What price would you pay for fame?
Scriptwriter Talia knows ambition: she sees it in the mirror every day. But working with the worldâs biggest divas should come with a health-warning. And when she finds herself in actress Tamaraâs bad books, her own claws donât look so sharp anymoreâ¦
Suddenly, Taliaâs back to looking up at the stars â and even more determined to take her place among them. And when she lands a job with Alex Golden - legendary womanizer, LA bad-boy and Hollywoodâs hottest property - it looks like she could be on her way up. So long as she steers clear of Alexâs scandalous propositionsâ¦
But Talia hasnât nearly seen the worst that ambition can do. Because the road to fame may glitter⦠but itâs no easy ride. And in a world where winner takes all, some people will stop at nothing to claim their prize.
Remember My Name
Havana Adams
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HAVANA ADAMS
is a London girl who left her heart in New York City and she spends a lot of time plotting trips back across the pond. Growing up she was most often found with her head in a book, glued to a television or sneaking off to the cinema. And today, not much has changed. When sheâs not plotting novels, Havana works in the film and TV industry. Havana loves visiting new places and travelling the world as inspiration for her writing. Sheâs also a keen runner, baker and foodie.
Iâd like to thank Rowan Lawton whose encouragement and feedback on the first few chapters spurred me on to finish the first draft.
A big thank you to the NANOWRIMO community, who every year give me the kick I need to sit down and get writing.
Iâd also like to thank my friends, many of whom were the first readers of my manuscript, for their continued support, pep talks and general awesomeness. Thanks to Destiny, Bryony, Monique, Karen, Vicky.
Most importantly, big thanks to my family for putting up with me and for being hugely supportive of my efforts, listening to a lot of writing and ideas talk and always being there at GDIAK moments.
To my friends and family for believing in me and for all their support.
PROLOGUE
On the night, aged 26, that he was catapulted from obscurity, from jobbing theatre actor and TV bit-part player to Oscar winner, Alex Golden looked out at the great and good of Hollywood. He stared beyond the flashing lights and cameras at the legends of the silver screen, he imagined the millions, perhaps billions watching the telecast of the ceremony, and the words of his grandfather came to mind.
âSon,â heâd once counselled Alex, âthe thing about peaking too soon, is the certain knowledge that the only place to go is down.â
Alex shrugged off the pessimistic thought and loped towards the podium in a long, easy stride, oozing the confidence and charisma that would go on to make him a household name.
âThank you,â he said in that husky voice that would make him the favourite of women, gays and schoolgirls the world over.
Later, it wouldnât be the words that heâd uttered on that stage that ensured that everybody remembered his name, instead it would be those piercing blue eyes, framed by thick, dark lashes, the English accent that added gravitas, the easy smile that showed that he didnât take himself too seriously. In short, Alex Goldenâs acceptance speech â witty, assured, relaxed â announced him as Hollywoodâs newest star.