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The Unidentified Redhead (Redhead Series #1)
     

The Unidentified Redhead (Redhead Series #1)

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by Alice Clayton
 

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Now available in eBook, USA TODAY bestselling author Alice Clayton’s debut novel is a playful and erotic romance between an aspiring actress and Hollywood’s hottest new leading man.

When Grace Sheridan returns to Los Angeles to become a working actress, it’s a second shot at a life-long dream. With some help from her best-friend

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Now available in eBook, USA TODAY bestselling author Alice Clayton’s debut novel is a playful and erotic romance between an aspiring actress and Hollywood’s hottest new leading man.

When Grace Sheridan returns to Los Angeles to become a working actress, it’s a second shot at a life-long dream. With some help from her best-friend agent, will that dream become a reality—or at thirty-three, has Grace missed her chance at the big time? And when an unexpected sizzling romance with Jack Hamilton, the entertainment industry's newest “it” boy, threatens to shine an uncomfortable spotlight on her life, how will that affect her career…and his?

Funny, borderline neurotic Grace is perfect in her imperfections, and the sexual chemistry between her and charming yet blissfully unaware Jack is off the charts. With laugh-out-loud dialogue and a super-steamy romance that will get your heart racing, sneaking around in L.A. and dodging the paparazzi has never been so fun.

Product Details

ISBN-13:
9781476741277
Publisher:
Gallery Books
Publication date:
02/14/2013
Series:
Redhead Series , #1
Sold by:
SIMON & SCHUSTER
Format:
NOOK Book
Pages:
320
Sales rank:
56,679
File size:
3 MB

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The Unidentified Redhead


  • You do realize I have seen you naked before, right?” Holly shouted through the bedroom door.

    “Yes, love, but it’s been a while. I don’t think you’re ready for this.”

    “Is this an ‘I don’t think you’re ready for this jelly’ situation?”

    “Did you actually just say that to a half-naked girl? Seriously, you should know better. You’ll give me a complex. Asshead.”

    “You’re making this too hard, Grace.”

    “That’s what she said,” I muttered, and laughed quietly to myself. I was in the process of trying to get my butt into a new pair of low-rise jeans that were so very, very low, they might have been illegal.

    “That’s it,” Holly announced. “I’m coming in. Suck it in, Grace!”

    She came barreling through the door, stopping short when she saw me struggling on the bed. I was laid out flat on the sheets in a charming lacy peach bra, halfway in and out of the damn jeans that she had convinced me to buy, even though I knew I was in no way young enough to work them in the way they deserved to be worked. Holly had always had a way of getting me to do things she wanted me to do, under the guise that she knew what was best for me. And, mother-of-pearl, she was almost always right.

    “Sweet rack,” she said, acknowledging my bra. “Do I need to get a pair of pliers and pull the zipper up myself? Didn’t we see that done in a movie once?” she mused.

    “Yes, yes we did . . . a little help? I’m giving a full salute here. I’d like to get the girls back under wraps,” I answered, struggling to stay on the bed at this odd angle.

    “I can see that. Okay, hold your breath,” she said, and grabbed the button of my jeans. I pulled with all my might as the zipper finally closed, leaving me breathless.

    “Holy Lord. I think my uterus just left. Yep, there she goes,” I moaned.

    I couldn’t believe how tight these jeans were, although I was damn proud to be wearing them. A “you go, girl” thrill rolled through me, but it could have also been the lack of oxygen from the denim restricting my air supply.

    Holly helped me climb off the bed, and I turned to admire the way I looked in these badass jeans, thinking that maybe I could actually pull them off. I still caught myself examining the mirror at times and having to look twice to make sure it was really me.

    She saw me checking myself out and chuckled. “You’re looking sassy there, my friend. I would totally fuck you.”

    “That’s charming, Holly. Thanks.” I smiled back at her as I continued to pose in the mirror. I began to vogue and got to giggling.

    “Grace, settle down. Vogueing is just wrong.” She laughed, giving me one last thumbs-up as she left the room.

    I had recently shed quite a bit of weight. In fact, I was in better shape now than when I was in college. Holly was proud of me and made sure to tell me often.

    Holly Newman and I met in college. While we both majored in theater, she knew early on that she preferred the behind-the-scenes world, especially the business side, while I was a major drama queen. The entire time we were in school together, we made plans for when we would conquer the entertainment world. She would have her own agency and manage only the best talent, working with artists who shared a similar creative vision. I, however, had stars in my eyes and wanted to be famous, famous, goddamned famous.

    She made it out to the coast six months before I did, and when I finally got there, she was already working her way up as a junior agent at one of the major firms in town. She had a real knack for artist management, knowing when to be tough and when to coddle. She knew when to really fight for her artists and when to lay the groundwork for future projects. When I arrived, she got me a job temping in the agency, and I watched in awe as she maneuvered in what was still very much a man’s world.

    With Holly’s perfect golden hair, fantastic figure, and stylish sensibility, she was asked all the time why she was working behind the scenes rather than in front of the camera. The girl was a knockout. But she always laughed and said, “It’s just not for me,” and then worked harder than everyone else.

    I loved L.A. I’d moved in with Holly, started taking acting classes, and worked at the agency with her, while waiting tables at night in a restaurant in Santa Monica. I really felt like I was living the Hollywood lifestyle I’d been dreaming of since I could remember.

    After about six months, Holly convinced her boss that I should come in for a reading and be considered for representation. I was prepared, I read well, my headshots were flawless . . . and then I waited. And waited. And then waited some more. Finally, they agreed to take me on if Holly agreed to sign me personally as my sole representation.

    She began sending me out on auditions. I auditioned all over that town, and I was damn good. But so was everyone else.

    I didn’t book a single job.

    What they don’t tell you when you grow up in the Midwest, light-years away from L.A., is that when you move to Hollywood, everyone is the next Miss Hot Shit. We all think we’re the prettiest, we all think we’re special, we all think we are the only one who truly has what it takes. We all think our talent is genuine and true, we all think we have something to share with the world, and we all can’t understand why we aren’t booking jobs all the time.

    The thing is, in L.A., you can’t just be a pretty face, because you can airbrush that. You can’t just have a good bod, because everyone else is nipped and tucked in places you don’t even want to dream of. You can’t just giggle and toss your hair and be the punch line, because someone else already has that job sewn up.

    For all the people who move to L.A. each year, just as many leave, limping back to their hometowns like pretty little sad sacks, telling their “I lived in California” stories over cocktails with their old high school friends.

    I became one of those sad sacks—I only lasted in Los Angeles for eighteen months. I limped away, feeling like a failure for the first time in my life. I let the city and the industry beat me.

    But now I was back. It had taken me ten years to make it back, and this time I wasn’t going anywhere.

    Holly was having a party at her house to celebrate the launch of her new management company and had invited her close friends and several of the actors and actresses she represented. She had recently left a very high-profile position with a major agency. A few of her clients had chosen to stay with the other agency, but she was so good at crafting a career, particularly with fresh new talent, that many had followed her.

    Since I’d moved back to L.A., I’d been staying with her at her house in the hills. She’d done very well for herself and had a great house off Mulholland Drive with a view of the city below.

    Which brings us to the illegal jeans. As a thirty-three-year-old with some preexisting body image issues, I was trying to get into the mind-set I would need to navigate this party in this particular pair of jeans. I had matched the illegal jeans with a fairly conservative turquoise, cowl-neck tank top and slid my feet into some very nice peep-toe sling-backs. I had great toe cleavage.

    I was wearing my hair down, which I rarely do, but Holly had banned all my ponytail holders this evening. We had gone that afternoon to get our hair done, and my red hair was a mass of soft curls. That stylist really earned his money, and even I had to admit the curls were shampoo-commercial-worthy.

    The party was in full swing, and everyone was having a great time. Because Holly only took on talent she truly wanted to invest herself in, they became her close friends as well. They were always at the house, and her circle had become my circle.

    “Grace, you can’t be serious. Feldman is way hotter than Haim.”

    I was deep in a discussion with Nick, a screenwriter whom Holly had known for years. He’d become one of my friends and could always be counted on as a good wingman at a party. Tonight we were knee-deep in the dirty martinis. Extra dirty. He was waiting for an actor to arrive whom Holly had recently begun to represent, an actor who apparently was poised to be the next big thing. I had yet to meet him, although Nick had admitted he was, and I quote, “yummy, scrumptious . . . a bit scruffy, but in a totally hot kind of way.” Also, his British accent was “lovely,” “to die for,” and “knock-me-down-and-fuck-me.”

    “Fine,” I said. “I will admit that Corey Feldman was genius in Goonies, and even semicute in Stand by Me. But no one holds a candle to my Lucas.” I was determined to win this round. We had recently gotten into a similar discussion about Steve Carell versus Ricky Gervais, and it didn’t end well. Someone got scratched.

    I heard a snicker behind me and a British voice said, “I think you’ve gotta give the edge to Haim, if only for getting to kiss Heather Graham.”

    I turned to acknowledge the obvious genius of the newcomer who knew License to Drive.

    “Hey, you’re Super-Sexy Scientist Guy!” I cried out, clapping my hands over my mouth as soon as I’d said it. I could feel my face redden instantly.

    Holly had a picture of this guy on her computer and had been referring to him as “Super-Sexy Scientist Guy” for the last month. This was her new client—the next big thing. He had the lead in a movie slated for a fall release that was already generating big buzz in town. I didn’t know much about the movie, but I knew that Holly was very excited to be representing him.

    Super-Sexy Scientist Guy gave me a confused and somewhat sheepish grin. Did he know how hot that grin was?

    Oh yeah, he totally knew.

    He extended a hand to me and in the queen’s English said, “Actually, I’m Super-Sexy Jack Hamilton.”

  • Meet the Author

    Alice Clayton worked in the cosmetics industry for over a decade before picking up a pen (read: laptop). She enjoys gardening but not weeding, baking but not cleaning up, and finally convinced her long-time boyfriend to marry her. And she finally got her Bernese Mountain Dog.

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    The Unidentified Redhead 4.6 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 145 reviews.
    BookAddictPatti More than 1 year ago
    I thought long and hard (heh, heh, I said "long and hard") about doing a one-word review: *ZOMGILOVETHISBOOK!* Prepare for a squeefest: Grace was such a funny heroine, a real-world (not Real World) woman - she was funny and smart and realistic. She had insecurities, and her struggles to overcome them are part of why I love her. Her humor was so juvenile (see my "long and hard" reference above) and I loved every minute of it. There was not one bit of forced dialogue, the whole book flowed. Grace is a 33-year-old woman who has come back to L.A. to try acting again. She tried it when she was younger, but now she's older, wiser, and more confident. She's staying with her best friend and agent, Holly (who I also love), and meets Jack Hamilton at one of Holly's parties. He's 24, and right on the cusp of becoming Hollywood's Next Big Thing. They click, and hang out a bit, and end up dating. But can it work? Besides the 9-year difference, his career is just taking off and she's still trying to break into the business. I don't usually go for the older woman/younger man, but I loved this. The age difference was such a huge deal for her, and not at all for Jack. And Jack, oh Sweet Nuts, he totally made my Fictional Boyfriends list - he's sooo good. This kid is completely swoonworthy. Oh, and did I mention he's British? Yup, even better! He's so good for Grace, and I loved him for that, among other things *g*. The Unidentified Redhead is sprinkled liberally with lines like "The British are coming" and "That's what she said"; totally awesomesauce on a deliciously sexy bun (bum?). Speaking of awesomesauce, the lovin' is pretty hot; these two clicked in and out of the sack, and in the shower, and in the closet, and.... you get the picture. If you don't normally read Contemporaries, The Unidentified Redhead might change your mind. I'll leave you with this: This is the first book that's ever made me jealous of a fictional character's rack. *sigh* I covet Grace's boobies.
    Anonymous More than 1 year ago
    OMG...this book is hilarious! Alice Clayton is an awesome writer! I laughed so hard and so out loud. This book has everything, laughs, sex (good sex), inuendo and love! I love, love, this book. Cant wait to read book 2!
    Anonymous More than 1 year ago
    For this to be her first novel, I am impressed thoroughly and can't wait to read the next one. Very descriptive and it was easy to "see" the scenes with detail. I was immersed in the story and couldn' t put it down.
    Anonymous More than 1 year ago
    This is one of the best books I've read in a while. I love the relationship between Grace and Jack, and how funny they both are. The sexual tension is insane and the following sex scenes are hot hot hot! I tried this because I read 'Wallbanger' by the same author and that was hilarious too!
    Claire_Rose More than 1 year ago
    This book was amazing. I heard about this author from twitter from Smut Book Club. I was like what the hell. I'll give it a chance. It was funny and the story followed well together.
    thebookwormNJ More than 1 year ago
    I was in the mood for something light and funny so I finally grabbed my review copy of Alice Clayton’s The Unidentified Redhead. The book centers around thirty three year old Grace Sheridan and her love interest Jack. Grace has lost weight, gotten herself together and is now an aspiring actress living with her best friend Holly in Los Angeles. Holly is a casting agent and her latest client is hottie twenty four year old British actor named Jack Hamilton. There is flirting straight off the bat when Grace and Jack meet at a party and even though Grace keeps telling herself he is too young for her, the two become involved. Jack is a hot commodity right now because he has been cast to play the lead on screen role in a movie based on a set of popular steamy short stories. Grace is dubbed “The Unidentified Redhead” by the paparazzi when they keep seeing the couple out together. One of the issues these two face is the age difference as Grace feels self conscious about being almost a decade older than Jack. A second issue they have is their careers. Jack is on his way to stardom and without including spoilers, there is one other thing that arises with Grace’s work. I breezed right through this book and finished it in about two days. For the most part, I liked the interactions with Grace and Jack and I enjoyed the build up and tension. While I laughed out loud at some scenes, especially at Grace’s inner monologue, other times I found her to be a tad childish. Her sense of humor could be very silly, but I did like that she had a strong personality and was a bit of a free spirit. Jack was a fun leading man, he is British, gorgeous and sweet. Despite the age difference, he and Grace really mesh well together and I easily believed their pull towards each other. Without giving too much away, one thing that didn’t mesh well with me was the sex between these two at the start. Only at first though, then later on, the intimate scenes were more believable. I’ll leave it at that. Aside from the minor qualms I mentioned, I really enjoyed this one overall and want to read this author again. Alice Clayton’s writing style just carried me right along and had me all in Grace and Jack’s business. If you enjoy this genre and are in the mood for contemporary, steamy romance with humor added in, I would give this one a go. This first book leaves the ending wide open for the second installment. Disclaimer: This review is my honest opinion. I did not receive any kind of compensation for reading and reviewing this book. I am under no obligation to write a positive review. I received my free copy of The Unidentified Redhead (Redhead Series #1) by Alice Clayton via the publisher.
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    Have told all my friends to read the series .
    Anonymous More than 1 year ago
    The character of Grace is extremely endearing. She's funny, somewhat daring, and easy to relate to. Jack is just OMG like where did you come from, Jack, and do you have any brothers who are single? I really enjoyed the evolution of the relationship between Grace and Jack, and I was really rooting for them all the way. Especially the "all the way" part (readers will hopefully understand what I am referring to here... wink wink). I could especially relate to Grace in the sense that, even though she's a pretty confident person overall, with Jack there were times she was like "I'm too old for him... he's too hot... what does he even see in me?" It would be unrealistic for her not to have these kinds of hang-ups about the whole thing, so I appreciated it, and it wasn't so heavy-handed as to get annoying or overdone. There is definitely a "in your wildest dreams" vibe to this book. In that everything seems a bit too perfect, including the developing relationship between Jack and Grace, who they are, and such. But, it's not totally unbelievable either. Crazier things have happened in actual, real life. So, I liked this book a lot. I know this is a series and I am unsure if I will continue on past this book right now, but probably in the future I will come back to it!
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    ShellyMN More than 1 year ago
    Loved this book and loved the character Jack and Grace.
    Anonymous More than 1 year ago
    My new favorite author.
    bookladygran More than 1 year ago
    Read this book and immediately ordered the next two in the series.  As soon as I read them all, I went back to this book and read them again.  The books are playful, sexy, and well written, with very likeable characters.  Can't wait to read all of the Cocktail Series by this author next.  
    AVIDREADER23CC More than 1 year ago
    This book is a great combination of love, romance, sex, disagreements, etc. Basically, a real relationship. It's very funny, and at times emotional too.
    Anonymous More than 1 year ago
    My fav new found author
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    Too graphic. Characters weren't that likable
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    Age 14 Looks i have small boobs but nice thick plump nipples. A huge ass and a tight vigina Description NEEDS LOTS OF SEX AND FAST, is sexy and has i perfect plump ass and loves sex like alot and when people have it i wish it was me.
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