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Plagued by past mistakes in both love and life,
Quinn Bardot is in a bad place. With nowhere else to turn, she escapes to LA
clinging to the promise of a fresh start.
Chase Crowley is known for being selfish and unbelievably persistent. All he's ever wanted is to become a successful actor. But now that he is about to have it all, he finds that something is still missing. Money and fame isn't what he expected.
After a fervent encounter, the two of them are thrown into a situation that neither is prepared for. Can Quinn extinguish her fears and let Chase in? Can Chase learn to put someone else's needs before his own?
The Last Thing is a novel all about love, Hollywood, and accepting what life throws at you even if it is the last thing you want.
(This is a New Adult Romance novel & contains language & adult situations. Not recommended for readers younger than 17)
***The Last Thing is a standalone book with NO cliff hanger ending. It is book one in the series. ***
Chase Crowley is known for being selfish and unbelievably persistent. All he's ever wanted is to become a successful actor. But now that he is about to have it all, he finds that something is still missing. Money and fame isn't what he expected.
After a fervent encounter, the two of them are thrown into a situation that neither is prepared for. Can Quinn extinguish her fears and let Chase in? Can Chase learn to put someone else's needs before his own?
The Last Thing is a novel all about love, Hollywood, and accepting what life throws at you even if it is the last thing you want.
(This is a New Adult Romance novel & contains language & adult situations. Not recommended for readers younger than 17)
***The Last Thing is a standalone book with NO cliff hanger ending. It is book one in the series. ***
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“Nice shoes,” a deep
voice said from beside me. I almost spit my drink out in surprise. Only two
inches away from my face stood a man with chocolate colored eyes and short
brown hair that stuck up all over his head as if he had just rolled out of bed.
I detected some sort of Hispanic descent in his good looks. He wore a pair of
khakis and a tight long-sleeved black t-shirt. He actually seemed normal
compared to all the Barbie and Ken dolls around me, and it made me feel at
ease. I took a step back so that our faces weren’t so close. “Yeah, I reckon
heels aren’t really my thing,” I replied and took another sip from my cup. He
chuckled and folded his hands across his chest, one hand stroking his chin as
if he were studying me.
“Whiskey...high
tops...no French manicure...”
He picked up one of my hands and studied it.
Shocked by the way my heart sped when he touched me, I pulled it out of his
grasp. I could feel my face turning red, but I willed my breathing to slow down
and hoped that he couldn’t see me blush under all of the makeup. He was quite
literally the most striking man I’d ever laid eyes on. The reaction from my
body was pure agony. I wanted him, needed him. My loneliness was getting the
best of me. No. You don’t need him as a distraction. You need a job, a hobby. He is the
last thing you need. You’re having a whiskey reaction.
“Sorry, I didn’t mean
to upset you,” he said. I forced myself to look away from his smirk, and
finished off the drink in my hand. I turned around and asked the bartender to
fill me up again. The drink had already started to affect me, make me loosen
up, but I needed a little more to help me with the anxiety.
Say something. Don’t just stand there!
“Don’t worry about it,”
I mumbled and picked up my filled glass. I was surprised that he was still
standing there; I allowed myself to sneak another peek from the corner of my
eye. From the way he carried himself he was a bit older than me, maybe in his
mid-twenties. The way he laughed and his body language told me that he was
charismatic, a charmer. This guy was persistent!
“I’m Chase,” he said,
holding out his hand. I reluctantly took it, afraid that he could see how
unnerved I was.
“Quinn, nice to meet you.” He didn’t seem to
notice my hand trembling as he lifted it up to his lips to place a light kiss
on it. He gave me a slight wink that made me go weak in the knees. I was glad
that I had high tops on my feet to steady me. Toughen up, Quinn. You can talk to a guy. But only talk. I took
another big gulp of my liquid courage.
“So Quinn, how do you
know Gillian?” He reached out to pick a piece of lint off my shoulder. I
narrowed my eyes in on him. Why was he touching me?
“Oh, I don’t know her.
I’m here with a friend.” I forced myself to look into his eyes, to show him
that I wasn’t intimidated.
“Who?” he asked
“Ginger Teague,” I told him. He continued with
his inquisition, to which I gave short answers.
“You a party crasher?”
I raised an eyebrow and
answered, “No, I was invited.”
“An actress?”
“No.”
“Model?”
I scoffed at his question; as if I had the
looks to be a model. “Uh, no...” I shook my head in disbelief.
“Who are you then? I
don’t think I’ve seen you around before. I wouldn’t forget your face.”
I didn’t know what to
say. It had been so long since I’d had any male attention. He probably wouldn’t
give me the time of day if he found out who I was or how much baggage I
carried.
“Interesting, huh?”
“What?” I asked
“This party. I bet you
have never been so star struck.”
Was this guy for real?
“I don’t know who any
of these people are.”
“Well then, it’s high
time you found out.” He leaned in close and motioned toward the three blonde
girls Ginger had introduced me to earlier.
“Those three bimbos are
twiddle dee, dumb, and twit.”
I spit my drink back
out into my cup, almost choking from laughter.
“Did you call her a twit?”
“Damn straight. Though
I’m not sure if it is from her lack of common sense or her twitter addiction.”
This was kind of fun.
My eyes scanned the room for our next victim
“What about him?” I
pointed toward an older balding man with a twenty-something on his arm.
“Ah, yes. That is
Jordan one of our writers. The girl on his arm just screwed her way up to a
leading character.”
“Isn’t that a bit…
unethical?”
“Everyone in Hollywood
is unethical, my dear.”
That was my cue to
leave. I didn’t need guys like him.
“As much as
I want to continue on with this flirty banter, I really must get going.” I
boldly stuck my drink in his empty hand and spun around on my heels.
Bash
Maria:
The Last Thing Playlist
(Find the Spotify playlist at my website)
Quinn’s
songs
Amsterdam
by Imagine Dragons
What
Sarah Said by Deathcab for Cutie
Stolen
by Dashboard Confessional
Blue
by A Perfect Circle
Now
the One you once Loved is Leaving by Lydia
Get
Home by Bastillle
Young
Blood by The Naked and Famous
One
More Day by Lydia
Chase’s
songs
All
The Lights by The Cinema
She’s
On My Arm Now by The Cinema
House
of Gold by Twenty one Pilots
The
Exit by Lydia
She
Looks So Perfect by 5 Seconds Of Summer
Crooked
Teeth by Death Cab For Cutie
Lego
House by Ed Sheeran
Come
A Little Closer by Cage The Elephant
West
Coast by Coconut Records
My
Dream Cast
Ethereal Underground
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