Do you enjoy books which make you laugh? Yes! A resounding Yes! Now this isn't talking about joke books or books which are silly. But books which feature strong characters, amazing story lines and unconventional situations. Those are the books which tug my interest. I love books which make me unable to stop reading but when an author adds in situations which make me laugh out loud, I fall in love!
Celia Mulder's latest release, Celebrity Spin Doctor does that! Her heroine has some unfortunate accidents along the way to keep her clients safe from harsh gossip. When one of the clients is implicated in a kidnapping, she grabs her purse and tags along to keep everyone safe. Hilarity ensues! I couldn't stop reading until the very last word. Now you can grab the book and find out for yourself.
Remember when country star, Christy-Anne, had the leaked sex tape?
No one else does either. All thanks to Lucille Anton, undercover PR agent for troublesome celebrities. They screw up, she covers up. Business is good and Lucille’s good at it. But all that changes when international superstar Michel Polce approaches her with the toughest case of her career—his fiancée is trying to kill him and he doesn’t want anyone to know.
Brett Jacobs is at rock bottom of, well, everything. But he pulls himself out of his grimy apartment to attend a party with his former best friend, Michel Polce. Little does he know he’s about to be introduced to the most fascinating, unattainable woman he’s ever met in his life. And the only way to get close to her is to convince her, and himself, to help Michel.
The mission is clear—find the fiancée, tell her to stop trying to kill Michel, and make sure no one knows. But with an ex-boyfriend popping up at inconvenient moments, a fugitive uncle who can’t stay away, and some ill-timed sexacapades, this ordeal is more than any of them bargained for.
The plane jerked and he fell backwards into Lucille’s lap. Lucille woke up with a shriek, just as Brett covered her mouth with his uninjured hand. She glared at him and nipped his palm.
“That’s not going to work on me, sweetheart. I have sisters,” Brett said. He felt Lucille close her mouth, her lips barely touching him. He lowered his hand.
“Get off me,” she growl-whispered.
“In a moment. I’m not very steady yet.” Actually, he couldn’t feel his legs. He knew they were there because he could see them, but they weren’t responding to his brain. “Where are we?”
“You’re really heavy. I can’t feel my legs.” Lucille gave him a push.
“Me neither. Scoot over, this is a huge seat.” Brett nudged her to the right side and maneuvered his own body between her and the armrest, his left arm on top. They ended up half lying next to each other, with Brett’s injured arm between them, like lovers in a hospital bed.
“Why am I doing this?” Lucille asked him.
“Because neither of our legs are working.”
“Hmm. The feeling’s coming back to mine.”
Brett felt her move her legs experimentally. She grimaced at the sting of renewed circulation. His legs felt fine already but he wasn’t going to mention that. Or move just yet.
“What the fuck were you doing?” she asked him. They were so close together he could feel her breath on his face when she talked.
“I was trying to punch Michel in the face.”
Lucille nodded a little. “Any particular reason?”
“This time? For kidnapping me and putting me on a plane in the middle of the night. Plus, the whole me-nearly-getting-murdered-in-his-house thing.”
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