CONTENTS
Maid for the Hollywood Heartthrob
NEWSLETTER
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Epilogue
Extended Epilogue
NEWSLETTER
A MAN WHO KNOWS WHAT HE WANTS
BRATVA BEAR SHIFTERS
LAIRDS & LADIES
RUSSIAN UNDERWORLD
IRISH WOLF SHIFTERS
About the Author
MAID FOR THE HOLLYWOOD HEARTTHROB
AN OLDER MAN YOUNGER WOMAN ROMANCE
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A MAN WHO KNOWS WHAT HE WANTS, 200
FLORA FERRARI
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The following story contains mature themes, strong language and sexual situations. It is intended for mature readers.
MAID FOR THE HOLLYWOOD HEARTTHROB
It’s the ultimate Hollywood fantasy: dreamy movie star meets attractive young ingenue. But will this romance have a happy fairytale ending?
Ashlee can’t believe her luck. A job cleaning Tony Fontana’s home, the Tony Fontana!
Just being inside her favorite actor’s house would have been enough. She never dreamed she would come face to face with the man himself… in his own bedroom.
From the moment she first laid eyes on Tony Fontana in the flesh, Ashlee knew this was the man she was supposed to be with.
Tony Fontana normally wouldn’t have been home while his house was being cleaned, but fate had other plans.
A cancelled flight. A missed Paris photoshoot. All divine intervention so he could meet this captivating young woman unlike any other.
The attraction is immediate. The passion, undeniable. Tony is determined for this angelic creature to be all his… forever.
But being a Hollywood celebrity comes with its hazards – snooping journalists, most of all.
Will secrets from his past and an increasingly intrusive paparazzi tear them apart? Will Tony’s mature worldliness be too much for young, inexperienced Ashlee?
Or will their powerful bond overcome any obstacle that comes their way?
Maid for the Hollywood Heartthrob is an engrossing story of intense chemistry and all-consuming passion. Follow Ashlee and Tony as they explore the ups and downs of a Hollywood romance… and each other.
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CHAPTER ONE
Ashlee
“It’s whose house?” I ask, my mouth going dry and a buzzing in my ears ringing. I feel faint and have to steady myself against the wall to stay upright.
“Tony Fontana… Now do you see why I didn’t tell you?” my mom giggles before looking serious again.
After pestering me for a week, with a strange glint in her eye, I finally caved to come help her with her cleaning round on my day off.
She knows how much I love Tony Fontana, he’s an older guy, sure. But he can actually act and is the star of every single one of my favorite movies, even the outdated TV shows he did before he hit the big times.
“Tony… Fontana?” I exclaim again, under my breath as mom pops open the security gate with her pass key.
“Yep. Now, darling, make sure you actually help me here, okay? I need this job and it pays well, so don’t fuck it up for me, sugar. Okay?” she asks again, her big, wide eyes looking nervous, almost like she regrets bringing me, even though I know the house will be empty.
They always are.
It’s not glamorous work, but the Hollywood set pays better than most for a good job and they all know my mom always does a stellar job. And with complete privacy.
Me?
I’m already picturing myself dragging my sodden center across Tony’s bed, his clothes… Oooh! His underwear drawer… maybe he walks in and catches me? Eeeeee!
Okay… maybe not quite. But I’m pretty damned excited. Feeling tingles, and shivers I’ve never felt before.
I’ve never even kissed a boy before, let alone…
Oh my god.
Tony.
The man is a god. I’ve bought and got everything from his face as a screensaver to his prune based cereal that has his face on the box… for my mom, of course.
His chiseled jaw, and those smoldering dark eyes. Those perfect white teeth that highlight his dimpled chin.
Dark hair that has just the slightest hint of silver foxiness to it, and a body that wipes the floor with any twenty something guy who thinks he stands a chance against the original and the best.
Tony Fontana is all man and has chest hair to prove it. I sometimes… okay, often imagine myself curling my fingers into his chest hair as he holds me close. Laying with me after he…
“Ashlee… Ashlee!”
My mom is snapping her fingers in front of my eyes, bringing them back into focus.
“Like I said, kiddo, don’t fuck this up. I almost regret bringing you here already,” she chides me, brushing past me as we stand in the cavernous, slate lined entrance of Tony’s single story bungalow in the Hollywood hills.
Bungalow? It’s a goddamn mansion is what it is.
“Over a dozen rooms kiddo, let’s hustle even though we only have to do six today.” My mom reminds me, scrambling to shut off the alarm with the code she’s memorized.
I still feel giddy, but the smell of his house. The scent of him. It sets me straight in a moment, as if the man himself is right behind me.
It’s almost as if I can feel his eyes on me, even though we’ve never met.
It’s a woody scent, strong, but with some soft musk and something else… something I have an inkling only men like him exude.
Pure sex appeal is what it is, and all rolled up in the smell of real money.
His house is huge, but sparse. Chunky, leather and wood furniture. Lots of art, but stuff I can actually see, not just smears of paint. Real pictures. Real things.
A Japanese garden glows through a
