Demon Rumm
Sandra Brown
Language: English
Pages: 256
ISBN: 0553576070
Format: PDF / Kindle (mobi) / ePub
It was the publicity stunt from hell as far as Kirsten Rumm was concerned. She may have been writing the book about her late husband, aeronautical daredevil Demon Rumm, but she didn’t see the need to play host to the arrogant bad-boy actor starring in the film version’s title role. Still, for the good of the project, Kirsten agreed to share her beachfront home with the impossibly sexy screen idol.
Any other woman would do anything to be in her sandals, but Kirsten wasn’t falling for Rylan North, even if he did play his role of male lead to perfection. His down-home charm, his gentleness and virile charisma, might be seducing her in every sense of the word, but he was an actor, after all. Seducing an audience was his job. Rylan could have any woman he wanted. So why was he so desperately pretending to want her?
From the moment he saw her, Rylan North knew that Kirsten Rumm was the woman he’d been waiting all his life to cast as the star in his real-life love story. What did it matter if he was every woman’s fantasy if he couldn’t get Kirsten to so much as glance his way? He’d caught the look of past hurt behind her sky-blue eyes–a dark secret that shadowed the sparkle. Rylan was determined to find out what tragedy held this passionate woman back from a second chance at love even if it cost him his reputation, his career, and his life. But first he’d have to get Kirsten to act on her instincts . . . and to trust the flesh-and-blood man behind the fantasy.
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and turned on the sophisticated machine. In a moment the music filled the room from various hidden speakers. He adjusted the volume to suit him and came back to her. “How did he hold you?” “This isn’t necessary, Rylan.” That was the first time she had used his name. It had been spoken in exasperation, but he’d take it any way he could get it. Smiling, he slid his right arm around her waist. “It’s necessary for me.” “Why?” She resisted when he tried to draw her closer. “Because we haven’t
Rylan asked blandly. He ignored the director’s florid language and concentrated on the technician’s explanation of how the explosions would be set off, how the one-take shot would be captured on film, and how he was to eject himself safely afterward. Timing was critical. The actor, the cameramen, the special effects technicians, all had to be synchronized and had to rely on each other’s expertise. “Okay?” the director roared. “Is everybody ready? Let’s do it.” As it turned out, it was another
hell. All he could see in front of him was a solid wall of red-orange flames, from which rose an equally impenetrable curtain of black smoke. The heat was so intense it seared his eyeballs and melted his flesh. He was sure his skin was dripping off his skull like the most hideous special effects in horror movies. Really dumb thing to be thinking about now, he chided himself. But what am I supposed to do? What am I supposed to do? Oh, yeah. I’m supposed to open the canopy and get the hell out of
mechanic for Orville and Wilbur. “That’s right, Sam, we do.” Kirsten’s gentle voice and the compassionate way she pressed the old man’s wrinkled, oil-smudged hand made Rylan fall in love with her all over again. “Well, shoot.” Sam coughed to cover the emotion that congested his throat. “We want you to tell us what happened that morning,” Rylan said. “What morning? You’ll have to be specific.” “The morning he died,” Kirsten said softly. “What about it?” Sam reached forward to straighten the
her waist. Cradled in her lap was a nest of dark, silky curls, glistening wetly. Her skin shone with a patina of sweat and melted body lotion. Her wet cap of hair, forming points around her face, made her appear very young, almost too young to touch. Almost. Rylan, his own body dripping perspiration, knelt on the bench in front of her. It placed him just a little below eye level with her. He inclined his lips up to hers. Hers descended to touch his. She kissed him with endearing bashfulness. He
