The Reunion – The epic film critics repute to be on the scale of the most memorable productions of past and present generations.

Director, Producer, and English thespian Sir Garret Harrison has little patience for the politics of Hollywood. To get what he wants, he harbors no qualms with utilizing the power his name holds; especially in regard to the wooing of his leading ladies.

When he chooses an unknown for the role of heroine, he believes the conquest will be short and sweet. Amy Burke, however, shows herself as anything but a paper doll waiting for his supposed flair of style.

To Garrett’s surprise, her resistance sweetens the chase. But when she finally surrenders to his charm, will he admit to his own defeat?

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Excerpt:

Renee entered to find Amy sitting content on the couch, softly smiling as she twirled a lock of hair around her finger and read her usual novel. Something about the smile made Renee suspicious. She put the boxes of Chinese food on the bar counter, relieved herself of her shoes, coat, keys, and purse, and dropped down beside Amy with a deep breath.

“So, who did you kill and where’s the body?”

Amy lowered the novel with wide eyes. “Kill? Body? What are you talking about?”

“Yesterday you were moping. This morning you were distracted and still moping. Now? For lack of a better cliché, you look like the cat that ate the canary.”

Amy closed her book and hugged it against her chest. “I have.”

Renee arched an eyebrow. “Okay, I’m severely creeped out now.”

Amy chuckled and leaned forward to place the book on the coffee table. “Renee, what I’m going to tell you will likely shock you right to death.”

Renee crossed her arms. “Try me.”

“Sir Garret Harrison is coming for dinner tomorrow.”

Renee’s eyes narrowed. “Why?”

“For one, we’ve set up rehearsal times all of this week. For two, I invited him.”

“Why?”

“Because I would like to get to know him better,” Amy said patiently. “And I think you should too.”

“Why?”

Amy laughed. “Because believe it or not, he’s a nice man. I think you two would get along great, if you gave him half a chance.”

“Humph.”

Amy gave Renee’s arm a gentle shove. “If you promise to be nice to him tomorrow, I’ll ask Mark Frasier to stay for dinner too.”

Renee’s arms went fast to her sides as her eyes widened. “The Mark Frasier? You’re kidding!”

Amy shook her head. “Nope.”

Renee pulled Amy into a tight embrace. “Oh my gosh! Mark Frasier!”

Amy laughed.