Off Script

New Release + Excerpt: OFF SCRIPT by ANNA PAIGE

December 7, 2017

Off Script by Anna Paige

Release Date: December 7th

Genre: Contemporary Romance

Designer: Letitia Hasser from RBA Designs

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BLURB

I’ve watched him for years.
Every role.
Every episode.
He was every woman’s fantasy.
The famous actor.
Gorgeous.
Charming.
Perfection.
Unattainable.
Until he showed up at my front door.
Wanting something from me.
Something I wasn’t sure I could ever give.
It wasn’t safe outside my bubble.
So, I let him inside instead.
All the way in.
And once he was there,
I wanted to keep him.
Even if that meant risking everything.
My safety.
My anonymity.
Even my heart.
He thought he knew how the story would play out.
But I was taking our love off script.

EXCERPT

“Longest. Day. Ever,” I murmured as I searched for a vending machine on my way out the door. Gavin was only a few steps behind me and his responding chuckle caused me to flip him off over my shoulder.

“I warned you, new girl.” His tone was mocking. The crew hadn’t been quick to remember my name so half of them had referred to me as ‘new girl’ all day, saying it like they genuinely thought it was my name.

“Bite me, Hollywood.”

“No more Mister?”

I shook my head, making a beeline for the bank of vending machines by the elevators. “Nope. I’ve lost all respect for you today, so you’re just plain Hollywood now.”

“Your words have the power to wound, and you’ve cut me deep.” He was pouring on the sarcasm.

“Not my fault you flubbed your lines almost as much as me. So professional of you.”

I stopped at one of the machines and started plunking in quarters, not caring what it spat out as long as it was cold and loaded with caffeine.

Gavin moved to lean against the humming machine, tilting his body at an angle and smiling that damn radiant smile of his. “We all have off days; today was one of mine.”

I ignored him until half of my ice-cold beverage was consumed, then gave him my attention, squinting. “So, you’re trying to tell me it usually goes a lot smoother than that for you?”

“I rarely mess up. Sure, we all have those awkward moments where something in the script sounds dirtier than it’s meant to or a squeaky leather couch makes an unsavory noise and we all break character to laugh, but that’s about it.”

“Why today, then?” I felt my whole face flush as an idea hit me. “Oh shit, was I so bad it distracted you and made you mess up?” Dear Lord, kill me now.

“Of course not. You were great.” He stepped over and threw an arm around my shoulders, turning us toward the elevators. “I told you. It was just one of those days—no one’s fault but my own.”

He walked me to my car and held the door open as I folded myself into the seat with an exhausted groan.

“See you in the morning, Kaiti girl,” he said, mixing my actual name with part of my new nickname in a way that I really liked. Or maybe it was the way it sounded coming from him.

“Good night, Gavin. Thanks for making today as stress-free as possible. I don’t even want to think about how it would have gone without you looking out for me.”

“That’s what friends are for.” He closed the door with a soft click and turned to leave as I hurried to roll down the window.

“Hey, Hollywood?”

“Yeah?” He spun back to face me.

“Do friends also mess up their lines on purpose so their nervous, less-talented friend doesn’t feel like a dolt in front of everyone?”

He gave me a crooked smile. “Are you saying you messed up on purpose? For me?” He pointed to his chest. “Well, that was awfully sweet of you, Kaiti. Thanks for looking out.”

He walked away before I could respond.

ABOUT THE AUTHOR

Anna Paige is the author of the Broken series; Broken Ground, Flawlessly Broken, and All the Broken Pieces, as well as Chasing Kade, the first installment in the Thrill of the Chase series and Off Script — a brand new standalone, due out in December 2017.

She lives in a rural town in North Carolina where the only activity is the rhythmic color change of the solitary stoplight and a very real threat of being carried away by mosquitoes. The only alternative to terminal boredom is writing, making life interesting if only on the page.

Anna is happily married, with one amazing son and a pair of hilarious pets. When she’s not writing, she’s trying to make a dent in her TBR pile. Given that she’s constantly adding new titles to the list, the chances of her ever finishing are slim.

And she’s completely fine with that.

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OFF SCRIPT by ANNA PAIGE: Excerpt Reveal

November 30, 2017

Off Script by Anna Paige

Release Date: December 7th

Genre: Contemporary Romance

Designer: Letitia Hasser from RBA Designs

Add to Goodreads:

https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/36464231-off-script

Blurb

I’ve watched him for years.

Every role.

Every episode.

He was every woman’s fantasy.

The famous actor.

Gorgeous.

Charming.

Perfection.

Unattainable.

Until he showed up at my front door.

Wanting something from me.

Something I wasn’t sure I could ever give.

It wasn’t safe outside my bubble.

So, I let him inside instead.

All the way in.

And once he was there,

I wanted to keep him.

Even if that meant risking everything.

My safety.

My anonymity.

Even my heart.

He thought he knew how the story would play out.

But I was taking our love off script.

EXCERPT

I was a disturbing mixture of tired and wired—the latter thanks to the double shot iced espressos one of the PAs had so thoughtfully procured for the entire cast.

Gavin appeared to be in the same boat, as he strode up behind me and threw an arm over my shoulder—one of my favorite Gavin-isms. “So, we’re off for a whopping fifty hours. What big plans does Kaiti-girl have for the rest of the weekend?” He sounded almost stoned, a by-product of the long days and massive caffeine consumption.

“Sleep is priority number one. And food, but only stuff I can have delivered and eat in bed.”

He kissed the top of my head, his lips lingering as usual as we made our way to the parking garage—he walked me out every night. “Careful, you’re turning into one of those wild-child starlets the tabloids are always talking about.”

I shrugged as much as I could with him leaning on my shoulders. “I’m just me. You have to remember that my idea of a wild night is boozy ice cream and Netflix.”

“Sounds like heaven, Kaiti-girl,” he mused quietly.

“You’re welcome to come by for some delivery Chinese and binge-watching.” I didn’t know where it came from, the invitation just popped out, but I was glad when I saw his smile widen. He hadn’t been back to my apartment since that first weekend.

“Best offer I’ve had in ages. I’ll even bring ice cream for your boozy floats.” He squeezed my shoulder. “See you around six?”

“It’s a date,” I blurted automatically, then cringed. Shit.

He stopped me a few paces from our cars—which were parked side by side today—and did something incredibly unexpected.

He kissed me.

Not the top of the head we’re-just-friends kiss, either.

He leaned down, cupped my cheek with one warm hand, and pressed his impossibly soft lips to mine. Just for a second, just that one time, and just enough to make my whole body light up. Then he pulled back and waited for my eyes to open.

When I looked up at him, he smiled and brushed a stray lock of hair from my face. “It’s a date, Kaiti-girl.”

I was still standing there with my hand to my chest and my heart in my throat when he drove away.

Holy shitballs!

I had a date with Gavin-damn-his-lips-are-soft-Lane!