After one of his fans committed suicide, John lost everything: lover, confidence, drive. When he’s given a chance to get back on his feet, he’s happy to take it -- even if it's just writing an actor's biography. It might not be romance, or even fiction, but it's something, and there are worse people to work for than the charming, successful Parker Chase.<br><br>That doesn't mean working for Parker is easy, however. A staunch supporter of living for the moment, Parker goes against everything John believes in. He feels out of place in every moment of Parker's Hollywood life, stuck in a game of wits that at times seems almost contrived.

The Chase and the Catch

“All right, all right,” Parker warned. “Enough.”


“Not yet it’s not.” John tightened his grip and tweaked Parker’s arm up enough to make Parker hiss. “I asked you not to touch me, and I damn well meant it. While I am flattered by your flirtation, and God knows I am, I don’t like being manhandled and I appreciate being asked for consent. Furthermore…” He tugged Parker’s arm to the point of viciousness, and Parker paled noticeably. “If you did actually take me to bed and undress me last night, I can guarantee that I wasn’t saying anything at all. I wasn’t coherent. So, we’re going to hope you weren’t hearing something that you couldn’t have been, because the last thing you want, I’m sure, is a novel wherein you’re identified as some kind of rapist pig.”


Chapter 13