by Kim Carmichael
by Kim Carmichael
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Twenty years ago, the movie Hollywood Stardust defined a generation of teens and changed the four actors’ lives forever.
Typecast as the villain both in front and behind the silver screen, Logan Alexander has purposely allowed his star to fade. Now with the 20th Anniversary of the movie on the horizon, he is the only one fit to step into the spotlight, deal with the unwanted publicity, and make sure that things meant to be left on the cutting room floor remain there.
Ivy Vermont has always longed to be a leading lady, yet her paralyzing stage fright has relegated her to stay behind the scenes as a fact checker for Chargge.com’s entertainment webcasts. However, when her one-time poster-boy crush walks in to the studio demanding only she be in charge of his story, she knows she must take advantage of her big break.
Now, Logan tightropes between old loyalties and new love, while Ivy struggles to stay in reality with her ultimate fantasy.
The joy of being Logan Alexander. He had almost forgotten. Since the first day he had stepped into the studio with the other three stars, he had been typecast, but of all the roles, his was the most fun. “Action!” the director with no name called out, and his sassy little reporter found herself with a huge case of stage fright. The introduction music played through the set.
Of course, being Logan Alexander came with its share of crap no one would ever imagine. The side no one knew, and the side he needed to keep on the cutting room floor in order for all of them to live the lifestyle, or appear to live the lifestyle. The godforsaken anniversary of the movie that would never die thrust them all back into the spotlight and him right back into the lead role he never wanted. Over the next few weeks, he would need some distraction to get him through.
However, in less than an hour, he accomplished his goal of distracting everyone away from asking questions he refused to answer. Unfortunately, he managed to paralyze the poor angel who he thrust in the middle of his mess, or maybe it was for the greater good.
The music ended, but she remained motionless, her skin pale, her cheeks glowing brighter than the studio lights.
Good thing for the woman who liked the villain that Logan Alexander would take over, as always. Like it or not, he rescued the world with a sly remark and an insult since he was typecast.
He let out a laugh and grabbed her hand, pulling her toward him and acting like they were in mid conversation. “Yes, I have always lived in Southern California, and to this day, it’s hard to drive down Hollywood Boulevard without having flashbacks. Now, Ivy, you wanted to know what my favorite part of the movie was?” His action received the desired reaction and she looked into his eyes.
“Sure?” Her whisper brushed against his lips.
“Hm.” He paused and toyed with her fingers, not only to keep her mind elsewhere, but more than enjoying her hand in his. “I have to say it’s the scene when we visit my grandparents and she bakes cookies. I remember those were the real deal, fresh out of the oven, because they wanted us to show the joy of a home-baked treat.” The mention of the scene didn’t naturally lead into questions he didn’t want asked.
As if she could see the image in front of her, Ivy smiled.
He started to ask another one of his questions and vomit up another pre-rehearsed answer.
“So, b-b-back on topic, how often do you see your other cast mates?” Still keeping hold of his hand, she sat up. “Are you still friends?”
Well, well, she not only recovered, she got right back on the on-ramp to the questions everyone wanted to ask, shaky voice and all. He had to give it to her for starting with a lead-in question, but the next one would undoubtedly be about Drew, which sped right to everything else.
“Of course we keep in touch.” He offered the most benign answer possible.
“All of you?”
At least the woman stayed focused.
He tilted his head and ran his thumb across the back of her hand, wishing he could explore her smooth skin elsewhere. “I would rather talk about what we are going to do tonight to celebrate the twentieth anniversary of one of your favorite films.” He smiled the same smile he produced the day the talent scout discovered him and called him a natural. Little did he know back then there was no such thing. Her eyes widened and her hand trembled in his. “What’s the worst part of being the bad guy?”
Not expecting her to keep on track, he responded with the first thing to enter his mind. “Do you know that I never get the girl?” Right as the words left his lips, he wanted them back. Of all the subjects, he needed to leave his love life, or lack thereof, out of the conversation.
“Do you ever wish you would have?”
“Oh, tough question.” Again, she surprised him by pressing forward instead of asking if he were attached at the moment, or ever, but he needed a second to reformulate his plan. “What if I tell you after we look at a clip?”
They both stopped and stared into each other’s eyes. If they weren’t surrounded by a multitude of people and their relationship was more than an hour old, it would be the perfect time for a kiss. He bet her lips tasted sweet with a bit of tang, and was thankful no one put any of that horrendous gloss on them.
“You have ninety seconds and people are online commenting already,” the director announced. “Ivy, maybe you should introduce our guest?” “Oh, man.” She shut her eyes for a moment, pressing her free hand to her chest.
Logan knew he played dirty, but even with her stage fright, she threw plenty of mud of her own. In fact, he just managed to avoid the splatter. “You’re fine.” All women loved the bad boy, even if art imitated life and he never got one long term. No matter, there was always another one, but not many quite like the sultry vine that made up Miss Details. “Take your time and remember to breathe.”
When he had arrived at the studio, he’d heard her defend him, and upon entering the room, it had pleased him to find her appearance matched her voice. Dark hair that glowed with a tint of red under the lights framed her face and highlighted her huge gray eyes and perky lips. The second he had seen her, he’d almost expected a cartoon bird to appear and eat out of her hand while she waved her magic wand of facts as her weapon and won.
“Thank you, Mr. Alexander.” She opened her eyes.
“Logan.” He leaned in even closer, wanting to remind her of the name she would be screaming out tonight in ecstasy. “Keep your eyes on mine, and don’t forget to ask me about the new DVD set we still have to sell.” Or more accurately, get her to a different line of questioning.
“Okay, we’re coming back in five, four, three, two, one.”
“Now.” He squeezed her hand.
“I’m in the middle with my conversation with Logan Alexander, one of the stars of Hollywood Stardust.” She nodded. “So, Mr. Alexander, can you give us any sneak peeks to what we can look forward to with the movie’s rerelease for the twentieth anniversary?”
His tactic worked and he exhaled. Better yet, the woman took direction, a fact he wouldn’t forget between the sheets. “Was there anything you were hoping for?”
She glanced up at him through her lashes. “How about a little secret?” Something about her seemed as if she were out of a different time or place, and it wasn’t only her chic vintage clothing. He almost wanted to invent a little nugget of juicy gossip to please her, but he would please her plenty later. “I know the DVD package will include the director’s cut with some deleted scenes, but I’ll have to check about any secrets.” “Maybe you could tell us some secret we don’t already know.” She licked her lips.
If he answered honestly, he would tell her he never had seen the movie all the way through, but Logan Alexander wasn’t about honesty, he was about illusion. “The car in the film is actually mine, and the day after we wrapped shooting, I got a ticket.”
“Were you speeding?” She let out a little giggle.
He nodded. “Always.”
The director approached the set and held up one finger.
“Before we have to say good-bye, are you going to tell me if you wish you would have gotten the girl?”
Sharp. She got back on point and that made her even more alluring.
“Maybe I never found the right girl to get.”
At last, she graced him with a smile. “Well, I know we didn’t get to spend much time with you today, but we will definitely have some follow-up stories online. I want to thank you for taking the time to talk to me this afternoon.”
“My pleasure.” Using his character’s signature move from the film, he turned his head and pointed to his cheek. Perhaps he needed to act like his character and turn his head and have her kiss land on his lips, but maybe such a move wasn’t Internet-show appropriate.
She gave him a slight shake of her head, but finally leaned in and pecked his cheek. “I still have more questions.”
At her whisper in his ear, he shuddered. “Sorry, time’s up.” “Cut!” The director came forward. “That was sort of different, but on the bright side, you didn’t lose your lunch.”
“You have to give me more. I barely got anything.” She pulled back.
“You know everything I’m going to put on the record. After all, you studied me. You can fill in. I’ll never tell.” He kept hold of her hand. “However, tonight you will get everything you want, so no pouting.” She swiped her hand away and stood, but he wasn’t sure if this was where the scene should end. Yes, she would make the perfect distraction.
★✩★✩★ 5 – Brat Pack Flashbacks – Stars ★✩★✩★
~this review may contain minor spoilers~
“I'll do it. I will interview Logan Alexander.”
Part of her expected a spotlight to shine down on her signifying her strength of conviction. The other part was thrilled she didn't live in a world where spotlights randomly illuminated at key life changing moments. She would end up living in the bathroom with the lights off, shaking.
Hollywood Stardust was a teen sensation. It defined it's generation, impacted millions, will always live in the hearts of all who saw it and ultimately left a trail of scandal in it's wake forever changing the lives of the four young actors who stared in it.
Twenty years later with the movies anniversary looming, Logan Alexander who has been typecast as the villain both on and off the screen and has intentionally kept himself out of the spotlight for years, is being brought front and center. As the only cast member fit to go public in regards to anything Hollywood Stardust, he will be the mouthpiece for the anniversary story being done by Chargge.com but he has some stipulations...
Ivy Vermont comes from Hollywood royalty. Since her famous grandfather, everyone in her family has been seen on a stage of some form or another but Ivy's crippling stage fright has her playing fact checker for Chargge.com's web casts. When her teen crush comes strutting through the studio doors demanding that she be the one to handle anything related to the anniversary special, it's a dream come true and a nightmare all at once. Can she overcome her paralyzing fear for the chance to work with the man who's posters graced her walls as a teen? Will she uncover the truth behind the scandal's that followed her crush for the last twenty years, even with the man himself determined to keep the on & off-set secrets buried? Is he really the villain he is made out to be or is there more hidden behind the walls he keeps between himself and the outside world? Will she be able to save her heart from being crushed under the heels of her walking fantasy when he drives away at the end of it all or will they both find more than they bargained for?
“No matter what happens, let me make something perfectly clear. I know you and your idiot boss thought you were speaking some secret language before, but I deciphered very well. I don't care what you think you'll be getting, I will set up all the interviews and I will control everything, so don't think you'll be getting some big scoop. I hold the spoon and I do the feeding.”
This book had me screaming BRAT PACK REUNION in the back of my head for most of the book and honestly that was one of my favorite things about it. It was like a 'VH1 Where are they now?' special with the added bonus of a wicked romance thrown in and I loved every damn minute of it. Logan spent most of the book hiding things from Ivy, doing his level best to live up to his villain status but realizing that may not be what he wants. For the first time he meets a woman who may have idolized him as a teenager, but sees him as more than his big screen character. It scares the hell outta him and causes him to do some stupid crap, but he doesn't want to let it go. Ivy was an amazing and unique character. Beautiful, smart, funny, strong – yes she had some girly fall at his feet moments, but come on!! It was Logan Freaking Alexander!! If I found myself face to face with Jordan Knight or Luke Perry, even after twenty years, I wouldn't be able to handle myself anywhere near as well as she did – I would gladly let them walk all over me – but she doesn't, and I loved that about her. There is plenty of drama, lots of scream your head off moments, chemistry that will melt your heart and steam that burns up the pages. A beautiful, hard earned ending with a final twist worthy of any teen drama. I just loved it. All of it. Now I'm very much looking forward to more. Especially from Ryder and Drew. Erin I'm still on the fence about. I didn't exactly like her character, but there is definitely a lot hidden there that will more than likely change my mind. In the end, this book appealed to me on so many different levels it's hard to find them all. The romance was sweet, sexy and heartbreaking at times. Hollywood Stardust feed into my 80's brat pack addiction. The character’s were all amazing and each burrowed their way into my heart for many different reasons. Giselle and Wilson were fabulous additions. Surprisingly, this is the first book I have read by Ms. Kim Carmichael but I can tell you it WILL NOT be the last.
“I am a star with you, and that's all that matters.”
Love, desire and the need to be with her drowned out everything else. Erin, Ryder, even his past didn't matter with Ivy. When she looked at him, she only saw the mislabeled villain, the proverbial bad guy with a heart of gold, and he never wanted that to change.
Kim Carmichael began writing eight years ago when her need for graphic sex scenes and love of happy endings inspired her to create her own. She has a weakness for bad boys and techno geeks, and married her own computer whiz after he proved he could keep her all her gadgets running. When not writing, she can usually be found slathered in sunscreen trolling Los Angeles and helping top doctors build their practices.
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