Hollywood's Golden Boy

He pushed me against the bookshelf and caged me there with
his arms. There was a hint of playfulness swimming in his eyes."I want to
play a game."

"What?"

He pretended to think about it for a second. When he looked
back at me, I felt butterflies in my stomach at the intensity of his blue eyes.

"Cat and mouse. I'll be the cat, you be the
mouse."

I tried to push him away with no success. "I don't want
to play."

He leaned in closer towards me until his lips were directly
beside my ear. I shivered involuntarily.

"That's too bad."

Alessandra never wanted anything to do with the limelight.
She was content living life in her three bedroom apartment alongside her bubbly
aunt with a job down at the local bookshop. When fate entwines her with
Hollywood's Golden boy she finds it to be a cruel joke. The film industry is
full of nothing but shallow, air-headed bimbos and suave heart-breakers and
Alessandra just so happens to be at the front line ready to mend her broken
heart.