Wardrobe Malfunction by Samantha Towle
From New York Times bestselling author, Samantha Towle, comes a new standalone romantic comedy.
Vaughn West, Hollywood heartthrob, has been at the top of his game for years. He thinks he’s untouchable—until a betrayal brings him spiraling down. Now, everyone pities him, and if there’s one thing Vaughn hates, it’s pity.
After a few months of working his way through every available actress, pop star, model, and waitress in California, Vaughn needs to get his life back on track and focus on what he does best—making hit movies.
Charlotte Michaels is in love. Just not with one person.
And the list goes on.
Sadly, Charly’s limited bank account doesn’t allow her those luxuries, and the closest she gets are lucky finds in charity shops and working closely with some of those names in her job as a wardrobe assistant.
Now, Charly has landed the mother of all jobs—working on the new Vaughn West movie. Excited doesn’t even cut it.
Only things don’t go as planned, and it turns out that Vaughn is actually a jerk. A hot jerk, but a jerk nonetheless.
So, why do their clothes keep falling off whenever they’re around each other? And why can’t Charly keep her mind in the closet and off Vaughn?
Getting mixed up with a smart-mouthed, fashion-obsessed wardrobe assistant is the last thing Vaughn needs.
Getting mixed up with an arrogant, self-centered, obnoxious, jumped-up actor who has a lack of respect for fashion is the last thing Charly needs.
Things are about to get hot, dirty, and messy in Hollywood. Very messy. Especially if Charly’s closely guarded secret falls out of her closet.
Damnit. I had an amazing review all written out at 2am and deleted it. Never ever do shit at 2am.
So let's recreate the magical words I had written in the early morning hours.
Vaughn is an asshole. I think I liked it. Him. Not assholes. I'm so not into rusty trombones. OMG. Did I bring up rusty trombones in a Samantha Towle review? I am an idiot. THOSE were not the magical words I had several hours ago.
Standby. Rest of review is forthcoming. I'm trying to remember the magic.
I love a good Hollywood celebrity story as much as my rockstar and tattooed hottie stories. Towle takes us on some epic behind the scenes scenes of cock socks, pins in nuts, fake sex on the set... you know... your average days for any actor. It was bloody delightful.
As per Towle style, I was "pinned" to the wall with this book from start to finish. She knows how to write entertainment and characters and plots that my brain thanks her for. The character chemistry she brings to life always makes me swoon and feel all squiggly. And while Vaughn is an asshole, a jerk, a meany... I still ended up loving him in the end. Who can resist.
Sorry. My original magic review was better. It's lost in the 2am dreams of Samantha Towle talent. Bottom line. Towle always brings her A game and this book further proves why she is one of my favorite authors ever.