Out
Now – Love Through a Lens by Lucy Felthouse (@cw1985) #romance #erorom
#maytodecember
Blurb:
Celine Patterson is a recent graduate eager
to begin her career as a camerawoman—with the fashion world and all its glitz
and glamour calling to her. Things aren’t that simple, however, and she’s
forced to take a job making a documentary in the Peak District countryside with
a mid-list British actor.
In spite of her initial disappointment—not
only is the job not what she wanted, the pay is appalling, too—Celine warms to
the project. The actor she’s working with, Edward Robson, is kind, considerate,
funny and a consummate professional. She realizes she can learn a great deal
from him, and resolves to do so.
As the days of the shoot pass by, Celine
grows increasingly fond of Edward, and that fondness quickly goes beyond the
platonic. Convinced her crush is completely one-sided—he’s over three decades
her senior, for starters—she tries hard to ignore it, hoping the feelings will
go away.
But then something happens to change
Celine’s opinion, and flip her world upside-down. How will she react? And can
she emerge from this project with both her career and her heart intact?
Note: Love Through a Lens has
been previously released as part of the Sweet
Sensations boxed set.
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*****
Excerpt:
Celine gritted her teeth and hung tightly
onto the straps of her backpack as she forced one foot in front of the other up
the steep incline. Her heart felt like it was going to explode from her chest,
and her lungs screamed with the effort of providing her oxygen supply. Really,
she needed to stop, to catch her breath, regain some equilibrium. But Edward
was already way ahead of her, striding powerfully along as though their chosen
path were perfectly flat. He had a huge backpack of his own, too, which didn’t
seem to be slowing him down a jot.
But then, this was the difference between
the two of them—or one of the differences, anyway. Edward Robson, mid-list
British actor, was also a very keen outdoorsman, and probably did these kinds
of walks all the time—with or without a camera being pointed at him.
Celine Patterson, however, was a different
story altogether. Newly graduated from university, she’d struggled to find
filming work in her preferred field—fashion—and so she’d had to cast her net
wider. Incredibly wide, as it happened.
With hindsight, it was easy to see why
she’d gotten the job with Edward—nobody else had wanted it. Not a damn soul.
Traipsing around the Peak District wasn’t so bad, but add in heavy camera
equipment, camping gear, food, clothing, maps, plans, GPS unit, satellite phone
and makeup—for Edward, not for her—and a nice walk suddenly became a grueling
trek. The money was poor, too, especially considering she was the only member
of Edward’s crew. Could a single person even be called a crew? Or was she just
a dogsbody?
She’d had no choice. It was this job or
nothing. Crap money or no money. And, most importantly, this credit on her CV
or no credit at all. She knew she had to start racking the credits and
references up soon, if she wanted to get ahead in the highly competitive field.
So here she was, dragging herself up a
heart attack inducing hill in the wake of an actor-cum-presenter. At least the
project was interesting; they were checking out sites of myths, legends and
ghost stories, that kind of thing. Edward was nice, too—kind, polite and pretty
funny. Even better, it wasn’t raining. Overall, things could be a damn sight
worse. She could be working with animals or children—or even both. And she’d
heard many times over that they were the absolute worst.
She was still convincing herself that
things weren’t that bad after all, when she glanced up and came to an abrupt
halt as she realized there was a crotch practically in her face. Snapping her
head up so fast it made her neck hurt, she made eye contact with Edward, who
was standing a couple of paces farther up the slope, hence the awkward
face-to-crotch angle. Her already hot face blazed with embarrassment. For once,
she hoped the fact she was overheated would hide her mortification. The slight
breeze that blew was doing nothing to lower her temperature.
*****
Author
Bio:
Lucy Felthouse is the award-winning author
of erotic romance novels Stately
Pleasures (named in the top 5 of Cliterati.co.uk’s 100 Modern Erotic
Classics That You’ve Never Heard Of, and an Amazon bestseller) and Eyes Wide Open (an Amazon bestseller). Including novels, short stories and
novellas, she has over 140 publications to her name. She owns Erotica For All, is book editor for Cliterati, and is one eighth of The Brit Babes. Find out more about
her writing at http://lucyfelthouse.co.uk,
or on Twitter and Facebook. You can also subscribe
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