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    Loving a Fallen Star
    Loving a Fallen Star
    Loving a Fallen Star
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    Loving a Fallen Star

    By Jane B. Night

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    He never thought anyone could love him again. Then, he met Annie.

    Vincent Lemarco is a Hollywood heartthrob until the fateful day when a car accident leaves him horribly disfigured and ends his acting career.
    Alone and trying to piece his life back together, he moves to Little Creek, the small town where he was born. The residents of Little Creek know him only as the reclusive Vincent Blake.
    He is happy to keep to himself and mourn his losses until the day he finds an injured dog along the side of the road.
    Annie, the veterinarian who fixes up the injured dog, soon becomes the woman Vincent's heart longs for.
    It seems as if Vincent is getting a second chance at life and love when a call from his agent, offering one last shot at stardom, puts everything in jeopardy.
    He can have fame and fortune or love. Not both.

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherBZ Publishing LLC
    Release dateJul 25, 2018
    ISBN9780463305546
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      Loving a Fallen Star - Jane B. Night

      Loving a Fallen Star

      By Jane B. Night

      Copyright 2015 @Jane B. Night

      BZ Publishing LLC

      For Information contact BZPublishingLLC@Gmail.com

      No part of this book may be duplicated without the copyright owner's permission.

      This is a work of fiction. Any resemblances to people (living or dead) or events are purely coincidental.

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      Part 1

      Chapter 1

      Cut, the director said. The scene between Vincent and the up and coming no name actress he was working with was finally over. The girl had finally gotten her lines right after about two dozen attempts.

      We won't need you for another hour or so, the director said and Vincent walked off the set. He headed towards his trailer feeling irritated. He hated working with amateurs and there were so many amateurs in showbiz these days.

      Can I get you some tea? his assistant, a pretty girl with the name tag Liza asked.

      Do I look like I need tea? I'll take fucking vodka Vincent said. Liza retreated, red faced. She was a new girl who had been working for him about a week. He knew she wouldn't last long. None of his assistants seemed to. The record had been a middle aged woman who had stayed in his employ for six months before leaving him to work for his former costar. Since her, the temp agencies had never sent anyone decent. He opened the door to his trailer with relief. Finally, he could sit in peace. He lit a cigarette and leaned back into his chair. Then he noticed Jessica sitting on the couch which was diagonal from where he was and partially obscured by a large potted plant. She was wearing a blue tube top and khaki jeans. The outfit was Vincent’s favorite. It showed off all the features he appreciated about her.

      We need to talk, she said standing up, her blond hair falling like waves down her shoulders.

      I don't feel like talking, Vincent said taking a deep drag on his cigarette.

      You never feel like talking, Jessica whined.

      You're right. That is because this relationship is not about talking.

      That's not fair, Jessica said. She came to stand across from him. Her hands were on her hips and she was glaring at him with her lips pouting.

      I'm not going to deal with you right now. Go buy yourself a nice new dress and then go back to the apartment and I will see you tonight when we go to the Morgans' party.

      I don't even like the Morgans. Jessica's voice grated at his nerves.

      It doesn't matter whether you like them or not. I don't like them, but this is Hollywood. I have to rub elbows with people who can further my career. You get to come along and hang on my arm and look pretty. That is what you are for. Mrs. Morgan was a producer and her husband was a director. Both were well known and respected in their fields. Vincent had been in one of Mrs. Morgan's movies before she became a big name. He wanted to be in another one. Her name along with his was sure to bring crowds. He just had to convince her that he was perfect for one of her next projects. She had refused his last request because he had never acted in a fantasy before and suddenly that was her genre of choice. He had even started fucking her as an added incentive but even that didn't seem to be enough to convince her.

      I'm your girlfriend not some fucking accessory.

      We are not getting into another discussion about my not respecting who you are. Before you met me you were posing nude for magazines. How much respect do you expect?

      You're so mean, Vincent! she shouted.

      I'm allowed to be. I can walk out that door and have any woman I want. On the other hand, how many men are going to want the leftovers of Vincent Lemarco? You don't like the way I treat you? Fine. Get the hell out. Just see if you can find another man to put up with your constant whining. See if anyone else will indulge you in all the pretty clothes and jewelry I do. You're damn lucky I put up with your shit.

      Tears flowing down her cheeks, Jessica ran out the door, slamming it behind her. He was going to have to think about replacing her soon. They had been dating for about six months and that was usually how long he kept a woman before she became more annoying than she was worth. He had already been chatting up one of the extras on the set discreetly. She was bosomy and leggy which were his main qualifications for a woman.

      Finally, some fucking peace, Vincent called after her.

      He lay down on the couch and closed his eyes. A moment later his cell phone rang. Annoyed, he picked it up and checked the caller ID. He would let it ring if it was Jessica.

      The ID wasn't Jessica. It was Johnny, his agent.

      Yeah.

      Markus Plymouth wants you to model their clothes for some upcoming ads. I promised I would call and give you the offer.

      What are they paying?

      Not enough to be worth your while.

      Tell them no go. They pay me what I am worth if they want me.

      I'll call them right away.

      Later. Vincent hung up the phone. Vincent stood up and looked into his mirror. His body and face on an ad was worth big money. His face could sell anything. At thirty he didn’t look a day over twenty five. He still had thick dark hair kept neatly short. His jaw was strong enough for action roles and his chiseled features made women swoon. Vincent’s body was lean muscle. He worked out no less than an hour a day and he ate right. It was a lot of work to look so good and that justified wanting a small fortune for even small jobs. He hadn't gotten this far to be paid a pittance. His name was a brand and he expected to be paid every penny he had earned to build up that brand.

      Chapter 2

      Annie walked through the door of her home and was greeted by her golden retriever Zander who wagged his tail furiously as he rubbed against her leg.

      Who's my good boy? she asked patting his head. She needed the pure joy he exuded. It had been one of those rough days as a veterinarian that college hadn't completely prepared her for.

      She had lost a patient, a young cat that she should have been able to save. The cat had come in weeks ago with an abscess on his paw. She had given him routine antibiotics and he had seemed to be doing well. Then, he had started to have vomiting and he spiked a fever. Suddenly the family was faced with the choice of amputation of his paw or euthanasia. The family had

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