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Title: Untangling the Stars
Author: Alyse Miller
Release Date: May 2016
About the Book
Even a bad romance can have a happy ending.
Staying true to her own character has never been a problem for Dr. Alessandra Foxglove. Andie has devoted herself to teaching others, and – not to toot her own horn – she’s damned good at it, too. A beloved college professor and engaged social activist, Andie has her heart – and both her hands – full.
So when celebrity bad boy Guy Wilder wanders into her classroom one day by accident, Andie doesn’t think much of it at first. There are guest speakers at the university on a daily basis – although none as devilishly handsome as primetime’s favorite preternatural lady-killer with lightning bolt blue eyes, Silas Dove. But when he shows up again the next day after a capricious goodbye, Andie begins to see that there’s more going on behind the scenes with this brooding, bad boy star. And even though she’s built a career on analyzing the human reaction to Hollywood’s most sexy and dangerous characters, she can’t help herself from falling under the very same spell she preaches against. Besides, with cheekbones like that, she couldn’t say no if she tried.
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Author Bio / Social Media
Alyse Miller is a contemporary women's fiction author with a penchant for romantic and speculative twists. While she writes comfortably across several genres, Alyse especially enjoys writing for a new adult audience and exploring the emotions of romance and the growth of the human spirit as it transitions from adolescence into adulthood.
She is a member of Romance Writers of America, Women's Fiction Writer's Association, and the Author's Guild. Alyse is currently represented by InkSpell Publishing.
Excerpt (Please choose One)
Guy bowed in—or rather, he stepped in and tilted his head down toward her—closing the gap between them. Whether he did it for effect, or to bring that thin ring of green back into her vision, she wasn’t sure. But he was close, so close. His voice was the tiniest step above a whisper, his mouth a breath away from hers. “You’re not trying to put a spell on me, are you, Andie Foxglove?”
Her insides turned to pudding. Every fiber of her being went limp and wanted to swoon at that comment and those eyes. Worse, something extremely naughty inside her gave a second’s thought to falling into what seemed like a taunting, waiting kiss on the edge of Guy’s still very-close lips. But somehow—miraculously—Andie stood her ground, even with a fever crawling up her skin and making her eyes burn. She wasn’t sure if he was flirting with her, or challenging her, or both, but she liked it—really liked it. The Guy Wilder who had slid in her classroom door had gone from nervous to flippant to downright coy, and nothing could whet Andie’s appetite like a good challenge. A good challenge wrapped inside the beautiful mess that was Guy Wilder wasn’t so bad either.
“Not today, Mr. Wilder,” she whispered in the space between them as the bell rang overhead.
Not today, Andie reflected as the door swung open and she turned to greet the students pushing their way into her classroom. But she never said never.
His words didn't register with Andie’s already made up mind. “What?”
“You don’t understand, Andie. Outside of this room, it isn’t just you and me anymore. It’s everyone—it’s the whole world—and every one of them will be looking at us and judging us—you.”
“I’m a big girl, Guy. I think I can handle it.”
“You don’t even know what you’re saying. You have no idea what it’s like to be hounded by fans, chased by the paparazzi, blinded with camera lights. It sucks. I don’t want to put you through that.”
She should have been relieved, but Andie was the type of woman who, when someone lit her fuse, they were better off just letting it burn off than try to snuff it out. All she managed to hear was that she wasn’t someone worth being caught by the paparazzi with—or worse, that he didn’t want to disappoint his female fans by having a less-than-supermodel perfect girl on his arm (okay, that one was probably her own insecurity screaming out).
“If you didn’t want to take me out, then why did you even ask me here? I don’t get it.”
“To get to know you. Isn’t that what you do on a date?”
“To ‘get to know me’ in your hotel room? That sounds a lot like playing a game to get a girl alone in your fancy hotel room and take her to bed. What kind of girl do you think I am?”
“You’re twisting my words around, Andie. I’m trying to protect you.”
Andie couldn’t hide her disdain. She didn’t need or want anyone to protect her, much less some jerk with an overinflated ego. “Sounds like you’re trying to protect yourself.” She made sarcastic air quotes around “protect.” “I didn’t come here to Netflix and chill, Mr. Wilder.”
Guy’s handsome face twisted into a scowl. His fist hit the edge of the couch and he ripped the tie from his neck and whipped it on the couch. He stalked toward her. There was no grace in his walk this time, no hint of seduction. He simply stepped directly in front of her, glaring down. The yellow in his eyes was ignited in fiery ring, his lips pursed and angry. Andie automatically took a step backward, then recanted and stood her ground. Fine, they were both angry. It was better than playing games. Bring it on, vampire boy.
He pulled his lips away from hers, letting the kiss trail off in a series of smaller kisses on the edge of her mouth, her chin, her jaw. Mouth still open, he tipped his forehead against hers, hiding his face behind a curtain of hair.
“It’s late.” His voice cracked under the strain of his need, but anxiety crept back into the set of his jaw. “I should go.”
Andie tried to see through the locks of fallen hair and decode the man underneath. He was a tricky one, this enigma wrapped in a riddle. If she knew what was best for her, she’d let him go. Somewhere in the back of her mind, she knew this could never work—this romance between a regular girl and a man from the headlines. Those relationships never worked, in or out of the movies. It was hot and heavy and then boom, someone’s arguing pre-nup semantics in annulment court while the rest of the world reads along. Andie thought about all of those gloomy—and very probable—scenarios and made her decision.
Guy didn’t move, but he did look up at her. She looked back at him, unyielding and unashamed. She knew what asking him to stay meant, and she wanted him to stay. Please stay.
“MMmm.” His words were lost as his mouth nuzzled against her throat. One warm hand slipped around to cradle her neck in his palm. Andie felt her pulse speed up, felt it shuddering against the pressure of his lips on her skin. Her empty hands fidgeted, then ran up through his hair and curled into tight fists.
Guy groaned against her neck and cupped his free hand under her ass. In one deft movement, he propelled them both forward and dropped her flat on her back against the bed. Andie’s breath pushed out between her lips as Guy ran his hand up her leg from foot to thigh, making her skin sizzle and pop in little goose bumps in his wake. He hung above her, a man bathed in shadow with predator eyes shining in the darkness.
“I guess we both have a little bit of a rebellious streak in us then, huh?”
The woman Andie had been just a few days ago—that wizened academic who knew better than to fall under the spell of some disastrously good-looking hot mess paid to be the most mesmerizing thing he could be—was banging on the inside of Andie’s subconscious, reminding her that this was all moving too fast to be normal. Passionate encounters that led to happily ever after’s were the stuff of carefully curated movie scripts, not intended to ever play out in real life the same way they did on the big screen. They were fantasies, not recipes. She should know better than anyone else that these stories never ended well. But even so, even if she was living out some sort of toxic fantasy, she’d take the risk—and deal with the consequences later.