Breaking Hollywood is a a hot and hilarious standalone romance from New York Times bestselling author Samantha Towle...
It wasn't supposed to be like this...
I wasn't supposed to be boyfriendless, homeless and jobless at twenty-eight. And I most definitely wasn't supposed to hit Hollywood's resident bad boy Gabriel Evans with my car and break his foot.
Now I'm stuck in his apartment, taking care of him while he's incapacitated. Living with the hottest guy in Hollywood, who I've had a crush on forever, doesn't sound like a chore, right? Wrong.
Gabriel Evans is rude, crude, drinks way too much and, as soon as his foot is healed, I'm out of here.
So, why do I keep forgetting to check the classifieds? And keep getting flustered when I see him shirtless? Breaking Hollywood wasn't part of the plan. But neither was falling in love with him.
'Breaking Hollywood is romantic comedy at its best. It's laugh-out-loud funny, incredibly sexy, sweetly heartfelt and unadulterated fun... You'll be smitten with everything about this entertaining, steamy and feel-good romance' USA Today's Happy Ever After
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- Original Title:Breaking Hollywood
- Author:Samantha Towle
- Rating:8.08 / 10
- Publisher:Published October 3rd 2017 by Headline Eternal
Don’t you dare cry, Ava Simms.
You’ve gotten through harder things than losing your job.
I’ve lost my job.
Shit. I’ve lost my job.
My boyfriend left me a month ago. I’m homeless as of tomorrow. And, now, I have no job.
Okay. I’m going to cry.
My lip wobbles, and tears start to run from my eyes.
With my heels clicking loudly across the tiled floor of the lobby, I speed walk out of the building, ignoring the receptionist’s curious eyes on me.
Pushing through the rotating door, I’m out of there. Head down, I rush around to the side of the building where my car is parked.
I climb in, shutting the door behind me, and toss my bag on the passenger seat. I jab my key in the ignition and turn the engine on.
I just want to go home.
But I don’t have a home anymore. No...