When Rachel Harrington meets action star Stephen Raymond while treating herself to a movie, she seizes the chance to fulfill a birthday wish—a date with the handsome hero. After an amazing night, unsurprisingly, she wakes alone. A phone call from her mom that her dad is in the hospital has her filing the fantasy date away to face reality.

Upon arriving in her hometown, she finds an ex looking to make her his future wife, her dad facing open-heart surgery, and her brother suffering from personal woes he won’t share. But there’s a haven in Stephen’s unexpected call, and then in his sometimes very naughty texts, emails, and video chats. A surprise visit tumbles her head over heels into love.

But the cameras in her face every time she steps outside her door could be a show stopper. Is everyone she meets only out for a story?

Will a confession from Stephen convince her to take the fall, or will Rachel let her fears ground her?

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She blew out a breath, which ruffled her new bangs. She liked the sensation so much, she did it again. Flirty is fun. Maybe I should flirt with this guy. They could have some fun on the way out then go their separate ways.

After walking to the end of the row, she paused at the steps. Without bothering to see if he’d followed, she tossed over her shoulder, “I plan on seeing what trouble I can find.” With a bounce in each step, she took the stairs.

“So you like trouble?”

She repressed a shiver at his voice, which while still low, though no longer a whisper, and near her ear. The deep, husky, throaty rasp had tickled the neck of her skin. “Sometimes, but most especially on my birthday.”

“Happy birthday,” he said as she reached the floor level and hooked the corner heading toward the door. “But what are you doing alone?” The warmth from his bulky body told her he was hot on her trail.

She smiled. “Leaving myself open to possibilities.”

Maybe if they kept to a public place, she should take a risk, open herself to the possibility of a pleasant flirtation over dinner with a stranger. The light from the hallway shone through the window of the door leading to the snack area. Of course, the bright glare might expose the flaws in her tag-along. As she debated whether it was better to fly solo for the rest of the day or switch things up and be a little more daring, she dumped her trash in the bin then used her shoulder to push through the heavy door. Holding the edge with her hand, she turned. Her heart stilled and her breath froze.

Oh. My. God. She’d just spent the past two and a half hours staring at that face on the big screen! Stephen Raymond.