Amanda Berry - L A Cinderella

(c) 2010

Dear Reader,

This is my first time writing one of these, so bear with me. L.A. Cinderella was a joy to write. In creating my story, I wanted to find a rich and powerful man. Royalty came to mind at first, but I wanted something more. For many years Ive heard that Hollywood actors are our royalty in America. They deal with a very glamorous life that can also be hard on relationships because of the constant spotlight.

The setting made for great research. How often can you call watching E! research? Looking for restaurants and clubs in L.A.? Watching the Oscars? Very fun stuff. Ive hopefully built a world that seems real and fascinating at the same time.

I have dreamed of being an author since I was a little girl, and Im so proud that Chase and Natalies story is my first book into that dream. L.A. Cinderella was fun to write. Chase and Natalie both shined with their love for each other.

Id love to hear from my readers. Please visit my Web site at www.amanda-berry.com. Thank you.

Amanda Berry

Natalie Collins tucked a strand of brown hair behind her ear as she shuffled down the hall. How on earth did she manage to get a job at Pandora Productions? Tall, swanky women and beyond-gorgeous men strode down the hall as if on a catwalk. It was hard not to gawk. Her conservative black pantsuit paled in comparison to the rainbow of colors.

The corner of a binder bit into her side. She shifted the two overstuffed binders, trying to balance them. Her glasses slipped down to the tip of her nose again. Of all the rotten luck, to have one of her contacts rip the day before the replacements arrived. Leaning her shoulders back, she tipped her head and tried to wiggle her glasses back in place. She shifted her load again to keep it from falling and ran into a wall.

Her glasses slid to the floor, but she kept hold of the binders. After steadying herself, she glared at the wall. Only the blob in front of her definitely wasnt a wall.

Oh, no, shed run into someone, probably disrupting their strutting.

A hand gripped her elbow. Are you all right? The deep voice caused shivers to course down her back. Let me take those.

The weight of the binders was lifted from her and she squinted to try to make the man in front of her come into focus. IIm fine. I just lost my glasses.

How very Velma of you, the voice said, followed by a chuckle.

The voice sounded so familiar, and Natalies stomach started twisting. What if it wasno, it couldnt be. She heard the thud of her binders on a counter. The man-blob stooped down briefly.

Her heart sank as the glasses brought the face of her rescuer into sharp focus. Chase Booker. Unruly, sun-kissed blond hair fell on a face that angels would envy. Brilliant green eyes sparkled with amusement. A fan girl she was not. A squealing teenager she was not. A hot-blooded woman she unfortunately was.

So much for hoping he wouldnt be as attractive in person. She realized her mouth was agape and hed put her glasses on her. A little piece inside of her trilled in happiness as his knuckles brushed her cheek.

Hot waves of embarrassment came up quickly, making her face burn. She closed her mouth. Thank you, Mr. Booker. Im terribly sorry I ran into you. I hope I didnt hurt you. Oh, somebody stop her from talking. Maybe the wall would open up and swallow her whole.

No problem. Let me help you carry these.

No, Ive got it. Really. She tried to get there first and bumped up against his side. She knew from his last movie exactly how ripped that side was and the rebellious little piece inside her squealed in delight. She was really going to have to have a talk with herself when she got out of this.

I insist.

With that face and that body, he could pretty much insist on anything and get it. Her face was probably as red as a beet by now. She dropped her gaze and backed away.

His smile took her breath away. So where am I taking these? He held the binders with one arm. His eyes met hers and she had to resist the urge to sigh.

She knew why so many leading ladies went out with him. One look from those emerald eyes and they were goners. She fussed with an imaginary piece of lint to break the contact. To accounting. My desk is outside Mr. Morrisons.

Youre new to Pandora Productions. It was a statement of fact, so Natalie wasnt sure she was supposed to answer. He led the way down the corridor.

Natalie fought to keep her gaze on his broad shoulders and off his legendary butt. Also very prominent in his last film. She cleared her throat. Accountant. Im the new accountant.

He set the books on the desk and turned back to her. Could beauty blind? He held out his hand. Welcome on board.

She took his hand and a pulse ran through her. Would she ever get her face to stop burning? Probably not with him around. Thank you, Mr. Booker.

Call me Chase. He released her hand.

Had he held her hand a little longer than normal?

She gripped her own hands together tightly. Attraction to a magnificent man was perfectly normal. She would definitely get over it after working with him for a while. After all, he was probably spoiled, used to getting what he wanted, overbearing and his eyes were gorgeous. She had to snap out of it. Thank youChase.

He smiled again and she could have sworn she saw a spark of interest in his eyes. Not possible.

I look forward to working with you

Natalie Collins.

Natalie. The word rolled off his tongue like a caress. Her knees turned to jelly. It was one thing to drool over him in a movie, but to drool on her boss wasnt professional at all and not a good way to start a business relationship.

She had better get over this quick.

With a cup of steaming black coffee in one hand, Chase Booker stared at the mounds of paper on his desk. Two months of filming on location had taken its toll on the wooden surface. He swallowed some of the hot liquid and glanced at the clock.

In five minutes Martin Morrison, his CFO, and Robert Addler, his partner, were supposed to come in for a meeting. The warmth of the coffee filled him even as the caffeine seeped into his veins. His flight from London had been delayed, so he was dealing with jet lag and fatigue.

The shoot had gone well and even though his production company, Pandora Productions, hadnt produced the action film, hed loved every minute of it. Especially his married costar. For once he hadnt had to pry off the tentacles of an actress trying to make a name for herself.

After the breakup with Alexis Brandt, he needed something different. It was always the same. Some attractive, no-name actress needed a step up from the D list to the A list. Knowing his track record for giving his girlfriend that extra boost to her career, the actress sets her sights on him. Regardless if he was single or still involved.

He rubbed the bridge of his nose. Maybe it was time for something different. Large brown eyes behind glasses flashed in his mind. The little accountant. Barely over five feet tall. Her brown hair pulled back in a ponytail.

He smiled. In the movies, the librarian takes off her glasses and lets down her hair and shes the most beautiful woman alive. Natalie Collins may not be that type of beauty, but there was something about her. He couldnt put his finger on it.

Maybe the jet lag had gotten to him, but she seemed like the type of woman he wouldnt mind coming home to. Soft eyes not jaded by Hollywood. An innocence the women he went out with only pretended to have. Totally wrong for him, and he was totally wrong for her.