{"id":21519,"date":"2017-05-04T08:00:36","date_gmt":"2017-05-04T12:00:36","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.escapistbookblog.com\/?p=21519"},"modified":"2017-05-04T08:50:07","modified_gmt":"2017-05-04T12:50:07","slug":"excerpt-bombshell-the-hollywood-a-list-1-by-c-d-reiss","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.escapistbookblog.com\/?p=21519","title":{"rendered":"Excerpt: Bombshell (The Hollywood A-List, #1) by C.D. Reiss"},"content":{"rendered":"

Bombshell, an all-new sexy and swoony standalone from CD Reiss is available now!<\/strong><\/h3>\n

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Read Today!<\/strong><\/h4>\n

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Synopsis<\/strong><\/h4>\n

Hollywood bad boy Brad Sinclair always gets his way, whether it\u2019s the role he wants or the bikini-clad model he has to have. But when a bombshell gets dropped in his lap in the form of a dimpled five-year- old from a forgotten relationship, he knows his life is about to change forever.<\/p>\n

Cara DuMont isn\u2019t exactly thrilled when she gets assigned to be the nanny for the latest box-office king. She has one rule: no celebrity fathers, especially single ones with devilish good looks and rock-hard abs.<\/p>\n

But as soon as Cara meets Brad and his adorable little girl, she knows she\u2019s in for a world of trouble. Because there\u2019s something about the way Brad looks at her that makes her believe that some rules are meant to be broken\u2026<\/p>\n

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The front door opened. I expected a housekeeper or butler, but it was the actor himself.<\/p>\n

I hadn\u2019t forgotten how beautiful he was; I\u2019d just chosen not to think about it.<\/p>\n

\u201cMa\u2019am,\u201d he said. Southern boy. Parents together. Christian elementary. Public secondary. Two years at USC Drama. Dates his costars for a month after the wrap party, then moves on. Poring through the trades and making calls, I\u2019d discovered he\u2019d spend at least eight of the next twelve months overseas doing action movies, but most had postproduction in town.<\/p>\n

\u201cMr. Sinclair,\u201d I said, holding my hand out. \u201cNice to see you outside a bathroom.\u201d<\/p>\n

He shook my hand.<\/p>\n

I\u2019d shaken plenty of famous hands attached to gorgeous men, but my imagination was sparked by the way his fingers slid against mine to grasp them and the way our palms pressed together. My mind clouded over with ripped sheets, hard muscles, and soft skin.<\/p>\n

\u201cPleasure\u2019s mine,\u201d he said and my brain skipped like a trip on a cracked sidewalk over the word pleasure.<\/p>\n

He didn\u2019t give me the oversincere hand-over- clasp to show me how damn happy he was to see me, but there was something intimate about that half a second.<\/p>\n

Just a consultation.<\/p>\n

I followed him into the house. Dora Donovan had designed it. Looked like her with her faux-midcentury white couch and shag rug. That wasn\u2019t going to work with playdates unless he wanted to keep an upholsterer on staff.<\/p>\n

We went through the living room to a smaller room with a pool table smack in the middle. It had a stained glass Budweiser lamp over it and was racked for nine-ball. Dora Donovan had nothing to do with this room, for sure.<\/p>\n

\u201cWanna sit?\u201d He held a chair out for me. The glass-topped table was just inside the open patio doors and was set with iced tea.<\/p>\n

I sat.<\/p>\n

\u201cI\u2019m not a date,\u201d I said kindly, indicating the iced tea setup. \u201cJust so you know. You don\u2019t have to do things like hold the chair for me.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cHabit, I guess.\u201d<\/p>\n

He sat opposite me.<\/p>\n

\u201cChivalry is nice. But with the nanny, whomever you hire, it can be misconstrued.\u201d<\/p>\n

He smirked a little, as if misconstruing his own thoughts. I cleared my throat and pulled my jacket closed.<\/p>\n

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About the Author<\/strong><\/h4>\n

\"\"CD Reiss is a New York Times bestseller. She still has to chop wood and carry water, which was buried in the fine print. Her lawyer is working it out with God but in the meantime, if you call and she doesn’t pick up she’s at the well hauling buckets.<\/p>\n

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 give her a big enough ego to write novels.<\/p>\n

She’s frequently referred to as the Shakespeare of Smut which is flattering but hasn’t ever gotten her out of chopping that cord of wood.<\/p>\n

If you meet her in person, you should call her Christine.<\/p>\n

Connect with CD Reiss:<\/p>\n

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Bombshell, an all-new sexy and swoony standalone from CD Reiss is available now!     Read Today! Amazon US\u00a0 |\u00a0 Amazon UK\u00a0 |\u00a0 Paperback\u00a0 |\u00a0 Audio (Free in Kindle Unlimited)   Synopsis Hollywood bad boy […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":2,"featured_media":21535,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"nf_dc_page":"","yasr_overall_rating":0,"yasr_post_is_review":"","yasr_auto_insert_disabled":"","yasr_review_type":"","_jetpack_memberships_contains_paid_content":false,"footnotes":""},"categories":[290],"tags":[646,301],"class_list":["post-21519","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","has-post-thumbnail","hentry","category-book-news","tag-cd-reiss","tag-excerpt"],"yasr_visitor_votes":{"stars_attributes":{"read_only":false,"span_bottom":false},"number_of_votes":0,"sum_votes":0},"jetpack_featured_media_url":"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/www.escapistbookblog.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2016\/03\/Bombshell.jpg?fit=150%2C225&ssl=1","jetpack_sharing_enabled":true,"jetpack_shortlink":"https:\/\/wp.me\/p7gaNL-5B5","_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.escapistbookblog.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/21519","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.escapistbookblog.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.escapistbookblog.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.escapistbookblog.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/2"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.escapistbookblog.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=21519"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/www.escapistbookblog.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/21519\/revisions"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.escapistbookblog.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/media\/21535"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.escapistbookblog.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=21519"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.escapistbookblog.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=21519"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.escapistbookblog.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=21519"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}