Nobody knows that NYC publicist-in-training Levi is far more interesting than the celebrities he promotes. Not yet anyway. Not until his Hollywood star mother dramatically reveals his existence as the secret love child she had with a duke 24-years-ago. Overnight, the ordinary life Levi has carefully crafted is blown apart by preying paparazzi and a dangerous stalker. Levi only wants to escape his past and forge a new future with Noah, the hot TV producer. But in Levi's dysfunctional family, fame is thicker than blood, and his parents will go to any length to make sure that some secrets stay hidden forever.
My feet are alternating their frenzied patter while I sit—heel, toe, heel, toe. I must look like a bowler warming up. I’m singing Patsy Cline in my head to soothe my racing heart. Spoiler alert: it’s not working.
When Noah’s email had surged into my inbox just before 7 am, I nearly hurled into my desk drawer. I was the only one in the office, as I usually am, and had just put Artemis’ black, dark roast coffee on her desk. Thankfully, no one was around to hear the sound of me dry heaving.
He was cancelling the segment. The segment. My segment. The segment I, Levi Henry, junior publicist and all-around errand-runner, had secured for our highest-paying client, Sun Water. The segment that also featured their very well-paid and very famous spokesperson, Kori Jupiter. The rising Princess of Pop. The one anointed by Rolling Stone magazine as most likely to unseat Britney and Madonna for music supremacy.
Sometimes I think you’re more trouble than you’re worth. That familiar voice again, the one that nags the back of my brain like static on an old TV. It’s so cold it makes my blood feel like ice water.