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Hollywood Temptation

Scarlet Wilson

Hollywood Temptation

About the book:  Hollywood surgeon Colt Travers needs a new receptionist ASAP.  When the adorable—and completely broke—Selena Harris comes in needing stitches, he takes a risk and hires her on the spot. She can pay off her bill, and he won’t have to answer the phone anymore. They’re opposites in every way, and she’s exactly what he doesn’t want in a woman—impulsive, carefree, and amusing. He’s trying to resist her, but the longer she’s around, the further he sinks into temptation.


Selena never meant to get herself in such deep financial straits. LA has way too much temptation, from high-end shopping to gorgeous men, and now her life is in chaos. But Colt is different—responsible and noble—and although their chemistry is off the charts, he’s keeping her at arm’s length. She’s determined to win his trust–and his heart–but will the secrets she’s desperately trying to hide ruin their chance for a big Hollywood happy ending?

Scarlet Wilson – Guest Blogger

Heroine Addictions

My heroine, Selena Harris has a serious designer clothes addiction.  But it’s not just clothes.  It’s handbags.  And scarfs.  And make up products.  And shoes.

I have to confess to a little addiction myself.  In the UK the brand I love is Radley.  There is a signature little Scottie dog on every handbag and I have quite a few.

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It doesn’t help that there is a designer outlet around an hour and a half away from where I stay.  If you visit at the right time, you get last season’s stock at half price.  This one jumped out at me!  Can you tell?

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Then finally, there’s the one thing you really want.  You’ve stalked it on the website, looked at in the full price store, then one day – by sheer luck, you’re in the store when the new stock arrives and Voila!  A Radley picture bag appears!

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What do you think?

There.  I’ve confessed to my addiction.  What’s yours?


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Author Bio:  Scarlet Wilson wrote her first story aged 8 and has never stopped. Her family have fond memories of ‘Shirley and the Magic Purse’ with its army of mice, with names all beginning with the letter ‘m’. An avid reader Scarlet started with every Enid Blyton book, moved on to Sweet Valley, and many years later found romance novels.


Her fiancé has never read one of her books but believes all the heroes are based on him. And because he’s never read any of her books Scarlet is quite happy for him to keep thinking that!


Scarlet writes for Harlequin Mills & Boon Medical and Romance lines and Entangled Publishing. Scarlet lives on the West Coast of Scotland with her fiancé and their two sons.


She can be reached via her website

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Excerpts – Please choose one

Excerpt:  A car skidded to a halt outside. He stood up and walked over to the window. It wasn’t the type of car that normally appeared in their parking lot. Not the usual parking spot, either. It was usually cars-for-the-stars around here. But this was a run-of-the-mill car. He watched as a blonde bombshell emerged from the car, pressing something to her head. There was a parking

lot directly to her left. It was clearly marked. She had practically blocked the driveway parked there. Another woman who thought the rules were made for everyone else.

She looked upward and he caught his breath. Even in her disheveled state he could see she was a knockout. Blond hair around her shoulders, lovely bone structure—the one thing a plastic surgeon always noted—lightly tanned skin, curves in all the right places, and fuchsia-pink lips. His favorite color on a woman.

He watched as she struggled to straighten her blouse and skirt with one hand, a signature handbag weighing her down as she continued to press something to her head. She stumbled. He winced. The last thing they needed was someone to fall on their way into the clinic and sue them. Bad publicity and lawsuits were not what they needed right now.

Something was caught around her ankle. He could see the bright scrap catching on the stiletto heel of her shoe. She stopped and dumped her bag on the ground then bent down to retrieve the wayward piece of material. Her head shot back up quickly, glancing at all the windows in the clinic. Her face was scarlet.

It wasn’t. It couldn’t be.

Yes, it was.

Colt couldn’t stop the hearty laugh he let out as she bent down and stuffed the pink thong into her bag.

Excerpt Two:

She rustled some papers in front of her. “I left a few letters on your desk that need your signature.”

Her eyes kept flickering back and forth to him and she was biting her lip. It was obvious she wanted to say something else.

“What?” He folded his arms across his chest. “What is it?”

She tilted her head. “I noticed a few things in your office…”

“Such as?”

She spun her chair around so she was facing him, her arm brushing against his knee. There was a mischievous glint in her eye as she counted things off on her fingers. “Such as the Captain Picard figure next to your computer. The signed picture of Leonard Nimoy. The framed Firefly script on the wall, next to the Star Wars cast photo.” She leaned forward, “But what I really want to know is, is that a genuine Star Trek communicator you’ve got in the glass case?”

Unexpected. Totally left field. A fellow sci-fi freak. Fantastic.

This woman just got better and better.

He laughed. “You’re every guy’s dream date, aren’t you?”

She started playing with the top button on her shirt, deliberately twiddling it between her finger and thumb, almost as if she were about to undo it… “Well, is it?”

He leaned forward. “You mean you didn’t try and pry the glass apart to see?”

“Of course I did. Any self-respecting Trekkie would.” She held up a finger to reveal a slightly bent nail. “Unfortunately I didn’t have my sonic screwdriver with me.”

He wiped his brow in mock relief. “Thank goodness. You have no idea what I had to do to get that.” He lifted his eyebrows, “Or who I had to operate on.”

Her eyes widened, the excitement clearly visible. “Spill,” she demanded.

He shook his head. “Oh no. My lips are sealed. I could tell you, but then I’d need to kill you with my genuine from-the-set light saber.”

She let out a shriek and jumped up from her seat. “You haven’t?”

“I have.”

“Luke’s or Darth Vader’s?”

He winked. “I could tell you, but I’d have to kill you. Hollywood secrets.”

There was something so nice about this. Someone else who appreciated his love of all things sci-fi. And this wasn’t some ploy to try and endear herself to him. No woman could possibly know all these things without being a true fellow fan. Finally someone he could talk to about who was the best Star Trek captain, and which was the best Star Wars film.

The last woman he’d dated had given an obvious shiver of distaste when she’d seen his collection – the kind that made him feel like a high school geek. Not the most romantic turn-on in the world.

Selena collapsed into the chair next to him and threw her hands in the air. “If you’re not going to share, I’ll let you know right now I’ll find a way of making you talk.”

He laughed. “Told you, my lips are sealed.”

She shook her head. “I should be finishing up. I’m getting tired and want to get home and to bed.” She shot him a sideways glance. “Home to watch my favorite episode of Star Trek with the Borg.”

He tried not to grin. He couldn’t resist, no matter how hard he tried. “Do you always go to bed early, Selena? You don’t strike me as the type.” The smell of her perfume was drifting into his nostrils. It was sultry. Something sensuous and spicy. Their gaze met. That green again. Even in this dim light it was impressive. Kind of like the eyes you would expect on a temptress or a siren, wooing men in just by looking at them. He couldn’t stop smiling around her.

Nor could he stop the range of X-rated thoughts he was having about her.

Helen would kill me. Twice, without a second thought.

Then there was the fact she was paying off a bill and the fact she’d told him she’d just been dumped by her boyfriend. The last thing he wanted was a rebound fling.

But he wasn’t listening. Not at all.

There was a glint of fire in her eyes and a devilish grin on her  face. She was an experienced woman. She definitely knew the art of flirtation. “What do I strike you as?”

He felt an instant response in his body—one that was entirely inappropriate for their surroundings. Since when did she sound so husky? Boy, she was good.



Hollywood Temptation by Scarlet Wilson


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By Wanda Worstwagger
Advice columnist (sort of)





Dear Wanda,

My  son has been dating the same girl for the last nine months but I don’t think the relationship is healthy for him. They fight constantly and he talks about wanting to hurt himself. He’s under the care of a phsycologist and on medication to help keep him from getting suicidal. So we’re doing what we can to help him, but truthfully, ninety percent of his angst has to do with the girl he’s dating.

I suppose I could lay down the law and tell him he may not see her anymore, but I’d rather the decision come from him. Otherwise they’ll just sneak around behind our back and he’ll still have all this emotional turmoil.

What do I do? I just want him to be happy.


Miserable Mom


Dear MMom,

I don’t think you can save your son from himself. You’ve got him in the care of responsible health professionals. He’s on medication. I think the best thing you can do at this point is try to support him the best you can. If you tell him to stop seeing the girl you run the risk of alienating him, and the greater risk of him not confiding in you – which it seems like he does if you know what’s going on between him and his girlfriend.

Support him and be there for him while he’s growing up. I don’t know more than that. Perhaps our readers do.




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17934483In some way or another, Allison Brennan’s romantic suspense and Lucy Kincaid series mass market paperbacks all connect back to a single family:  the Kincaids.  The twenty-two books that comprise this collection are all tied together by the idea of family, be it one of birth or your own making.  These books are fun to read because you repeatedly get to catch up with favorite characters and see how they have moved on in their life.  Similar to Facebook status updates of friends, you can tell all is well.  There is a comfort to this approach for both readers and author.

With her first hard cover release, Notorious, Brennan takes a different track.  More mystery than romantic suspense, the pace is different.  In addition her heroine, Maxine Revere is not encumbered by family.  These differences push both readers and author out of the comfort zone established in the early works.  In addition to the medium, the story makes it clear from the start that Max and Notorious are different.

Maxine Revere has dedicated her life to investigating murders that the police have long since given up any hope of solving. A nationally renowned investigative reporter with her own TV show and a tough-as-nails reputation, Max tackles cold cases from across the country and every walk of life. But the one unsolved murder that still haunts her is a case from her own past.

When Max was a high school senior, one of her best friends was strangled and another, Kevin O’Neal, accused of the crime. To the disgrace of her wealthy family, Max stood by her friend, until she found out he lied about his alibi. Though his guilt was never proven, their relationship crumbled from the strain of too many secrets.

Now Max is home for Kevin’s funeral—after years of drug abuse, he committed suicide. She’s finally prepared to come to terms with the loss of his friendship, but she’s not prepared for Kevin’s sister to stubbornly insist that he didn’t kill himself. Or for an elderly couple to accost her at the airport, begging her to look into another murder at Max’s old high school. Max is more interested in the cold case at her alma mater than in digging around Kevin’s troubled life, but she agrees to do both. As Max uncovers dark secrets, she finds herself caught in a complicated web of lies that hit far too close to home. And it’s becoming increasingly clear that someone will do whatever it takes to make sure the truth stays buried.

Max is relentless and determined and she doesn’t always follow the rules.  Her career as an investigative journalist gives her considerable latitude when it comes to investigating.  She is able to use methods and procedures not necessarily available to law enforcement.  She makes friends in law enforcement, to aid her investigations.  Though she is somewhat of a loner, she finds that you cannot always shake family.  Her birth family plays an integral role in the narrative as she tries to sort out the reality of the present and solve the mystery of the past.

Brennan uses a deft hand to weave the past and present together as the story moves forward.  She easily proves the old adage that the past and present and intrinsically tied together.  The ultimate murderer proved a surprise when the culprit was finally revealed.  Though the mystery is the heart of the story, Max is a driving force and her character shapes much of the action.  She has a presence much older than her defined 30-years of age.  I was actually somewhat disappointed when her age was revealed as I had envisioned her to be a good ten years older than stated.

The death of her best friend in high school, and her best friend in college, shapes much of who Max is today.  (The investigation into her college friend’s death is told in the short story Maximum Exposure.)  Her reluctance to let people get close to her is reflective of the deaths of these two women at critical points in her life.  Max’s family becomes intimately tied up in her investigation; not surprising as the present murder and the past murder both take place at an exclusive private school Max and her cousins attended.  This involvement does provide a catalyst for Max to at least minimally reconcile with her blood family.  How that reconciliation plays out will be interesting to see.

It will be interesting to see how Max evolves.  Brennan obviously holds family in high regard and central to stories.  I anticipate Max “building” her own family as the series progresses.  She already has a variety of people in her life that she relies on, her assistant being the most protective of them.  These people already treat her like family; it will be fun to see if she starts to allow others in now that she’s put to rest some of the ghosts of the past.  I, for one, will certainly be along for the ride.


What I never know is how my words are going to affect someone. I was on two panels Saturday – It was a writer’s workshop given by Sisters-in-Crime, New England on the paths to publication. A great group of writers, very supportive. Luckily, I sat near Jessie Crockett who is lovely and funny and put me at ease.

I always feel oafish at these things. I think it’s me reverting to my introverted nature. I taught myself to act like an extrovert when I was in my twenties, but that doesn’t really make me one and I’m very awkward in social situations where I don’t really KNOW anyone. I did know people, I just don’t yet KNOW them. I kind of felt like an elephant but Jessie and Arlene seemed happy to see me and that helped.

Anyway, the point of this: I was on two panels and during one panel my take way speech devolved into a monologue on how there is no shame in the path you choose, who your audience is or what you write. And we are hard enough on ourselves so not to let anyone else shame you into thinking you are wrong.

It was a fine thing to say, but maybe not appropriate to the circumstances. *sigh*

But afterward two separate people approached me and said they appreciated what I had to say. So it must be that sometimes you can reach people even when you’re off topic.

Try not to be too hard on yourself, and I’ll give myself a pass on this one too.

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