Blog Tour Review and Giveaway: Star Struck by Laurelin Paige

 

Title: Star Struck
Series: Lights, Camera Companion
Author: Laurelin Paige
Publisher: Samhain
Publication Date: June 17, 2014

 

Lights, Camera, Book 2

Hollywood actress Heather Wainwright was looking forward to a long, relaxing break before starting her next shoot. Except her assistant volunteered her for L.A.’s annual 24 Hour Plays.

Nervous about doing a good job for such a worthy charity, Heather falls back on “diva” mode, a defense mechanism that always carries her through. Until she encounters something that really gets on her nerves—a lowly carpenter whose Norse god eyes pierce right through her.

Highly sought-after production designer Seth Rafferty has little patience for A-listers with superior attitudes, which is why his attraction to Heather is absurd. Yet, sensing vulnerability beneath her screen-queen act, he lets her assumptions play out.

After the wrap party, Heather awakens with little memory of the night before—except that Seth gave her the best orgasm of her life, then disappeared. When he shows up on the set of her next movie, she winds up to give him a piece of her mind…and Seth shows her just how stinging hot “chemistry” can get.

Warning: Contains an outwardly snobby actress with a good heart, a delicious carpenter with a power drill, some much-deserved spanking, and an appropriately consensual—if tipsy—orgasm, as well as sex at an inappropriate time of the month.

  

The entire back counter had an array of tools—hammers, saws, screwdrivers, and tools she didn’t know the name of. This was where Seth would be constructing the set pieces. These must be his tools. He’d touched these tools, used them.

She put her hand out and brushed the items as she walked along the counter, enjoying the rush that came from knowing they belonged to the sexy carpenter. Images of him using them filled her mind, turning her entire body to warm mush.

She let her hand settle on an electric drill. It felt strange in her grasp, not an item she’d ever find herself in contact with. She wasn’t even sure she knew how to use one. It was perfect—an unexpected prop and one that a writer could have a lot of fun with.

But she couldn’t take it…could she?

She heard voices from the stage and could tell the group was gathering. The intros were about to start. She had no time. She glanced around to see if she had any other options and spotted an older, more worn drill on the counter. Black sharpie marked it as “Property of Broad Stage”. This drill was better. Bigger and more awkward, but she’d feel less guilty about borrowing it. Without another thought, she picked up the old drill and began wrapping the cord around its body.

“Did you get lost?”

She spun around at the sound of the familiar voice—the voice that made her slippery in her silk panties—and clutched the drill behind her back.

Seth stood in the doorway, one arm propped against the frame, his blue eyes freezing her to her spot. He wore a plain burgundy T-shirt and carpenter jeans.  She hadn’t imagined the intensity of her attraction to him—it was real. Just looking at him now made her chest tight and her lungs struggle for air.

Realizing he’d nearly caught her in the act of “borrowing” a tool, she threw her shoulders back and put on her best innocent look. “No, I was…just…trying to find some place I could be alone.” She could feel her eyelashes fluttering as she spoke, as if they had a mind of their own. Whether they were trying to hide her guilt or flirting, she wasn’t sure.

God, she was pathetic.

Seth narrowed his eyes and approached her with long slow steps, each making her heart beat faster. “There are lots of places in the theater to be alone. This isn’t one of them.”

It certainly wasn’t. Though she was alone with him. His words pretty much acknowledging that fact made her lightheaded.

He kept coming toward her until he was right beside her. “Aren’t you supposed to be at the cast Meet and Greet?”

“Aren’t you supposed to be there?”

“I’ll get there eventually.” He leaned against the counter and gestured at her with a nod. “Whatcha got behind your back?”

His scent, a mixture of soap and sweat and cedar, wafted from his skin, making her weak in the knees. “Nothing.” Yeah, that didn’t sound childish. “I mean, none of your business.” Oh, much better.

Why did speaking to Seth always get her so flustered? He wasn’t supposed to talk to her, anyway. It was a rule all the crew was given—only talk to the actors when necessary for the show. That was the assurance given to protect the stars’ privacy. She clutched onto that rule now like a life vest. “You aren’t supposed to talk to me.”

“Whoops.”

Obviously, Seth didn’t care too much about following rules.

And if he was going to be that way, she wasn’t going to feel bad about borrowing a drill. She just had to figure how to get out of there with it. Glancing around, she spotted another exit just behind her. If she walked backwards, she could make it to that door without him spotting the drill. She had to try.

“Well, since I’m essential out there, I better go.” She took one cautious step away from him.

“You mean as opposed to me being unessential.”

She hadn’t meant for that to sound so snotty. “No.” But it was true. The Meet and Greet was about the actors. The set was completely unnecessary. “Well, yes. But…”

“Don’t fret it, princess. I knew what you meant.”

His tone reaffirmed that he’d already made up his mind about her. He thought she was stuck-up, and wasn’t she? But he didn’t have to parade his disgust for her. “Whatever.”

She took another couple of steps backward, but the cord slipped from where she’d wrapped it around the drill. Before she realized it, the heel of her sandal caught on it, throwing her off balance. She cast out her arms, trying to stop her momentum, but she only managed to postpone the inevitable fall.

Thankfully her plummet was stopped by strong, fast arms that circled around her waist in a firm grasp.

“Whoa.” Seth held her, his face inches from hers, concern in his eyes mixed with something else. Desire? “You okay?”

She stared into his face, at his lips so close she could kiss them if she lifted her head. She wanted to lift her head. So bad. “I’m okay.” Her voice was a whisper. “I just tripped.”

His eyes scanned her face, lingering on her mouth. Then moved lower to her breast line. She felt her skin warm and redden under his gaze. When his stare found its way back to hers, he unwrapped an arm from her waist and brought it between them.

She tensed, waiting for his touch. Longing for his touch. Would his hand trail up her arm? Or caress her cheek? Or, though highly inappropriate, brush her breast? She let out a shaky breath at the thought.

But the touch she longed for didn’t come in any form. Instead, he pulled the tool she still clutched from her grasp and curled his lip. “If you needed a drill, princess, all you had to do was ask.”

Disappointed and embarrassed, she pushed out of his arms. “Don’t call me that.”

“Do you need a screw as well?”

“Stop it, okay.” It surprised her how near tears she was. “I needed a prop. Are you happy? I knocked over my purse in the car and my handcuffs must have fallen out and my assistant is clear out in Bel Air picking up my birth control and she won’t be back in time for the Meet and Greet, even if I manage to go last and I was desperate so I came in here to look for something I could use and this was the first thing I found.” Her words tumbled out in a rush.

He chuckled in a way that both irritated and excited her. “Handcuffs? Birth control?”

Her face warmed from equal parts frustration and humiliation. “Can I just…can I use it?”

“Can you use what?”

“The drill, Seth.”

“Of course. I told you all you had to do was ask.” His eyes sparkled with amusement. “But here—” He exchanged the theater’s drill for his own still on the counter. “Take mine instead. No one will know who it really belonged to or that you came unprepared. Now, wasn’t it a good thing that I was around?”

He held out the drill to her and she took it, brushing his fingertips as she did. The touch shot a surge of electricity through her body. Still, she said, “This doesn’t make us friends.”

His hand sprang out and grabbed her arm just below her elbow. “Do you really think I want to be friends?”

Confused by the roughness of the action and the delight of his fingers on her bare skin, she didn’t know if she should pull away or lean in farther. “I…I don’t know what you want,” she managed to stammer, realizing she didn’t know what she wanted either.

His grasp softened slightly and he drew her closer. For the second time that night, she thought—no, wished—he would kiss her. Instead, when his head bent toward her, it stopped near her ear. “Isn’t it too bad that you won’t let yourself find out?”

His husky whisper sent a serious shiver through her body. For one minute she believed she could let herself find out. That she could forget her past and everything that Seth represented to her. That she could fall into his arms and let his mouth and body erase every bad memory and association she had with people who performed manual labor for a living.

But she’d spent too many years believing just the opposite. The walls she’d have to break down to let someone like Seth in were pretty sturdy.

When she spoke, her voice didn’t sound like her own. The tone was meek and unsure and breathy. “I have to go.”

“Yes, you do.”

He released her and she turned and walked away on unsteady legs. And just like when she’d left her trailer house at sixteen, she didn’t look back.

He was like her past. She didn’t need him. She didn’t want him.

This time, though, the effort to not look was excruciating.

 

Five Stars to Star Struck by Laurelin Paige!!!

 I have been a fan of Laurelin Paige's work for a while now, having read her Fixed Series and Star Struck did not disappoint!  I read the book in one sitting as I couldn't stop without knowing what happened with Seth & Heather.

Heather Wainwright is an famous actress who hides from her past, and doesn't trust many people.  From the very first pages of the story, the reader can see that although she is dubbed a "diva" by the tabloids, she is anything but, in fact she is pretty insecure.  Heather doesn't like to be alone and she doesn't reveal too much about herself, letting people, especially fellow actors/actresses and the press make assumptions that are not always 100% truthful.  She does however care about her status, how she is seen in the hierarchy of Hollywood, and that includes who she dates, that is until Seth comes into the picture.  The attraction that they have for each other is pretty powerful from the first uttered words, until Heather assumes, and wrongfully so, that he is a set carpenter.

Seth has a past that is almost identical to Heather's.  Growing up in the bad part of town, with parents who weren't the best of role models and struggling to make ends meet, he turned to carpentry as a way to channel his anger at a young age.  He always had an obsession with moves, and he started off his career in Hollywood at the very bottom and worked his way up to being the Production Designer, a prestigious position.  He decides to keep the truth about his career a secret from Heather, because after a bad ending to a previous relationship, he wants her to like him for what's inside, not what he does for a living.

The story unfolds as a series of pushes and pulls, Heather wants Seth like she has never wanted another man but when he is standing there before her, usually with the words "all you have to do is ask" she pulls him in but quickly pushes him away, avoiding him for extended periods of time.  She struggles with her feelings for him, mostly because of the difference she believes is between them due to their professional status.  The feelings that Seth has for Heather are just as powerful and he goes out of his way on more then one occasion to try and show her that.  Heather holds back from completely being with Seth because of her past, until the day that Seth arranges their first official date.  After hearing the story of Seth's childhood and how he accepts it as part of who he is and used it to become what he wanted to be, Heather realizes that she needs to let go of the insecurities of her past as well, so that she can love herself and in turn express the love that she knows she has for Seth.

I highly recommend this book to all to read, I turned every page wondering what would happen next, would Heather ever find out what Seth's profession before he told her? Would she finally reveal her past to her fans?  Would Heather and Seth be together out in the open?

Starstruck was another great book in the Lights, Camera series.  I would give it a 5 star!  Laurelin Paige really knows how to tell an awesome story.  This is apart of a series but can be read as a standalone but I would suggest reading the first bookTake Two which was another 5 star read Heather is introduced in the first book but doesn't play a huge roll but never the less it will set you up to get to know a little bit more about her.  Starstruck is told in a dual POV.  I hope to get more from this series because its not only great writing but she knows how to write some steamy stories!

Heather and Seth meet at an event that is being thrown that Heather attends every year because it is her way at giving back to the community.  She is a famous actor and was actually asked to host this years event.  When she meets the mysterious Seth she instantly feels a connection, oh and maybe some hotness in places that she hasn't felt in a while.   Seth too feels this connection but when he is introduced as the man building the stage props and doing the carpentry work suddenly he finds that Heather is looking down on him and not flirting anymore.  Will this connection they feel heat up or simmer down because of Seth's not so famous status?  Can Heather let go of her snobby ways to see that maybe this man is someone she can truly loose herself in?  Of course there are more obstacles and shady past secrets that will stand in the way, and Heather's status too may be a problem... but can they work through it and find a way to be together? 

Pick up this book it will melt your panties and your hearts.  I absolutely loved Seth's character and would let him be my carpenter any day!!!!!   Thanks for another great read and I have become a huge fan..can't wait for more and hopefully soon!  

Heather- God, he was gorgeous.

Not pretty-boy-leading-actor gorgeous like the men she worked with, but rough-rugged-muscular-man gorgeous.  His dark blond hair fell high on his forehead, giving the perfect view into his bright blue eyes that twinkled in the low light of the room.  She guessed he was her age-- her real age of thirty-three, not the twenty-nine all her online bios stated.  But then he smiled and the creases at the edges of his eyes suggested he might be older, or that he had spent a lot of time smiling.  Either way, the laugh lines made him all the more handsome.  

And through all their time together-- through every shared shower and lunchtime delight-- Seth's word had clung to her.  Loved.  She wanted to be loved.  It wasn't untrue-- in fact, it was maybe the truest thing anyone had ever said about her.

Seth- And oh, what he'd do to her--for her-- if he was in charge of her.  His pants had tightened at the thought.  It wasn't just a sexual attraction.  He'd also enjoyed the conversation, even though they hadn't talked about anything import or of consequence.  There was something in her easy tone that made him feel like he could keep talking to her forever.  About nothing.  And he could certainly keep looking in the deep chocolate pools of her eyes forever.  Prepared for her or not, Seth Rafferty was star struck.

"Funny thing was, this woman, this SASSY LITTLE DIVA--- it really bothered me that she hated my idea"

Laurelin Paige is the NY Times and USA Today Bestselling Author of the Fixed Trilogy. She's a sucker for a good romance and gets giddy anytime there's kissing, much to the embarrassment of her three daughters. Her husband doesn't seem to complain, however. When she isn't reading or writing sexy stories, she's probably singing, watching Mad Men and the Walking Dead, or dreaming of Adam Levine.

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