Hollywood Secrets (Hollywood Headlines Series #2)

Hollywood Secrets (Hollywood Headlines Series #2)

by Gemma Halliday


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ISBN-13: 9781461126195
Publisher: CreateSpace Publishing
Publication date: 05/11/2011
Series: Hollywood Headlines Series , #2
Pages: 242
Sales rank: 658,578
Product dimensions: 5.25(w) x 8.00(h) x 0.51(d)

About the Author

Gemma Halliday is the author of the High Heels Mysteries, as well as the Hollywood Headlines Mysteries series. Gemma's books have received numerous awards, including a Golden Heart, a National Reader's Choice award and three RITA nominations. She currently lives in the San Francisco Bay Area where she is hard at work on several new projects.

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The Perfect Shot

By Gemma Halliday

Dorchester Publishing

Copyright © 2010 Gemma Halliday
All right reserved.

ISBN: 978-0-505-52806-3

Chapter One

"Come on, baby, just an inch to the left ..." I shifted, feeling my feet go numb. "That's it," I coaxed. "Right there, that's the spot ... yes!"

My finger hit the shutter, and I popped off five shots in rapid succession before my subject ducked back behind the curtain of magnolia trees shading his property. I lifted myself up onto my elbows, checking the digital window to see my handiwork. Hot. I'd caught Trace Brody shirtless, a beer in hand. I was too far away, even with my telephoto lens, to make out the label on the bottle, but I knew he always drank beer when the temp rose above ninety. He was too manly for those fruity wines, not pretentious enough to drink the trendy martinis his other Malibu neighbors enjoyed.

I'd been watching Trace for weeks now, ever since his publicist had finally confirmed rumors that the hot young actor was engaged to America's sweetheart, Jamie Lee Lancaster. Think Angelina and Brad ... without the tattoos and horde of kids. You'd be close. Then imagine if they suddenly announced they were going to have a blowout wedding on a cliff above the Malibu coastline. The press about peed their collective pants. My boss, Felix Dunn, editor in chief of the L.A. Informer, included. He'd pulled me from Britney watch and immediately put me to work documenting Trace's every move between now and the big day.

Not that I minded. I'd much rather spend my days laid out on the hillside above Trace's multimillion-dollar spread in Richie-Rich-ville than chasing Brit on her latest Starbucks run. At least here I got the shirtless view.

I stretched out again on the grass, ignoring the way it tickled the exposed skin at my midriff between my too-low jeans and my too-high T-shirt. (The curse of being a nearly six-foot-tall woman-nothing was ever long enough). I wiped a bead of sweat from my upper lip and put the lens to my eye again, slowly sweeping the tree line for another glimpse of my subject.

"Come on, Trace. Play nice."

Miraculously, he walked right into my line of vision. I could swear sometimes he actually heard me.

"That's my boy. Now turn this way, give me a smile, honey."

I watched him set his beer down on a table. He reached both arms up to the sky, stretching, letting out a catlike yawn.

"Tired? Being a movie star must be such tough work, huh?" I clicked off a couple shots.

Trace moved his head side to side, working out the kinks in his neck. I lost him for a moment as he crossed the patio toward his Olympic-size swimming pool, complete with faux rock waterfall and hot tub painted to look like a bubbling lagoon. But my lens caught up with him again as he approached the diving board.

"Fancy a little swim?" I asked the deserted hillside.

As if in answer, Trace dipped a toe into the water. Apparently satisfied with the temperature, he shrugged and walked out onto the diving board.

I hit the shutter, taking three quick shots. He bounced a little, staring down into the crystal clear blue water. But he didn't jump. Instead his hands strayed to the waistband of his trunks and, in one swift movement, they fell round his ankles.

I froze. My eyes glued to the lens, a small bead of sweat trickling down between my breasts. I think I might have even forgotten to breathe. The only part of me that seemed to still be working was my trigger finger, clicking off shots like mad. Felix would have a heart attack when he saw these.

Then give me a raise.

Trace kicked his shorts away, then walked his gloriously naked self out to the edge of the diving board.

"Good God, you're beautiful," I whispered. Not that I expected anything less. He was, after all, a movie star. But this was one man who needed no airbrushing. How he managed to avoid that white-butt-tanned-torso thing, I had no idea. Lord knows I would have known by now if he were a nude sunbather. But he was a smooth, warm, honey color from his perfectly hardened six-pack abs to his perfectly hardened ... other parts.

"Jamie Lee must be one happy woman, huh, Trace?"

He ignored me. Of course. Somewhere in the back of my mind I knew it was weird to talk to him out loud. Almost worse than talking to myself. But I couldn't help it. He had no idea I existed, but he'd been my constant companion for the past six weeks. At a safe distance, of course. If I ever actually came face-to-face with the movie star, I'd probably wet my pants. With a telephoto lens and a football field between us, I was cool as a cucumber at a day spa. In person? Well, let's just say I've never been one of those people-persons. I liked people fine, but my gift has never been an ability to carry on clever conversations with the opposite sex while looking suave and sophisticated. My conversations with guys usually included lots of blushing and really smart comments that came to me only after the cute guy had moved on to the sophisticated brunette at the next table.

So, some people talked to their plants, I talked to movie stars who didn't know I existed.

Naked ones, currently.

I watched as he reached above his head, bounced once on the diving board, then cut cleanly into the pristine blue water with hardly a splash.

Sweat slid down my spine, and I could almost feel the sweet, cool water washing over my own skin. I shivered, goose bumps breaking out on my arms as I popped off a few more shots of Trace resurfacing.

"Baby, that was amazing," I told him, suddenly feeling like I needed a cigarette.

I watched as he pulled himself from the water, shimmering droplets clinging to his gym-sculpted body, and wrapped a towel around his waist before picking up his beer again and heading inside.

I sat up and peeled the lens from my eye. The distance between my secluded hillside and his fancy pool was immediately apparent, and I let out a long breath as his French doors shut behind him.

I'm not sure how long I watched his closed doors, reliving my glimpse of Trace au naturel, before my phone rang from my pocket. Shifting in the grass, I slipped it out.

"Cameron Dakota," I answered.

"Cam," came my boss's voice. "Where are you?"

"Malibu. Why?"

"We got a tip that Jamie Lee's trying on wedding dresses in Beverly Hills," he said, his British accent giving his words a lilting rhythm. "How fast can you get there?"

I bit the inside of my cheek. "If I get caught speeding, will the paper cover the ticket?"

I could hear Felix's wallet squeaking in the silence in the other end. Finally he relented. "Yes."

"Give me twenty minutes."

Felix rattled off the address of the boutique where Jamie Lee had been spotted. Then he added, "If she settles on a dress today, I want to be the first to run with a photo, got it?"

"Aye, aye, chief."

"And Cam?"


"You get any good pics of Trace today?"

I pulled up my view screen again, checking out the series of nude shots that even a tabloid like the Informer would have to censor parts of. I couldn't help a grin.

"Did I ever."

What can I say? Being the paparazzi's a dirty job, but someone's got to do it.


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Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I've now read my way through the Hollywood Headlines Series, the Las Vegas book and two of the five High Heels Series books. I enjoy the stories - her writing style is similar to Janet Evanovich. Unfortunately, most of the books (at least the Nook version) have atrocious spelling and syntax errors. It doesn't appear that anyone took the time to go through and spell check the book at all! Drives me crazy, but not enough not to read the books. If Ms. Halliday wants to step up her game and make it into the big leagues, she should exercise some quality control over the product that is published in her name.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Love that Gemma Halliday continues her characters into her next book in the series.
Adam Garcia More than 1 year ago
Now, I may only be about 100 pages into this book, but the typos are driving me nuts! They are so numerous that they are actually causing confusion; 'By's' turn into 'Buy's' and many words have been smushed together. I guess I'll just have to soldier through it. Gemma don't let me down!
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I totally agree. The spelling and grammar are terrible. Sometimes I have to skip entire sentences because I can't tell what the author is trying to say. A little more quality control or spell check would be helpful
Margny More than 1 year ago
Easy,fun book! Great for the beach or vacation!
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Anonymous More than 1 year ago
One thing I love about Gemma Halliday books is that there are so many different components to them but she always ties the ends up in a nice little bow at the end. This is a great stand alone book but it adds just a little bit more fun if you have read books 1 through 3 of the High Heel series. Here characters cross storylines and series. I find myself cheering when an old friend makes an appearance.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I really enjoyed this book! It was as good as the second one. I love Cam and Trace's story. It is a wild ride and l could not put it down!
lorijandreau More than 1 year ago
I could not put this book done!!  Another wonderful book by Ms. Gemma
pitypalaty More than 1 year ago
It beyond me how many of these books this writer churned out. Who reads this stuff.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Gemma's characters just draw you in and you love them. The story arch is filled with action. Pick it up you will love it!
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I always enjoy Gemma Halliday books & this one was no different. This is a great poolside read!!
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AikiPen More than 1 year ago
Cute series. I'm really enjoying it. Read the 'High Heels' series. In this series we see Felix Dunn and the L.A. Informer in another light. Each book in the 'Hollywood Headlines' series follows a different member of the Informer staff. I would have given this book a fourth star but I agree about the grammer, puncutation and spelling errors. There is at least one per page and it drives me crazy!
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I was expecting this to be a continuation of the series from book 1 with the same major character. It has the same setting but the major character is different. That made it a little disappointing to me :(
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