Tangled Sheets: A Steamy Contemporary Romance Anthology
Part of the Wicked Hollywood Kings Series
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The temptation of the forbidden. A lost romance. The explosive chemistry and undeniable attraction. The awakening of a love so hot it burns the pages?
Prepare to get twisted and tangled between the sheets with these 20 steamy contemporary romance novels by your favorite authors. Whatever you’re in the mood for we have you covered. The Tangled Sheets anthology will leave you with an insatiable craving for more.
This anthology includes stories based on second chances, enemies to lovers, office romances, friends to lovers, and happily ever afters—there’s something in store for everyone! Available for a limited time, so find your new book boyfriend and uncover the heat!
Succumb to the temptation and grab your copy before it is too late. Which irresistible heroes will you fall in love with?
Authors in this set include: Karine Saint Jacques, J.L. Beck and C. Hallman, Vivi Paige and Bethany Banks, Hunter S. Jones, Autumn Archer , Renee Harless, Lexxi James, Olivia Fox, Tracy Sumner, Sara Cate, Adelaide Forrest, Rebecca Wilder, Rachel Leigh, Sahara Roberts, S. Rena and BL Mute, Aria Rae Blossom, Kara Liane, Shain Rose, Cameron Hart, Christa Ann, and ML Preston.
Indecent Beau by Karine
Sex education with a movie star…
The fantasy of millions of women around the world.
Voted Sexiest Man Alive.
Hot. Young. Successful movie star/film producer.
I hated him the first time we met.
A struggling movie screenwriter, I was ecstatic to get a meeting with Beau Garrett and hoped it would open doors for me. Instead, Beau was a complete jerk. He was seeking a writer for a steamy, romantic superhero movie but said that my writing and my appearance lacked passion.
After that awful meeting, I expected not to see him ever again. But Beau had other plans. He was determined to offer me a deal of a lifetime…
The job would be mine on one condition: I had to be his sex student for three months.
He wanted to awaken the passion that lay deep inside me. Curvy and scarred from my previous relationships, getting naked with one of the sexiest men alive was quite terrifying.
He had his own scars too, and he challenged me in more ways than I wanted.
The steamy nights with him. Tangled together in silky sheets. A burning passion that he awoke… No man had ever made me feel the way he had. His skillful touch empowered me, and I became addicted to him, craving more.
Would I lose my heart in all this, or could our arrangement blur into something more, something deeper, something that we could make work?
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My encounter with Beau Garrett was something of a miracle.
Even though we both lived in the City of Angels and worked in the movie industry, there was a million-to-one chance of us running into each other. I was at the bottom of the ladder, struggling to get any writing assignments. He was at the top, starring in the biggest movie productions.
And yet, this hot movie legend, adored by millions of fans around the world and named the “Sexiest Man Alive” last year, wanted to meet me.
“I can do this. I can make a good impression.” I drove through a quiet residential street lined with beautiful houses. As I slowed down at a red light, I wiped my sweaty hands on my black pants.
I didn’t know Beau Garrett’s intent. All I knew was that one of my writing samples had ended up in his hands. A week ago, Beau’s assistant had contacted me to set up a brunch meeting, and I had almost fallen off my chair. My best friend had played a big part in this extraordinary six degrees of separation. She had shown my movie script to her hairdresser, Sheila, who had passed it to her sister, Rachel. The latter had read it and found it so good, her husband gave it to a friend’s wife, Melany, who, while waiting in line at Ralph’s, chatted about the script with a woman who turned out to be one of Beau Garrett’s housekeepers, and she had loved the story so much, she had handed it over to Beau’s personal assistant.
The green light appeared, and I turned left on Third Avenue. The Sunday morning sun shone above the bustling city, crawling with its inhabitants getting together either for pleasure or business. The circulation was fluid, though, which allowed me plenty of time to arrive at Rainbow Swirl on schedule. Romantic songs played on the radio, making me daydream for a moment about finding the one. A while back, I had read that Beau Garrett had been divorced for the last three years and since then had hooked up with a few actresses. He was definitely not the kind of man I was looking for.
I had only optioned a couple of scripts, but so far, they hadn’t moved the needle. This meeting with Beau was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity that I couldn’t miss or ruin; otherwise, my screenwriting career would remain in a rut for years to come.
I spotted a Honda Jeep parked on the side of the road with hazard lights on and a triangle positioned behind it. A young woman was outside the vehicle, waving her arms at the passing cars. I contemplated helping her. If I stopped, I would run the risk of being late for my meeting, but I couldn’t ignore the woman’s distress either.
I pulled over behind the woman’s Jeep and exited from the passenger’s door with my purse in my hand.
“Hi, do you need help?” I asked as I came toward her.
“Oh, thank God,” she sighed in relief. She wore sports leggings and a baggy t-shirt, and her hair was swept up in a tousled ponytail.
“My car broke down, and I forgot my cellphone at home. Can I please borrow your phone?”
“Of course,” I fished the iPhone out of my purse and gave it to her.
“Thank you so much! You’re saving my life.”
While she was on the phone, I pushed my sunglasses up to wipe the sweat off my face, and my vision became blurry. I was nothing without my glasses. I put them back on my nose and nibbled at my finger, nervous of making a bad impression on Beau Garrett and messing up an opportunity of a lifetime.
After ending the call with the tow truck, the woman finally handed back the phone. “They’re coming now,” she said. “Thank you so much for stopping. I don’t know what I would have done without you.”
“Oh, don’t mention it. It’s normal.” I put the phone back into my purse and took a few steps back in the direction of my old Toyota Yaris.
“I’m such a mess,” she blubbered. “My boyfriend dumped me yesterday, and I couldn’t sleep a wink all night.”
“I’m so sorry,” I patted her arm in comfort, and my heart filled with compassion at the woman’s pain. “Do you need anything else?
Because I’m kind of in a hurry. I have a meeting.”
“Yeah, sure, I understand,” she replied, then burst into tears, her hands covering her face.
I couldn’t leave her in that state. Sunglasses perched on my nose, I checked the time. It was 10:40 a.m. on my watch, and the meeting was at 11:00. Five more minutes, and then I would leave.
“Hey, there, it’s going to be all right,” I pressed her shoulder until her tears finally subsided.
“I have no more reason to live now,” she slumped against the hood of the Jeep.
“Easy, there.” I took the stranger’s hand and sat next to her. “If the guy dumped you, it just means he’s not the one. It doesn’t mean that you’re hopeless. You might not see it right now, but your future husband is out there somewhere. All you need is to believe.”
It took a while to calm her down before I could leave. I would be late for my meeting with Beau Garrett. Did I already mess up this opportunity before it had even started?
Shoot, I was fifteen minutes late. I sprinted down Sunset Boulevard and rushed into the luxury building. Rainbow Swirl was on the top floor, and by the time I burst through the door and rushed into the lush restaurant, I was huffing and puffing. Pearls of sweat slid down my temples, and I bet my hair was a mess. I hoped that Beau Garrett would not hold my being late against me because another chance like this would never present itself again.
I leaned against the stand, catching my breath and pushing my glasses up over my nose. A redhead hostess, with a flawless bun over her head and a slender figure in a tight black dress, sashayed back behind the stand. She exuded seductive power, and I bet she had sexy, famous men at her feet. She was the kind of woman most celebrities would go after, and in a place like that, where wealthy celebrities abounded, she was in her element. I was nothing like her: I had curves in the wrong places that my exes had always criticized. Rarely did I wear sexy clothes and pay much attention to my appearance because of that. For this meeting, I was dressed in simple black pants with a loose blue blouse.
When the hostess saw me, her smile disappeared in a flash. “Hi, how can I help you, Miss? Are you lost?” she asked in a condescending tone.
Listen to this pretentious chick. She judged that I was not good enough to be in a place like that.I thrust my chest out as I said, “Hi, I’m Miss Brown, and I’m meeting Beau Garrett. You know, the movie star?”
“You are?” Her bloodshot-red-painted mouth contorted in agrimace that messed up the thick layer of foundation on her face.
If she believed it was a romantic date, all the better. While she scanned through her book, I prayed that Beau didn’t already leave.
“Oh, yes, Mr. Garrett is at his table, waiting for you. I suppose you have a professional meeting, don’t you?”
I scoffed at her assumption. “I’m late, so you’d better take me to his table at once.”
She led me inside the main space. We passed through tables draped in white cloths and occupied by a sea of chatty patrons. Rainbow Swirl was one of the most successful restaurants in town, patronized by loyal celebrities. High-ceiling glass windows framed the restaurant, gleaming in the sunlight and overlooking the mountain hills.
I spotted Beau Garrett before he could see me. He looked down at his watch, biting his lips and tapping his fingers on the table like he couldn’t wait any longer.
I was anxious to get to Beau, but before I could reach him, the hostess blocked my way, putting her long fake nails on my arm, and murmured, “Enjoy your breakfast, Miss Brown. A little headsup, though. If I were you, I wouldn’t expect more than a work relationship. You’re not his type, I am, and for your information, I still remember our night together.”
She was just a frustrated gal who had an inferiority complex. “Thank you for the heads-up, but after this meeting”—I got into her face—“I will be getting epic work opportunities while you’re stuck here trying to get your hooks into a rich patron.”
She glared at me, speechless. Filled with pride, I squared my shoulders and joined Beau.
When his gaze found mine, he stood from his seat. His piercing ocean-blue gaze trapped me, and despite all the well-known persons in the room, I couldn’t take my eyes off of him. He was even more beautiful in person, and I could not stop my heart from skipping a beat or two and sighed in delightful contentment at the sight of him. He wore a pair of Versace jeans and a rolled-up white dress shirt that revealed his golden, muscular forearms. Short, blonde hair framed his clean-shaven face, yet he had a displeased look that accentuated my nervousness. Was he upset about my being late, or was it something else?
As we shook hands, an electric current zipping through my body froze me to the spot.
“You’re late, Miss Brown.”
His deep, gruff voice landed straight down my center, stunning me. That was not part of the plan, and I needed to refocus right this second.
“You’re not the only meeting I have today.”
My cheeks flushed with embarrassment. “Hi, Mr. Garrett. I’m so sorry for being late. A woman’s car broke down on the way here, and I helped.” I hoped he was not considering calling off the meeting.
“You should know that I don’t wait for people. You’re lucky I was still here. I won’t tolerate any more tardiness. Is that clear?”
I had been late, yes, but he didn’t need to be a jerk about it. “I helped a woman in distress. I’m sure you can understand that sometimes you can slow down and lend a hand to those around you.”
He smirked. The asshole smirked. “Please, Miss Brown, have a seat.”
We settled at the table as a petite waitress with jet-black hair handed out our menus. I looked down at the list of set menus, but all I wanted was to plunge my eyes into his as if there was an invisible force inciting me. Unable to resist any longer, I stole a glance. Romantic dates and work meetings blurred in my head, and instead of keeping it purely professional, I found myself melting at his beauty. I had to remind myself that Beau Garrett would never be attracted to a woman like me and that it was unrequited love guaranteed.
His intense stare, full of unknown emotions, awakened butterflies in my belly. I pushed the glasses up my nose and looked back down at the menu to pick a meal to order.
A dark-skinned waiter, looking in his early twenties, filled up our glasses with iced water. “Good morning. How are you today?”
After we gave a polite reply, Beau took a sip of his water. “Are you finding something to your liking, Miss Brown?” He asked, his eyes locked on me.
“Um….” He meant the food, right? Because my mind definitely went somewhere else. Something was definitely to my liking, or someone, not that I would admit it out loud.
The waiter let out a chuckle as he walked away. Did he notice the blush on my cheeks? I continued scanning the menu, determined not to be distracted by the gorgeous man before me.
The waitress came back with a tablet in hand. “Are you guys ready to order?”
“What would you like, Miss Brown?” Beau asked.
Miss Brown. The way his tongue curled on my name ignited a sudden spark of desire that landed in my belly.
I cleared my throat, trying to rub out my inappropriate body response. Once again, I had to remind myself that it was only business and nothing more.
“I’ll have the All the Way Brunch,” I said to the waitress.
“I’ll have the same,” Beau handed the menus back to the waitress.
She typed our picks on her device, then, nestling a lock of hair behind her ear and flashing him a huge smile, she said, “Right away, Beau.”
Beau? I wondered if she had been intimate with him too. She was gorgeous like the hostess, so it wouldn’t surprise me if they had had sex, but a part of me got annoyed by that. Couldn’t she do her job without having to flirt with all the male patrons? Or was it just with Beau? Did she think that her life would be better if only she got hitched with a celebrity? As she stepped away, she made sure to sway her hips to attract his attention, but Beau was not looking.
“What’s on your mind?” His eyes danced with mischief.
My cheeks heated up for getting caught. I hoped that he was not able to read me. That would be so embarrassing.
“Oh, nothing. My mind just wandered.” I took a sip of my water to calm my nerves. “So, do you like coming here?”
“The food is delicious here,” he answered.
“And I bet the view isn’t bad either,” I let out, shocking myself. “I’m sorry, Mr. Garrett, I didn’t mean to imply anything by that.”
“Sure you did, but I don’t mind.”
The wicked smile that crept across his face ruffled my feathers while causing an unexpected heat to bloom between my legs. I took another sip of my water. These body reactions needed to stop.
My mind wandered as I wondered what it was like to be his girlfriend, his lover, his wife. Was he seeing someone at the moment? “So, Miss Brown—” he stopped as the waitress set our orange juice and hot drinks on the table, and once she left, he continued—“Is there a man in your life?”
“Excuse me?” I scoffed. Who did he think he was asking such a personal question? “That is none of your business!”
Beau Garrett had no shame; he kept his gaze on me as if he enjoyed embarrassing me.
“You see, Miss Brown, if you work with me, I’ll require that you be available at all times.”
What he said seemed innocent, but the unknown emotion flaring in his eyes told another story that made a fierce fire unfurl between my thighs. I squeezed them in an attempt to calm the desire.
“How are you so far?” The waitress startled me as she placed our food on the table. “Do you need anything else?”
“We’re good, thank you,” Beau replied.
As the waitress walked away, I unfolded my napkin and put it in my lap. “All you need to know, Mr. Garrett, is that I always get the job done.”
“Are you willing to do whatever it takes to do the best job?”
“Of course,” I said.
He had a funny look on his face, staring at me. What was on his mind?
“What?” I took a mouthful of my soft scrambled eggs with salmon. “Nothing. I was just wondering something. Never mind, I will have plenty of time to find out.”
What was he talking about? The desire to know his thoughts swam in my mind.
Beau stared at me, a gleam flashing in his eyes. “I have an interesting proposition for you, Miss Brown.” Despite starting off on the wrong foot, I couldn’t wait to hear more about what he had to offer. “So, I want to discuss with you a new project of mine. I’m looking for a partner to work with me and write a steamy superhero love story. I also want to star in it.”
Steamy? Hearing the word from his lips caused a sudden shiver to run down between my thighs.
“I have read your writing sample…”—he paused and sipped his coffee— “and I’m… intrigued.”
“Thank you,” I said while imagining all the doors opening for me.
“Do not thank me yet.” Where was he getting at? “I’ll be honest with you. I found your writing sample boring and lacking passion.”
“What?” I uttered, my cheeks flushing with mortification and the blow of his words leaving me speechless and bruised. That was it; Beau hated my writing. That once-in-a-lifetime opportunity fled out the window as fast as it appeared, and I was now back to square one. “I don’t understand…”
“No one ever makes progress without criticism.”
My stomach twisted in tangled knots, and I had no more appetite, no desire to finish the brunch. “I don’t understand. Why am I here if you don’t like my writing?”
He wiped his mouth with the napkin. “You misunderstood my words. I’d like to give you a chance.”
“A chance? Didn’t you find another screenwriter to your liking? Why giving me a chance?”
“Because, Miss Brown,” his disconcerting gaze swept from my face to my chest, then straight back to my eyes, “you have potential.”
“Do I now?” I shot back, trying to stifle the effect his scorching gaze had on me. “Well, Mr. Garrett, I don’t need you to know that I’ve got potential.”
“On the contrary, Miss Brown, I think you do.”
Where was he going with this? I didn’t even want to find out. I wanted to leave. Beau Garrett was an entitled jerk, convinced that his opinion mattered to me. Well, he could put his opinion up his ass.
I took a sip of my cappuccino, gathering my thoughts. “You read my best sample. What else would you need from me?”
His deep, blue gaze pierced mine, turning my body burning-hot with mixed feelings. “I want the best of the best, Miss Brown, and I can make you a better writer.”
“How? I don’t understand.” I hated his pretentious attitude and didn’t have a clue why my body reacted in the opposite direction.
“I’m not surprised by the lack of passion in your writing, to be honest. One look at you, and I would have known without reading one line of your sample. Everything about you is passionless.”
I was stunned, speechless, the hurtful remarks searing my ego.
“Look at your clothes, for example,” he continued. “Did you borrow them from your grandma?” He made me want to disappear under the thin carpet of the restaurant. “You hide behind glasses and dowdy clothes. You are scared to show yourself and impress people. What are you hiding from? I bet you have no boyfriend or husband, not that it bothers me. Am I right?”
I pushed the chair backward and shot to my feet. “I’m done.”
Beau Garrett didn’t have the right to humiliate me this way and especially around people. I deserved his respect, not his insensitive comments. Being famous and admired by millions of people didn’t entitle him to insult the people he interacted with.
“I don’t think you realize—” Beau started.
“I don’t think you realize what a fucking jerk you are,” I bit out. “I’m done, and to be honest, I’m actually relieved that this assignment didn’t work out. I would have hated collaborating with you. I’m not interested in working with jerks like you.”
The waitress approached with a carafe filled with orange juice. I grabbed it from her hands and threw the liquid at Beau Garrett, splashing it on his expensive outfit. “Thank you for wasting both our times.”
The waitress gasped in horror. “Oh my gosh, Beau. Would you like me to call security?”
“That won’t be necessary,” he replied. “Thank you.”
Gasps and whispers from a patchwork of famous people erupted across the room, intensifying the humiliation coursing through my veins.
As I ran past the hostess, she smirked at me and said, “How are those epic work opportunities of yours now?”
I darted out of the restaurant, tears bubbling in my throat. Never in my entire life had I been demeaned that way, and after that unfortunate encounter, I only wished one thing: to stay away from Beau Garrett.