Title: Falling For Rome
(Star Studded Book 1)
Author: Gillian Archer
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Release Date: February 10, 2022
Hollywood’s hottest actor is off the market! Who’s the mystery woman that caught his eye…and his heart?
Rome: My brother’s whole world imploded this week, and the media coverage is relentless. My assistant has come up with the perfect plan to take the attention off him and put it on me. Who doesn’t love a love story? Now let’s see if what’s-her-name wants to make some money and industry connections. It’s a win-win.
Sophia: The whole world knows who the Grier brothers are. The sexy Hollywood actors are on every woman’s wish list—and if I’m honest, mine too. But then I met Roman Grier and totally embarrassed myself. At least I’ll never see him again.
Only now he’s pursuing me. Well, kinda. He is promising me the world. Literally. I’ve always wanted to be a screenwriter, and he’s got the connections to get me through the door—if I pretend to date him and lie to everyone. It’s only a few months, and it’s not like I’m going to fall for Roman Grier for real…
I sighed. “If we want this to be believable, we need to practice some stuff. Putting my arm around you so you don’t jump. You have to get used to me being in your space. And that goes for kissing too.”
Her eyes grew wider.
Was I making it better? I couldn’t tell. But I pushed through. “We need to practice so when the paps get pictures of those ‘stolen moments’ they look authentic. I’ve done enough rom-coms to know you can’t trust chemistry will happen. And as we’ve established, you aren’t an actor, so we gotta practice.”
Sophia finally blinked before shaking her head. I caught the tail end of something about a dream and pinching she’d muttered under her breath.
I just laughed. “It won’t be that bad. I promise.”
Sophia turned in her seat to face me, her head cocked in a challenging tilt. “No, I understand. And you’re right. We should practice.”
Despite her bravado, her voice trembled.
“I promise to make this as painless as possible,” I whispered as I leaned into her.
“You’ve been doing it all wrong if your kisses are painful,” she whispered back.
“And here I thought you were a masochist.” Whatever she was going to retort was lost as I finally kissed her.
Her lips were soft, supple, and tasted faintly of sugary sweetness. It was a nice change from all my costars and their waxy lipstick. But Sophia was all rigid and tense next to me. I kissed her for another second before pulling back.
“Did that hurt?” I whispered with a smile as I brushed a hand over her cheek and cupped her face. Despite everything I’d told myself, this didn’t feel like business or as impersonal as choreographing a love scene on set.
“Uh, what? No.”
“Guess you’re right then. Good kisses don’t hurt.”
Then I kissed her again.
This time Sophia swayed toward me, her arms coming around me. I took the kiss deeper, learning what made Sophia gasp and what made her dig her fingers into my hair. It didn’t take long to forget why we were kissing or where we were.
“Eep!” Jennifer’s voice came from the other side of the room. “I’m so sorry.”
I broke our kiss and turned toward our server, keeping Sophia close to my side.
Jennifer stood in the doorway, trying to jerk the curtain closed but it tangled in the collapsible stand she held in her other hand. The whole restaurant opened to us. And sure enough, I spotted more than one phone pointed our way. “It’s not a problem.”
“Oh no. It’s fine. You’re fine.” But her eyes were wide as she finally got the curtain closed behind her. She stood on our side of the curtain, staring at us.
“Are those our apps?” I tipped my head toward the tray in her other hand.
“Oh, yes. Sorry.” Jennifer jerked into motion. She whipped the stand out, set the tray down, and placed our plates onto the table with a quick explanation of what each was. Then she all but fled the room, leaving the stand and tray behind.
“Well that was—”
“Awkward?” Sophia’s giggles cut me off. “Oh my gosh. Did you see her face? She was totally shocked. I guess our chemistry is believable.”
GILLIAN ARCHER has a bachelor’s degree in mining engineering but prefers to spend her time on happily ever after. She writes the kind of stories she loves to read—the hotter the better! When she’s not pounding away on the keyboard, she can be found chasing her little girl, or surfing the couch while indulging in her latest reality TV fixation, or reading awesome romance ebooks by her favorite authors. Gillian Archer lives in the wilds of Nevada with her amazing husband, gorgeous little girl, and goofy dog.