Sultry Escapes. Leslie Kelly

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      To Julie Thank you so much for helping me figure out how to make this story work.

      You really pulled me out of the fire.

Prologue

      The Hollywood Tattler- Superstar No Longer A Bachelor?

      Pay attention, ladies, it looks like Thomas Shane, hottest young leading man to come out of Sundance, might be ready to trade in his bachelor digs for a cozy cottage for two. The handsome actor, who set female hearts throbbing in his very first picture, is reportedly in the market for a home in the Laguna Beach area.

      Shane, who is rumored to be starring in the next big superhero reboot, has been notoriously picky about his lady friends. But he was recently seen house shopping with a hot brunette who, sources say, was the costume designer on his last film.

      If it’s true that Thomas Shane is leaving the realm of available men, hearts are breaking all over the world.

      Don’t go, Shane! Don’t go!

1

      “WAIT, YOU’RE ASKING me to marry you?”

      Her mouth open, Candace Reid stared into the beautiful, sky-blue eyes that were the dominant feature of the most perfect male face she had ever seen. Thomas Shane, handsomest man on the planet, hottest young up-and-comer in Hollywood, subject of fantasies and object of obsessions, had just said the words every other woman in America would kill to hear from his lips. And he didn’t appear to be joking.

      “Yes, I am. Marry me, Candace. Say yes.”

      “But…but…you’re a movie star.”

      “So what? You’re a movie costumer.”

      She grunted. That so didn’t count. Her check on their last film was smaller than his by at least four zeroes.

      “We’ve known each other since kindergarten.”

      “Nursery school. Say yes and I will at last forgive you for stealing my Fruit Roll-Ups during nap time the day we met.”

      She growled. She hadn’t taken the damn Fruit Roll-Ups. “That was Joey Winpigler…don’t you remember his green teeth?”

      “That kid’s teeth were always green.”

      She groaned, realizing they were getting off topic—off this insane topic. “I can’t marry you…you’re my best friend.”

      “And you’re mine. That’s why it’s so perfect.”

      Throwing her arms up in frustration, she exclaimed, “But, Tommy, you’re gay!”

      He waved an unconcerned hand. “Oh, that.”

      “Yeah. That.”

      “It’s really no big deal.”

      “I disagree. I don’t have a penis, and they’re right up there with raindrops on roses and whiskers on kittens for you.”

      “Well, I’ll admit they are among my fav-o-rite things.”

      Of course Tommy would get the show-tune quip—he’d starred in every musical in their high school and could tapdance his way around a chorus line of Rockettes. Not that anyone who had seen him in his last film, taking out an entire terrorist camp single-handedly, would believe that.

      “But really, penises schmenises, most men are jerks,” he insisted. “I adore women.”

      “Not sexually.”

      He plopped down beside her on the buttery-soft leather sofa in the living room of his Malibu condo. “Sex isn’t everything.”

      “Yeah, right.” For him maybe it wasn’t, since his career was his entire focus right now. But for Candace, who liked sex a lot, even if she seldom got it, it was kind of a biggie.

      “I think maybe I’ll just be asexual from now on.”

      She snorted and rolled her eyes.

      “What? I can love from afar. It’ll be all tragic and shit.”

      “Like the mad crush you had on that guy who played your grandfather in your second film?”

      He pursed his lips, looking prim. “Every serious actor has a crush on Sir Anthony Hopkins. He’s a God.”

      “But not every serious actor goes trolling for a little strange cock when he’s out of town, away from the cameras.”

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