How to Sleep with a Movie Star

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When Claire lands the plum assignment of interviewing Hollywood's #1 hottie, she knows better than to mix business with pleasure, yet the next morning she wakes up in his bed--without her clothes. The tabloids pick up the story, and she learns that not everything printed is true.
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Overview

When Claire lands the plum assignment of interviewing Hollywood's #1 hottie, she knows better than to mix business with pleasure, yet the next morning she wakes up in his bed--without her clothes. The tabloids pick up the story, and she learns that not everything printed is true.
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Publishers Weekly
Harmel's modern-day fairy tale, her debut novel, takes a look at celebrity worship and women's magazines through the somewhat starstruck, somewhat skeptical eyes of self-described "nice girl" Claire Reilly, a 26-year-old entertainment editor at Mod magazine. After Claire catches her freeloading boyfriend, Tom, sleeping with another woman, she goes on an uncharacteristic bender, drowning her sorrows in tequila shots. At the bar, she runs into movie star Cole Brannon, whom she interviewed that morning for Mod. Cole kindly ministers to a weepy, drunken Claire and even follows her home to make sure Tom is gone. Cole is so perfect he's almost dull--and Claire's nemesis, beauty and fashion director Sidra DeSimon, is cartoonishly malicious, but Claire's frenzied narrative keeps the story interesting. Sidra leaks a rumor about Claire and Cole to the tabloids and fabricates a Mod article-with Claire's byline attached-about their alleged one-night-stand. But a red carpet confrontation sets Claire and Cole's reconciliation in motion, and the young editor has to weigh her job against the possibility of lasting love. Mod never had a chance. (Feb.) Copyright 2005 Reed Business Information.
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Fashion magazine girl interviews hot actor guy, then the whole world thinks they slept together. Harmel's debut can occasionally be less than irritating, quite an achievement given the exhausted field of books featuring love-starved employees of New York-based women's magazines. Claire Reilly is a good Southern girl who works as a celebrity reporter at Mod, a sort of Marie Claire clone in a circulation death struggle with Cosmopolitan. Living with a boyfriend who does little but work on a seemingly endless novel, Claire is already sexually frustrated when she finds out she's going to interview Cole Brannon. Yes, the Cole Brannon, the charmingly naif superstar Hollywood hunk who, after hanging out with Claire, comes off as some combination of Jesus Christ and Brad Pitt. Claire's heart goes pitter-pat, even though she knows nothing will ever happen: he the big movie star, she the mere mortal. In a scenario lifted practically whole from the movie Sliding Doors, Claire's own relationship collapses, sending her despondently drunk into the night. A bar initially provides succor, only said bar also contains a still charming and down-to-earth Cole, whom the plastered Claire promptly vomits on. After coming to in his bed-nothing happens, he's a gentleman-Claire must confront confused feelings about Cole, whom gossip rags tell her is a raging sex fiend, and also navigate the tense waters back at the magazine, where uber-bitch editor Sidra is out for Claire's head; maybe a fabricated tabloid scandal about an unethical reporter sleeping with her interviewee will do the trick?Stale office politics, predictable crises and strangely priggish attitudes; if this book were a person, it would be nervouslytucking hair behind its ear, wondering if the reader thinks it's showing too much skin.
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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9780446694476
  • Publisher: Grand Central Publishing
  • Publication date: 2/16/2006
  • Pages: 336
  • Sales rank: 685,972
  • Product dimensions: 5.25 (w) x 8.00 (h) x 1.00 (d)

Meet the Author

Kristin Harmel is the author of four women's fiction novels. She also reports for People magazine, and her work has appeared in magazines including Glamour, Runner's World, Woman's Day, American Baby, and Men's Health. She's also the author of two novels for teens. Kristin Harmel lives in Orlando, Florida.
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How to Sleep with a Movie Star


By Kristin Harmel

5 SPOT

Copyright © 2006 Kristin Harmel
All right reserved.

ISBN: 0-446-69447-9


Chapter One

10 Reasons to Have a One-Night Stand

Surely nothing good had ever come out of a one-night stand.

Except in a one-night stand, you actually got to have sex. Which was more than I could say for myself right now. It had been twenty-nine-days. Twenty-nine days.

Which would be okay if I were single. But I had a boyfriend. A live-in, sleep-in-my-bed boyfriend. That made the twenty-nine-days figure rather pathetic.

It wasn't helping that the headline "10 Reasons to Have a One-Night Stand" was splashed across the top of my computer screen. I stared at the words blankly, wondering if they were purposely taunting me. I didn't necessarily agree that there were ten or even five reasons that anyone should consider such a thing, but that wasn't the biggest problem.

It would be bad enough to be reading a self-esteem-stomping, flaky article about going out and getting laid by a random guy. It was worse when I was the one who had to actually write the article.

Besides, in my past experience, there was no reason in the world anyone should encourage that kind of thing. You always woke up the next morning with a hangover, dark circles under your eyes, and a strange guy in your bed who was bound to mumble something like, "You were great last night,Candi, baby," when your name was clearly Claire.

I must have been mumbling my protests audibly, for Wendy, Mod magazine's assistant features editor, popped up over the wall of my cubicle, an eyebrow arched. The first time I'd laid eyes on her a year and a half ago on my first day at Mod, she had looked somewhat nondescript to me. Then she'd smiled at me for the first time, and I was nearly blinded by a seemingly endless display of pearly whites. I'd been powerless to keep from grinning back. If you put Julia Roberts's smile on a younger Kathy Bates's face, you'd come pretty close to approximating Wendy, who had quickly developed into my closest friend.

Since she had dyed her hair red, the latest in a bimonthly series of shades that had little to do with her natural color, she'd looked suspiciously like she was beginning to channel the hamburger queen who shared her name. Today I was momentarily distracted by the neon-green scarf she had tied around her neck, which seemed to have nothing to do with her fitted black tee from Nobu, one of New York's trendiest restaurants, or her pleated red schoolgirl skirt. But I'd long since given up trying to figure out Wendy's style.

"Problem?" she asked wickedly. I couldn't resist responding to her mile-wide smile. I grinned back.

She knew I was having a problem all right. I'd unleashed a flood of complaints this morning about Mod's editor-in-chief, Margaret Weatherbourne, as the elevator whisked us silently up to the forty-sixth floor. Beneath her seemingly flawless Upper East Side exterior, Margaret had been a bit off-kilter since the release of the recent circulation figures that had put our biggest competitor, Cosmopolitan, at 3 million while Mod stayed steady at 2.6 Million. (This was still a notch ahead of Glamour's 2.4 million. Thank goodness, or Margaret probably would have tossed all of us out her forty-sixth-floor wall of windows.) She had been spotted more than once mumbling words that wouldn't befit her classy persona in the general direction of Cosmo's offices eleven blocks up Broadway.

At our weekly editorial meeting on Monday, she had announced that this was war. If it was the last thing she did, we would beat Cosmopolitan in circulation next quarter.

So I suppose it shouldn't have completely blindsided me when she called me into her office at 6 p.m. last night to tell me she'd had a brilliant idea and wanted to crash the August issue with a story about how wonderful one-night stands were for a twenty-first-century girl's self-esteem. Apparently this would be a circulation-raising feat that would restore Margaret to the status of Supreme Fashion Goddess of New York.

"But they're not good for self-esteem," I said flatly. The magazine was going to press on Monday morning, which meant that I'd have to turn around her latest ridiculous idea in less than forty-eight hours if I had any hope of having a weekend free from work.

Besides, I was just about the last person on the Mod staff who should be writing the article. Sure, I'd had my share of wickedly fun one-night stands in college (not that I'd admit it to just anyone) but I'd like to think that at twenty-six, I was past that. Besides, there was the fact that I'd been dating my boyfriend, Tom, for over a year now. (Even if he didn't technically appear to be sleeping with me at the moment. I was convinced it was just a fluke, or maybe a phase.)

So what did I know about one-night stands?

It wasn't even my department. As Mod's entertainment editor, I was responsible for all of the magazine's celebrity profiles. I just happened to be the only editor still in the building, and my reputation as the "nice girl" had seemingly convinced Margaret that I would take on impossible projects without putting up a fight.

Note to self: Plan to reconsider reputation as the nice girl.

"Yes they are," Margaret said, of course offering no examples or proof to support her point that one-night stands were suddenly chic and "in." Her green eyes blazed, and for a moment I thought I would see fire shoot from her nostrils.

"One-night stands?" I asked finally.

"One-night stands," she echoed cheerfully. She waved a slender hand in the air with a dramatic flourish. "They're so in. They give the woman the power." I grimaced. Like she'd know. The only thing that had given her "the power" was that her mother's fourth husband (whom she still called "Daddy"-despite the fact that she was in her forties) owned Smith-Baker Media, Mod's parent company.

"Power?" I repeated. I tried to think back to a time when one of my college one-night stands had made me feel powerful, but I was at a bit of a loss. Margaret glared at me over the top of her custom rimless Prada glasses, complete with diamond-studded arms, that had no doubt cost more than I was spending each month on rent.

"Just do it, Claire," she said firmly. "The magazine is closing in four days, and I want this article in there. And you'll write it." Before I could open my mouth to ask the obvious, she said with unmistakable finality, "Because I said so."

That's how I'd landed at my desk on a Thursday morning with a headache and a seemingly impossible task before me. The fact that I seemed to have no recent experience in the field of sex or anything sex related was only making matters worse.

"That screen still looks pretty blank to me," Wendy said over the cubicle, winking at me as I slumped over my keyboard and banged my head against my desk. Wendy had wrapped August earlier in the week-we all had-and was already working on September. Other than the layout people, who were rushing at the last minute to include room for the one-night-stand article and splash a teaser for it across the cover, I was the only Mod staffer scrambling to finish up for August on such a tight deadline.

"What can you say about a one-night stand?" I moaned, rolling my eyes at Wendy. It was pretty much common knowledge that I was the least sexually advanced of anyone in Mod's offices, due to an inexplicable dating drought B.T. (Before Tom.) Wendy, on the other hand, was to sexual liberation what Manolo Blahnik was to shoes-a fearless leader and trendsetter, not to mention a face for a movement.

"Oh, I could say plenty," Wendy said, tossing her red curls over her shoulder and readjusting her Day-Glo scarf. "I mean, I could go out and do field research. Think Mod would pick up the tab?" She winked again at me. "In fact, I have a hot date tonight. Maybe I can test your theory then."

"A date? With a waiter?" I asked innocently. Wendy nodded excitedly, and I rolled my eyes.

"Pablo," she said, putting her right hand over her heart and doing a little twirl. "From Caffe Linda on Forty-ninth Street. He's so sexy."

"You think anyone in an apron who takes your order and brings you food is sexy," I muttered, trying not to smile. Wendy laughed. Around the office, we called her a "serial waiter dater," a title she wore as proudly as Miss America wore her crown. Wendy was an aspiring chef who was convinced that culinary greatness would one day be magically bestowed upon her if she ate out every night at Manhattan's top restaurants, sampling the creations of the city's best chefs.

As a result, she barely had enough money for rent and was in massive credit card debt, but she had an endless supply of waiters whom she somehow managed to seduce somewhere between her salad course and dessert. I still couldn't figure out how she did it. I was thinking of asking her for lessons.

"See, I'd be the perfect one to write this article," Wendy said. Well, I couldn't argue there. "Hey, you can write me off if you want, but my first piece of advice would be to drop Tom and go out and do some field research." Wendy raised an eyebrow at me. "How often do you get to explain a one-night stand to yourself by saying that you just had to do it for work?"

"You just want me to drop Tom," I said, wrinkling my nose at her. Wendy had never liked him. I trusted her-she was my best friend-but that didn't mean she was always right. And even if she was getting laid a lot more than I was, I didn't necessarily want to live like her, hopping from one man's bed to the next in a dizzying array that read like a Zagat's guide.

Although on day 29 of my inadvertent reborn-virgin status, I had to admit, there was a certain appeal to her dating philosophy.

My friends back home in suburban Atlanta, where I had spent my entire childhood, were marrying off left and right, and at almost twenty-seven, I was experiencing the first symptoms of feeling like an old maid. With a closetful of useless taffeta in all the colors of the matrimonial rainbow, I was beginning to give new meaning to the saying "Always a bridesmaid, never a bride." Of course by New York standards, I was years too young to worry about marriage. But by the standards of the South I was already over the hill, matrimonially speaking. At friends' weddings (which now seemed to take place on a bimonthly basis), I was already hearing the sad whispers and standing on the receiving end of the pitying glances reserved for the eternally unmarriageable.

I had confided last month to the most recent of my newlywed friends that I thought Tom might be "The One." And I really did feel that way, don't get me wrong. After all, we were both writers, he made me laugh, we had lots of fun together.... It seemed so logical.

Of course, this was mere hours after my mother had taken me aside and reminded me, "Claire, you can't be too picky, you know. You're not getting any younger."

Thanks, Mom.

"He doesn't even have a job," Wendy said simply, snapping me out of the beginnings of a daydream about my own nuptials.

"He's writing a novel," I said, shrugging with what I hoped looked like nonchalance. I knew I sounded like a broken record, but I pressed on. "He needs the time to work on it. He's a really great writer, you know. He's always working really hard on it at home."

Wendy sighed.

"And it's totally normal that he doesn't want to sleep with you?" she asked gently. As my best friend, Wendy had, of course, heard the full and unfortunate details of my dry spell.

"It's just a phase," I muttered. Okay, so I didn't entirely believe the words myself, but they sounded good. "Anyhow, I think maybe he has a sleeping disorder or something. I mean, he sleeps all the time. Maybe it has nothing to do with me. Maybe I should suggest that he see a doctor."

"Maybe," Wendy said after a moment. She smiled at me mischievously. "Or maybe you should just go out and test this one-night-stand theory."

I rolled my eyes and turned resignedly back to the computer, trying to ignore her giggles. I gritted my teeth and tried to think about sex, which wasn't too hard, considering it had absorbed just about every one of my waking thoughts for the past few weeks.

***

By the end of the day, I had managed to dash off two thousand words I didn't really believe in and that didn't sound much different from any of the nearly identical "How to Please Your Man" articles we pushed on readers each month. Not that I didn't think you could find useful information within the pages of Mod-in fact, I'd read it religiously every month even before I worked here-but let's face it: We weren't solving any real problems here. At the end of the day, there would still be tensions in the Middle East, civil strife in Colombia, and kids dying of hunger in Sub-Saharan Africa. But at least our readers were wearing the right shades of lipstick, buying skirts with the right hemlines, and learning things like how one-night stands could raise their self-esteem.

In other words, all the important things.

This isn't exactly what I visualized doing when I graduated from college. I'd been the kind of English-lit dork who preferred a night with Joan Didion or Tom Wolfe to a day lounging by the pool with the latest issue of Vogue. And despite the crash course in the merits of Michael Kors, Chloe, and Manolo Blahnik that I'd received during my first week at Mod, I was, to the chagrin of many of my coworkers, still mostly a Gap girl. With the notable exceptions of the two pairs of Seven jeans I'd fallen in love with and the six Amy Tangerine designer tees I'd developed an obsession for in the last year, most of my clothes were from the sale racks of the Gap, Banana Republic, Macy's juniors department, or the ever-popular cheap chic of Forever 21 or H&M. The fifteen dollars max I usually spent on a T-shirt was a far cry from the $180 some of my coworkers spent on a white tee that could just as easily have come from Fruit of the Loom.

Thankfully, the atmosphere wasn't anything like that of the high fashion magazines where a few of my classmates from college worked. They had all been promptly assimilated and now had matching haircuts, matching Fendi and Louis Vuitton bags for every season, and wardrobes that consisted only of the most expensive and trendy designer clothes. Margaret just asked that we look presentable, polished, and stylish, which I usually didn't have a problem with, even on my admittedly meager salary.

After all, I had to look the part if I was going to interact with the fabulously wealthy A-list set. I'd made the mistake my first year at People of dressing professionally but without much of a stylish edge, and I'd quickly learned my lesson. Spending a bit more on designer items-even if I could afford just a scarf to pair with less impressive non-designer threads-would go a long way. When you were an actress decked out in tens-of-thousands-of-dollars of diamonds, strutting down the red carpet, there was just something about a reporter wearing a Gucci scarf that made you just a bit more likely to stop and chat. Sad, right? But those were the rules of the game.

And the articles. Sheesh, the articles. Don't get me wrong-I love what I do. I love getting inside people's heads (even if those heads often belong to vacuous celebrities) and finding out what they're thinking, what they're worrying about, what makes them tick. So the job as senior celebrity editor of Mod fits me with a perfection that might surprise you, considering I originally had my sights set on the lofty literary world of The New Yorker.

But it's the other articles, the in-between assignments that a Prada-clad Margaret dumps on my desk at the last minute, that drive me crazy. I mean, there are only so many ways you can address your readers' "Most Intimate Sex Questions" (clue: they're not so intimate anymore when 2.6 million women are reading about them); the truth behind "How to Drop Those Last Five Pounds" (um, exercise and eat less-duh); and the ever-popular "How to Know If He Likes You" (well, men who like a woman usually want to sleep with that woman-wait, should I be taking notes here?).

Even the celeb interviews have their moments, when I wish I could just bury my head in Jane Austen and slink back to my college English class with my tail between my legs.

(Continues...)



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  • Posted October 8, 2011

    Fun!

    Such a fun story, makes you smile! If you like chicklit, you will enjoy Harmel's works!

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted September 28, 2011

    Cute easy read

    First book on my nook funny and easy to read had some LOL moments talented author

    1 out of 2 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted May 21, 2011

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    Fun read

    This is the 2nd book I have read by this author, was a good book, took a little while to get into it, but once you do you cant put it down. Loved the ending. Worth buying, you wont regret it.

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted July 16, 2012

    Seems gross

    Plus this has s** in it so i am not so shure that i would vlike it neither would my parents. If u r 13 years old or younger do not read. This vis a good book for high schoolers a great summer read but if u r 13 years or youger ask ur parents first

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  • Anonymous

    Posted February 6, 2010

    Wonderful Book, Amazing Author!

    I bought this book after reading Italian For Beginners, also by Harmel. I was a little skeptical at first and thought that it may be totally different because of the title, but I was wrong and so glad that I got past the title to read this story. It was nothing too heavy, but it was fun and well written and just what I was looking for. I would definably recommend this book and all the other Kristen Harmel books. They seem light and fluffy but I think there is a really good message in them too, even if they do end with a happily ever after.

    0 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted April 19, 2008

    EasyRead Fun Chick-lit :)

    Kristen Harmel is an outstanding author. This book made me laugh so hard, i actually cried at the end with the 'George Clooney Ad' (enough said, i wont give it away!)It was a sweet girl-meets-boy-out-of-her-league-and-they-fall-in-love romantic comedy, and possibly one of my favorites!

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  • Anonymous

    Posted March 5, 2008

    love this book

    i couldn't stop reading it!!! i had to finish it the day i started it, great and easy read. really makes you imagine. haha

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  • Anonymous

    Posted November 25, 2007

    Cheesy Alert!!!!

    I got this book because of all the great customer reviews, and also because it was only about $4. Total waste of $4. I actually threw this in the trash when I was done with it, it annoyed me so much. It's just your basic cheesy story of a girl who works at a magazine. If I have to read another lame book about a girl who works at a magazine I will scream. On the upside- the author does have storytelling talent, she just needs to think of something more interesting.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted November 5, 2007

    good book

    I thought when picking this up that it would end up to be another typical chick lit story that I couldn't really get into. Boy, was I wrong. I couldn't put this book down. I really really enjoyed this book!

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  • Anonymous

    Posted September 12, 2006

    Smart, Funny, Sweet

    This book was well-written, hilarious, and adorable! Very realistic situations and characters. I can't wait for her next book, 'The Blond Theory' to come out!

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  • Anonymous

    Posted July 12, 2006

    A Great Summer Read

    If you want a great book to read this summer, you've found it! It's a quick read and very addicting. With charming characters and hilarious dilemmas, you won't be able to put it down. I would highly recommend this!!

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  • Anonymous

    Posted May 2, 2006

    I loved it!

    This book was like Notting Hill in a book -- but reversed. I loved it. The main character is so normal that it was easy to imagine being her. She learns a lot as she has a bad experience with a boyfriend and starts realizing she has feelings for a movie star, Cole Brannon . . . feelings she can't have because it would be unprofessional. After all, she interviewed him for her job at a magazine. I laughed out loud so many time through this book. You will not believe the situations this girl gets herself into! I couldnt put it down and finished the whole book in four and a half hours. I couldn't stop. Definitely recommended!!

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  • Anonymous

    Posted March 20, 2006

    Good read

    This was a good story, and a quick read. The only flaw would be the one dimensionality of Cole's character. I think this is partially due to the limitations of the first person narration but I think his character could have been better fleshed out. He was a little mary sue perfect which makes him loveable but in a purely superficial way.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted March 10, 2006

    'Mod'ern Cinderella

    Good story, but at times it was a bit predictable. Sometimes I felt like I could relate to the story and that this was something that might actually happen but other times it was too 'happily ever after.' Great for a day of lighthearted reading.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted February 5, 2006

    How to Sleep with a Movie Star

    I loved this book. Picked it up one morning and read it THE ENTIRE WAY THROUGH. I could not put it down. Claire Reilly is a totally ordinary girl who gets caught up in a funny situation, and it's such a great time finding out what happens!

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  • Anonymous

    Posted February 2, 2006

    How to Sleep with a Movie Star

    You will LOVE this book. I couldn't put it down! I read the first couple of pages one morning, and ended up spending the rest of the day reading, until I finished it!! A real page-turner - funny and real and very well-written.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted January 16, 2006

    Great look inside celebs -- and normal single people

    Claire Reilly, the celebrity editor at a women's magazine, is sweet and naiive -- so naiive, in fact, that she doesn't realize that her boyfriend is a complete idiot. But then things go terribly wrong in her love life, she tries to drown her sorrows because she doesn't know what else to do, and she somehow winds up in the bed of America's favorite movie star, who she had interviewed earlier for her magazine. Nothing happens -- he just takes her home because he doesn't know what else to do when she passes out -- but the tabloids get a hold of the story, and they totally blow it out of proportion. Claire thinks her life is ruined! But wait until you see the chain of events this one night kicks off! I couldn't put this book down, and at the end, I felt like I had really lived the life of someone whose brush with fame changes her whole life. Have you ever thought about what it would be like to have some kind of romantic entanglement with a celebrity? If you have, this is the book for you! It moved fast, was very witty and funny, and I couldn't put it down! Highly recommended!

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  • Anonymous

    Posted December 28, 2005

    Next Summer's Beach Read

    Good plot development, realistic people (yes, Sidra deSimon worked at a lot of places before MOD magazine, because we all know of her type), and graphic descriptions of celebrities and celebrity groupies gives this book a leg up on all the post-Devil Wears Prada plotlines coming at you this Spring. Kristin Harmel writes well and doesn't get too bogged down with the illusion of writing for a magazine. Get the paperback edition, it will let the beach sand fall gracefully out.

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  • Posted December 9, 2008

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    lighthearted chick lit romp

    Earlier that day, twenty six years old Mod Magazine entertainment editor Claire Reilly interviewed movie star Cole Brannon. Soon afterward, she goes home to find her live-in boyfriend Tom sleeping with another woman. She throws the womanizing moocher out of her home, but is upset so decides to get drunk on tequila shots. --- Cole happens to be at the bar too and listens to Claire¿s tale of woe. After she consumes too much alcohol, Cole insures she gets home safely and if Tom remains there he will kick him out. The editor and the film hunk make love. However, Claire¿s enemy at Mod, beauty and fashion director Sidra DeSimon informs the tabloids that Claire and Cole are an entry and writes an article on that one night stand under Claire¿s name. Cole feels betrayed until a gala confrontation between the two editors seems heading to a vicious cat fight. --- HOW TO SLEEP WITH A MOVIE STAR is a lighthearted chick lit romp starring a nice, perhaps too nice, Cole and a too bubbly even when depressed Claire. The story line focuses on Claire¿s skirmishes with the ever mean spirited Sidra with Cole being a side skirmish in this eternal conflict. In spite of stereotyping, sub-genre readers will appreciate this battle of the female gladiators as they war over editorial supremacy with the winner obtaining a fine prize, Cole. --- Harriet Klausner

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