOVIE STAR!
$500 Spa Gift Card
If you could get an hour, or ten away from the daily grind of paparazzi and interviews (or the job and kids), what would you do?
Get a foot rub/slash/pedicure? A massage? Maybe something called a Sleep Treatment that right now sounds better than sex?
Maybe you’d bring a friend or two, or maybe you’d just get a manipedi when you wanted one. Because the life of a megastar ain’t for the weak-willed or lazy, and running from paparazzi can really wear down a girl’s nails.
Woodhouse Spas are no joke. They’re all over the country and they’re….sigh. Fabulous. But if you don’t live near one we can do Burke Williams, Halcyon Days or Red Door.
- HOW TO ENTER
- Take the fun SHUTTERGIRL READER QUIZ!
- The link to the quiz is in the back of the book, and yes, that’s the ONLY place to find it! There are bonus questions relating to Jonathan and Antonio for extra prizes. You have until June 3rd to enter! That gives you a solid two weeks to read the book and get your chance at a $500 movie star spa treatment!
- If you are a paperback reader, email me and we’ll work it out.