Title: Meeting Mr. Anderson
Author: Elle Nicoll
Genre: Steamy Contemporary Romance
Release Date: May 27, 2021
Some people go to Hollywood to chase their dream.
My Hollywood dream is in seat 4A.
After the stunt my ex pulled, no one would blame me if I swore off men forever, especially one like Mr Jay Anderson, Hollywood’s sexiest heartthrob. Maybe undressing me with his striking blue eyes as I perform the safety demonstration on a flight to LA is normal behaviour for him.
But I know one thing for sure, he should come with a warning label. Because once you meet a man like Jay Anderson, there is no going back.
With his dirty blonde hair and those eyes; he’s a beautiful, X-rated fairy-tale. But beauty is a magnificent smokescreen. And a fairy-tale is just that… a tale.
It’s never as simple as happily ever after,
not when you’re meeting Mr Anderson.
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He looks even better than I remember. He’s wearing smart dark-gray trousers, brown shoes and belt, and a white shirt, open at the neck with the sleeves rolled up his forearms. An expensive-looking watch glints under the studio lights on his wrist. He’s waving to the audience and smiling, his perfect white teeth dazzling us. His dark-sandy hair is just the perfect length. It looks effortlessly styled, like he just wakes up like that. He shakes Patrick’s hand, and they have a man hug, patting each other on the back like old friends before he sits down next to Anya Katiss, kissing her hello on the cheek. She seems to slide ever so slightly closer to Jay as he sits down. Or maybe I’m imagining it.
“Thank you for coming, Jay. I think it’s safe to say we’ve got some fans of yours in the audience tonight,” says Patrick.
A woman calls out, “I love you, Jay!” and holds up a sign, with what I presume is her phone number written on it.
He smiles and his eyes crinkle at the corners. “Thank you for having me, Patrick.”
There’s that deep, dreamy voice again. I swallow as I sit glued to my seat, watching him.
“Now let’s start with your show, Steel Force,” says Patrick. “You’ve been the lead character on the show for two seasons now and it’s just been renewed for a third.”
“Yes, that’s right. We’ve got a couple of months break from filming now, before we’re back at it.”
“So, what have you got planned for the next two months?” asks Patrick.
“I want to take some time to see my family, and I’ve got some projects I’m working on.”
“Any special friends in the picture?” Patrick asks with a cheeky smile. “Come on, you can tell your friend, Patrick,” he jokes.
Jay smiles and looks down at his shoes. “I will know her when I meet her,” he says, his voice soft.
Anya Katiss uncrosses and recrosses her legs on the sofa. She must feel it too, his undeniable sex appeal. Sitting that close to him and not being able to jump into his lap must be torture.
Patrick continues the interview, and they talk about upcoming movie roles and the superhero trilogy rumor. Jay is charming but gives nothing away. Then Patrick gets up and takes a handheld microphone from one of the stage assistants.
“Okay, ladies and gentlemen, it’s now time for you, the audience, to ask the questions.” He bounds up the stairs in between the seats and looks around at the eager hands which have flown up into the air. He holds his microphone out to the lady wearing the ‘I love Jay’ T-shirt, who grabs it in both hands.
“My question is for Jay,” she says. “How would you describe your perfect woman?”
Jay looks up at her. “Well, I like someone to be honest and upfront,” he says, gesturing to her T-shirt. The audience chuckles. “Someone who can make me laugh and challenge me to look at things differently. A best friend, I guess,” he says with what I detect is a hint of sadness.
I’m still pondering this when Matt elbows me hard in the ribs.
“Ow, what did you do that for?” I say as I turn to him, but my annoyance turns to sheer terror when I see Patrick Howard grinning at me with his microphone thrust under my chin.
“Your name, my darling?” he says, amused at my reaction.
“Er, Holly.” I gulp.
“Well, lovely Holly, do you have a question for Jay?” he asks.
There is silence as the whole studio waits to see what I am going to say.
“Um,” I squeak.
Shit, I need to think of a clever question and fast. My face is getting hot and I’m pretty sure if my heart beats any harder I could start a band.
“Do you have any pets?” I blurt out.
There’s a disgruntled mumble from some members of the audience, disappointed that I didn’t use my chance to ask him more about his ideal woman or even what he likes in bed. Jay, however, looks happy at the change in subject.
“Holly,” he says in his beautiful, deep voice that makes my insides melt. “No, I don’t have any pets. However, I find animals fascinating. I saw an interesting program recently on rainforest birds.” His eyes hold mine and an amused smile plays on his lips as he runs his hand over his jaw.
“Lovely,” I manage, wishing aliens would abduct me now so I could escape the mortification of my lame question. Patrick moves on and I take a deep breath. Jay is still watching me with the same amused expression. He must think I’m such a loser.
Elle Nicoll is a British, ex long-haul flight attendant and mum of two.
She writes sweet, but dirty, contemporary romance novels, all based around love.
Not all the men she writes will be rich alphas. Not all the women will be sassy. Just like we are all different, they will be too.
But she hopes they will feel real. Flawed, insecure, broken maybe. But also warm, considerate and loyal. Any elements that you think of when you consider the people you know.
Because no one is perfect.
When Elle isn’t writing or falling for another new book boyfriend she is trying to look like a parent who knows what they’re actually doing. That, or staring at the sky day-dreaming and running another book idea by her husband, who has perfected his ‘listening with interest’ face.
It means the world to Elle that you’re considering reading her stories, and she loves to hear from readers.
Find her at www.ellenicollauthor.com