Back with the Stuntman
Holding onto America’s hottest stuntman; jumping off cliffs, skinny dipping in waterfalls…
Bill — that son of a gun ! Never in my wildest dreams did I think his libido would drive him so far as to bring a prostitute in our home. I had had enough. I wasn’t going to let myself feel like a 45 year old with nothing to offer. So I broke our marriage and made a bet that in six months I’d show him what I was made of!
My plan was Hollywood — to live the lost dream; go back to my passion; and light up the hills of L.A. once more.
And just when I’d lost all hope, the universe bumped me to into him. Jeff Douglas, the craziest stuntman, playboy and now hollywood producer from back in the day. The sparkling blue eyes, chiseled face, and sculpted body lit a fire in me like it was 1998 all over again.
Jeff had an offer – to play the lead, crime-fighting redhead in his new pilot. And so, at forty-five I turned into an ass-kicking actor, and felt like a fourteen-year-old girl with a high school crush. But I wasn’t in Hollywood to warm beds or play with fire, I was there to light my own.
Just when I thought things couldn’t get more complicated (or steamy), Bill showed up…
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