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Aubrey Evans is living every author’s dream; her sizzling romance novel is being turned into a blockbuster film. She would be celebrating this momentous event, if she wasn’t busy fighting over every tiny production detail with the maddeningly cavalier director, Kole Camden.
When news of their heated rivalry hits the gossip columns, drastic measures must be taken to save their sinking project. In an elaborate PR hoax, she is publicly linked to Greyson Meyers, the swoon-worthy star of her movie. A whirl-wind love affair is staged for the couple to mirror the steamy chapters of her own books.
Can the introverted author resist the charms of Hollywood’s sexiest leading man? Or will love find her in the City of Angels?
If you are looking for a light-hearted, funny read to indulge in poolside, look no further!
Wicked Reads had this to say about Adapted for Film, "Having been a fan of Mrs. Rourke's YA novels for awhile now, I was very nervous to hear of her newest book. A romantic comedy? No, this would not work! I was 100% wrong. This book was filled with everything I love about her other series; quick wit and characters that you can relate to ... From start to finish I was enthralled in the story. I literally could not put it down and read it in a matter of hours."
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“I think I get it. If a
butterfly were to land on you, its touch would be so delicate that you would wonder
if it had really happened at all, or if it was merely your mind fantasizing
that such a rare beauty would honor you with the gift of their touch.”
A gorgeous man uttering
such poetry temporarily short circuited my brain. Catching myself doing the
slack-jawed fan-girl thing, I quickly snapped my mouth shut and averted my gaze
to a nonthreatening cement turtle by the edge of the gazebo.
“Yep,” I muttered to
the turtle. “I think you’ve got it.”
Unfortunately for my
last remaining shred of dignity, Greyson wasn’t done with his tutorial. He
closed the distance between us with a burning hunger blazing in his eyes. A hot
flush rose in my cheeks, creeping clear up to my earlobes as his sculpted body
skimmed against mine. Toned, rigid perfection only a few thin layers of fabric
away …
“What are you doing?”
My voice failed me, coming out in a raspy yelp.
“Making sure I’ve got
this right.” Temptation, of the most carnal variety, emanated off of him. His focused
gaze followed the curve of my lips, the lift of one brow promising toe-curling
fun.
It had been a really
long time since someone had looked at me like that. Much less one of the
sexiest men on the planet. That almost never happened.
“Aiden wouldn’t grab
Paige, wouldn’t pull her to him.” Raising one hand, he traced the length of my
arm with two fingers.
Starting at my wrist,
he worked his way up. His skin never actually made contact, but whispered over
mine in an electrifying rush that rolled and built. Bowing his head, his silky locks
tickled my cheek. Hot breath teased over my collarbone, awakening a need so powerful
my hands curled into tight fists at my sides. Agonizingly slow, he raised his
head. The blissful torment of his lips teased over mine, setting the veil of
energy between us alive with desire.
“He wouldn’t want to
crush her lips with his need,” he murmured against my mouth, “but would wait …
patiently for her to close that last … remaining … space.”
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About The Author:
There is nothing worse than being put on
the spot and asked to talk about yourself. For me it brings back that
inevitable moment in a new school when the teacher would ask me to stand up,
introduce myself and tell the class something about myself. I was always
worried I would blurt out something stupid that I would get teased for. Something
like, “My name’s Stacey and I like pickles!” Then for the rest of the school
year I’d be known as the Pickle Girl and let’s be honest, no one wants that. So
to avoid such a faux pas I will simply say that I love to write. It allows me
to get my crazy out just enough that I can function as a normal member of
society.
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