Capture by Rachel Van Dyken | PRE- RELEASE LAUNCH
Losing your ability to
speak at the age of seventeen; it’s not normal or fair.
But trauma, has a way
of throwing normality out the window.
Dani lives anything
but a normal life.
Her sister is married
to one of the biggest names in Hollywood.
Her best friends are
rockstar duo AD2.
And she has more love
around her than most people experience in a lifetime.
But that doesn't
change the fact their parents are dead.
Or that it's her fault.
It seems her new
normal is being a mute, living on the inside, unable to actually communicate on
the outside.
That is until
Hollywood’s newest heartthrob Lincoln Greene hires her as his assistant for the
summer.
He's gorgeous,
completely unavailable, and unobtainable.
But that doesn't stop
her from wondering...if things were different...would he want her?
If she was whole, would he be the other half?
EXCERPT
“You kiss my wife
and enjoy it, I remove your balls in your sleep.” Jaymeson said in a chipper
voice as he slapped me on the back.
“Always great
working with a real professional, Jaymeson, always great,” I muttered.
“Here’s a tip,”
Jaymeson whispered in a low voice so Pris couldn’t hear us. “Get it done on the
first take so I don’t have to cause an on-set accident where I set your trailer
on fire and blame it on God smiting you for being a Hollywood heathen.”
“Heathen?” I
repeated with a smirk. “Isn’t that the part I’m playing? I thought Demetri was
hot for Nat, so doesn’t that mean I need to be hot for your wife? Your very…” I
glanced at Pris. “…lovely wife?”
“Bastard. I should
never have cast you!”
I burst out
laughing. “Jay, you know I’m messing with you. I’m professional. That’s why you
cast me, because in a sea of Hollywood heathens, I’m the only one who wouldn’t
make a pass at your wife.”
He shrugged. “True.
Also you may be passable in the whole looks department, or so I’ve been told by
numerous people on set.”
“Jealous?”
“Hardly.” He rolled
his eyes. “I’m Jamie Jaymeson. Women tattoo my name on their asses and ask me
to sign their boobs.”
“You signed whose
boobs?” Pris asked, sneaking up on our conversation.
“My grandma’s,” I
blurted. “She’s such—” I wrapped an arm around Jaymeson and squeezed. “—a huge fan.”
“Right.” Jaymeson
coughed. “It’s always such a thrill, signing elderly ladies tits. Hey, you
think I should do a nursing home tour?”
“Yeah, man.” I
nodded. “Dream big.”
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