final straw in convincing Jules to avoid any sort of publicity event or
exposure. She’d slunk off the red carpet gauntlet, a staple at all premieres,
and hid in the ladies’ lounge until the theater had been darkened. She’d
slipped into a seat next to Gitta, but crept away before the final credits
rolled. Jules hadn’t appeared in public for two weeks, waiting for the next big
story to break and draw public attention from the unfortunate episode.
off the sour memory and studied the man climbing the stairs to the office. God,
he really looked familiar. Unruly, dark blond curls and a strong, square jaw
shaved clean of the scruff so many men thought looked sexy. Add piercing blue
eyes and firm lips with the best Cupid’s bow she’d ever seen, and he became an
bruises under his eyes marred the otherwise perfect picture. Tall and broad
shouldered, his face rang a bell for her. But it was an alarm bell. She knew
in the doorway. “Hi. I’m looking for Jules Capelli.” The rich, smooth timbre of
his voice reminded her of a television announcer.
her shoulders and dropped onto the chair behind her desk, creating a barrier
between them. “That’s me. How may I help you?”
pulled a wallet from his back pocket as he approached. The action lifted the hem
of his shirt, giving her a closer view of his trim waistline. “Access Group
International made a reservation for me in your team building seminar.” He
handed her a business card he’d fished out of his billfold.
course. You’re one of the late add-ons.”
the slip of cardstock, she glanced at the bold logo and bright red lettering on
the front. Her heart stopped beating and turned to stone. Actual pain from the
boulder sitting on her diaphragm knifed her chest.
bright red lettering declared the man was Alex Dixon. Reporter. With
Entertainment Access. A division of AGI.
not be happening. How had she not known AGI was the parent company of the worst
gossip mongering website and tabloid in existence?
After returning to America, she spent a number of years as a copywriter, dedicating her skills to making insurance and the agents who sell them sound sexy. Eventually, her full-time job as a writer interfered with her desire to be a writer full-time and she left the world of financial products behind to pursue a vocation as a romance author.