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A Los Angeles Passion
Sherelle Green
They’ve found the ultimate passion. But could her secret threaten their Hollywood ending?Award-winning screenwriter Trey Moore agrees to look after his infant nephew for two weeks, and for once he’s out of his depth. Gorgeous Kiara Woods, owner of LA’s glitziest day care, offers help.While she’s teaching Trey Babysitting 101, she’s falling hard for the sexy millionaire. But can she risk revealing a painful truth that’s already cost her so much?
They’ve found the ultimate passion
But could her secret threaten their Hollywood ending?
Award-winning screenwriter Trey Moore agrees to look after his infant nephew for two weeks, and for once he’s out of his depth. Gorgeous Kiara Woods, owner of LA’s glitziest day care, offers help. While she’s teaching Trey Babysitting 101, she’s falling hard for the sexy millionaire. But can she risk revealing a painful truth that’s already cost her so much?
SHERELLE GREEN is a Chicago native with a dynamic imagination and a passion for reading and writing. She enjoys composing emotionally driven stories that are steamy, edgy and touch on real-life issues. Her overall goal is to create relatable and fierce heroines who are flawed, just like the strong and sexy heroes who fight so hard to win their hearts. There’s no such thing as a perfect person...but when you find that person who is perfect for you, the possibilities are endless. Nothing satisfies her more than writing stories filled with compelling love affairs, multifaceted characters and intriguing relationships.
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A Los Angeles Passion
Sherelle Green
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A LOS ANGELES PASSION
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“I think we should save that story for our next date.” She briefly closed her eyes. “I mean meeting. We can save that story for our next meeting.” Kiara stood abruptly. “I think it’s time for me to go.”
“Okay,” Trey said with a laugh. “I’ll walk you out.”
They made their way down the spiral stairs.
“I had a nice time tonight,” Kiara said when she reached the door. She turned around to find him watching her intently.
“I had a nice time, as well.” Trey took a step closer to her. “I enjoyed getting to know you a little better.” He was so close, Kiara was afraid to breathe.
“Me, too,” she whispered. His eyes dropped to her lips. She forced herself to swallow the lump in her throat.
When his hand reached up to cup her face, Kiara completely froze. There’s no way he’s going to kiss me, right? We just met each other.
“Do you want me to stop?” he asked.
Say yes. Say yes. Say yes. “No,” she said, moments before his lips came crashing down onto hers.
Dear Reader (#uf9c0a983-393c-5dd2-b842-63ef6184ecbb),
I was excited for the chance to write another novel in the Millionaire Moguls series, and writing about Trey Moore and Kiara Woods did not disappoint. Since I often write connecting stories, writing Trey and Kiara’s story gave me the opportunity to write about characters who hadn’t met prior to the novel.
I hope you also enjoy catching up with Kyra Reed, from the Bare Sophistication series, who is close friends with Kiara in A Los Angeles Passion. In true Kyra fashion, she can’t be anyone but herself.
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Much love,
Sherelle
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To my in-laws, Bernadine and Isaiah, for all your support and encouragement. I feel so lucky and blessed to have each of you in my life. Mom, ever since my first book event, you have always attended and supported me. Not only am I grateful to have you present at these events, but other authors and readers alike love your enthusiasm and always look forward to seeing you. Together, we always have a good time and our closeness means the world to me. Dad, the fact that you’ve shown an interest in my work and have pushed to help me take my career even further truly warms my heart. You keep me laughing and you already know I’m always down to hear one of your stories.
Not only am I grateful to have an amazing husband, but I feel blessed to have such kindhearted, supportive and loving in-laws.
Contents
Cover (#u357c9496-7cd8-5bc9-897d-edfdb92c31fe)
Back Cover Text (#ua038ed9b-389b-5563-ad72-7acae91f6a3a)
About the Author (#u08c75cc9-3caa-50b6-a23d-13ac6ff14be0)
Booklist (#u60d34409-5649-5d53-8d70-4b7497c7f8a1)
Title Page (#ua481d372-8047-5a9f-aa87-f1bd186e79b3)
Copyright (#u2483808f-a74f-59f6-9c44-82270eb8ee49)
Introduction (#u96eb24b5-3d26-543c-8422-599b90158aae)
Dear Reader (#u621a9bac-e254-542c-b4df-71e70a876615)
Dedication (#ub2928dde-f32a-509c-8c94-c4a79f75d116)
Chapter 1 (#u757b936a-863d-53e0-9e33-7b25a805dc02)
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Chapter 1 (#uf9c0a983-393c-5dd2-b842-63ef6184ecbb)
Trey Moore could barely conceal his anticipation as he ran his long fingers over the smooth, creamy piece of his latest obsession.
“That’s it,” he whispered, pinching at a couple of curled edges that were beautifully laid out on the table before him. “Come to me, baby.”
For months, he’d been preparing for this very moment. Trey reached for his scotch on the rocks before sitting on the high chair of his dining room table. He took a measured sip of the cool liquid and observed the printed cream-colored pages of his screenplay, which was currently divided into scenes.
Trey had been cooped up in his Brentwood, LA, estate for nearly seventy-two complete hours, and he was no closer to being finished with his latest screenplay than he was before he’d taken his hiatus.
For Trey, there was nothing more frustrating than having writer’s block when his agent and producers were on his back for the next Hollywood hit. He’d known, the minute he’d accepted this job, that he’d run into a few issues toward the end. He prided himself on only agreeing to write screenplays for stories that he truly believed were special in their own way. However, even he’d admit that, initially, he hadn’t seen the producer’s vision behind this particular project. As time grew and he let the story line foster in his head a bit, he’d begun to change his mind.
Every time Trey wrote a screenplay, he invariably got that feeling in the pit of his stomach that he’d figure out how to tie up every loose end in the story finally. Call it writer’s intuition or good old-fashioned luck, he always knew instinctively that he’d be able to finish things satisfactorily, and just an hour ago, he’d gotten that hunch again.
The feeling had come a little later than he’d liked, but luckily, he still had a couple of weeks to pull perfection from the last few scenes he’d written down in an effort to appease his agent and producers. It was mid-September and he hadn’t promised them anything final until mid-October.
Taking another sip of his scotch, he picked up one of the action scenes and read his handwritten sticky notes plastered across the paper. “Come on, Trey,” he said, closing his eyes. “What’s missing here?”
He kept his eyes closed as he imagined the scene playing out in his mind as it would in the movie. He was only partially into his vision when he heard keys jingling in his front door. Trey opened his eyes and glanced down at his rose gold watch.
“Carmen,” he said aloud as he shook his head and headed toward his front door. There was only one person who could be coming into his home at eleven o’clock at night.
“What do you want?” he said, crossing his arms over his chest the moment the door peeked open.
“Dang, big bro. Is that any way to greet your favorite sister?”
“You’re my only sister.”
“Precisely the reason you should be more grateful to see me.”
