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Scripted Reality by Karen Frances

March 28, 2018 | By |

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Scripted Reality
By Karen Frances
Release date 28th March 2018

Blurb
From the outside, Scottish actress Ella McGregor has the perfect life. A list of Hollywood blockbusters under her belt, wealth, a fancy house, flash cars, a great family, and a brilliant boyfriend, Donovan... until she learns he has betrayed her. In fact, Ella’s story could be the script of her next Hollywood blockbuster: Conned – a tale of trusting the wrong person.

Connor Andrews, Donovan's best friend, has loved Ella since the day they first met five years ago. Too bad for him he didn't get there first, but with Donovan out of the picture, Connor wonders if he may finally have a shot with the woman of his dreams.

With so much history between them, and heartbroken Ella's world ripped apart, can he make her see he's just what she needs? Will Ella let Connor help her to stand up and fight, or will she run and hide from the one person who she trusts the most?
#thistlesandheart #scottishromance #scriptedreality

 Excerpt
I try to watch the movie but I’m feeling agitated and also a bit tipsy from the wine. Which isn’t a great surprise. I’ve not had alcohol in weeks. Add that to the small matter that I’ve not been eating properly. So, of course the alcohol was bound to hit me quicker than usual. “What’s wrong?” Connor asks. “I’m not really in the mood to watch this.” “Do you want to see the proposal then?” “Can we do that tomorrow? I think I’ll go to bed,” I say, standing, but the room spins. Bloody hell. I don’t even think I’ve had two full glasses of wine. “Here. Take my arm,” says Connor, standing up. “I don’t want your help.” I take a step away from him, but my body sways. “You might not want it but you need it.” “Whatever.” We take the stairs slowly. I think Connor’s scared I’m going to fall back down. His arm is around my waist, gripping me tightly. At the top, he stops and opens the first bedroom door. “I’m not sleeping in there,” I shout, pulling the door closed. Yes, it’s the master bedroom, but I’ve not spent a night in there since I found out about Donovan. “Oh. So where are you sleeping?” “At the back of the house. The last room.” He stares at me, puzzled. I know what he’s thinking; of all the bedrooms I can pick, I choose the smallest room in the house. “Okay.” We walk along the hallway until we reach the end. He opens the door and sighs. I don’t blame him. The room is cluttered with most of my things. He releases me and I throw myself face down on the bed. I’m feeling tired and teary and I want to be alone. “Ella, are you okay?” he asks, his voice full of concern. I shrug. “I don’t know. I honestly don’t know anything anymore.” My tears fall onto the pillow and I shiver before I feel a blanket being wrapped around me and strong arms holding me.



About the Author

Karen Frances lives in Scotland with her husband of seventeen years and their five children. Her busy days include helping her husband manage their family business while coordinating their children’s sports and academic endeavors. She finds escape from the chaos of everyday life in good books, particularly stories of passionate romantic relationships. Her appreciation and passion for romance novels led her to write He’s Captured My Heart, a tale of contemporary erotic romance set in Scotland.

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