A chiseled, green-eyed, hypnotizingly delicious jerk.
And like a bad penny, he just kept showing up.
Crashed my bike? There he was.
Flat tire? One more time.
And yet he thought I was the one stalking him.
Seriously. How paranoid can one grump be?
But the more I got know my intense new neighbor, the more his hard shell cracked, revealing a soulful man starved for affection.
A man whose secrets were eating him alive.
Just like mine.
He was broken. I was broken.
But together we seemed whole.
Maybe, just maybe, we could fix each other.
If our secrets didn't break us first.
Author's Note
Hollywood Secret was originally published as Discreet. A few small changes have been made to improve the flow of the story, but it's still the delicious enemies-to-lovers, secret celebrity romance you remember.