Triple Threat by Regina Kyle
The Theater of Temptation presents Sabotage…and Seduction!
The Playwright: It’s emerging playwright Holly Nelson’s big break. Broadway. Having survived her traumatic marriage and divorce, Holly is now aiming for success, not love. And any naughty dreams about Nick Damone—the gorgeously dishy star who was her crush back in high school—must remain a fantasy.
The Star: For Nick, Broadway is a chance to go from big-screen-eye-candy to serious actor, and to explore the lust blazing between him and Holly. But life-threatening accidents will force a chain of events that could bring down the curtain on the whole production…or give Nick and Holly a chance to finish the sexy something that started fifteen years ago!
“Excuse me, Mr. Damone?” Marisa Rodriguez stood next to him, nervously biting her lip. With him and Malcolm on board, the producers had taken a chance on the young, relatively inexperienced actress for the pivotal role of the abused wife. From what he’d seen so far, their risk was going to pay off. She had a wonderful, natural quality that couldn’t be taught in any acting class. “Can I ask you something?”
Nick snuck a glance at Holly and frowned. Ethan, her self-appointed bodyguard, had once again glued himself to her side. They sat together, shoulders touching, heads bowed over a copy of the script.
Jesus. The guy was like her freaking shadow. Nick wouldn’t be surprised to find out they went to the damn bathroom together. At first he thought maybe they were a couple, with their constant chatter, light touches and little laughs. That illusion had been blessedly blown to bits when Ethan’s boyfriend showed up to meet him after rehearsal.
Still, Ethan needed to get accidentally locked in the prop room for a good half a day.
Overnight would be even better
Nick turned back to his impressionable costar and flashed her a grin that he hoped was reassuring. “Of course.” He patted the chair next to him, and Marisa sat down. “But I keep telling you, call me Nick. After all, we are married, in a matter of speaking.”
She blushed and ducked her head, her mane of long, dark curls covering her face. “Okay, Mr.…I mean, Nick.”
“Now that we’ve got that settled, what can I do for you?”
“I’m just curious.” She peered at him through her bangs. “You’ve done stage productions before, right?”
“It’s been a while, but yeah.”
“Are you nervous?”
“Not really,” he lied. “It’s like riding a bike. And nothing beats performing in front of a live audience. The instant response. The connection.” The chance that any minute you could forget your lines or your blocking. No one to bail you out by yelling, “Cut.”
“No, I mean because of the—” She stopped and looked around as if to make sure no one else was listening. When she spoke again, her voice was a whisper. “Curse.”
He rubbed the back of his neck. “The what?”
“The crew says we’re cursed. Because of all the weird stuff going on. You know. The bomb threat. The food poisoning. The blackout.”
Nick nodded, finally understanding. Of course Marisa would be worried. It was her plane that was grounded by a bomb threat in Toronto, where she was wrapping a film, making her miss the first read-through. Then half the crew got food poisoning from some bad sushi. And yesterday the power went out at Pearl, costing them half a day’s practice.
But all shows hit rough waters, and Nick wasn’t about to let Marisa drown in them. These were hiccups, not the Titanic.
“Nah,” he assured her. “Theater people are suspicious by nature.”
“Sure. That’s why we say ‘break a leg’ instead of ‘good luck.’ And leave a ghost light on onstage. And, most importantly, never, ever say or quote from Macbeth in a theater.”
Marisa tilted her head, looking confused. “What do you call it then?”
“You don’t.” Nick chuckled. “Or if you must, it’s the Scottish play.”
“Yep. Like believing we’re cursed is silly.”
“I guess so. Thanks, Mr.…Nick. Sorry.” She stood and stretched, showing a wide expanse of her flat stomach that, in another lifetime, one before Holly reappeared, would have had him itching to see more. Now he wasn’t interested. He ran a hand across his face, trying to erase the unfamiliar feeling.
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