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Her Knight in a Shining Yellow Ferrari
One wrong turn on a Texas highway and heartthrob director Kristian Demetrious is breaking his first rule: don't get involved. Beautiful, sassy VJ Lewis needs his help—and a ride to Dallas. Kris wants to give her both….
Yet his career depends on arriving without giving in to the passion VJ ignites in him. And denying temptation gets harder with every mile. VJ insists the heart of a hero beats beneath Kris's suave exterior—and she intends to prove it, one hands-on lesson at a time.
Suddenly this road trip is taking a whole new direction….
- Sales Rank: #4178227 in Books
- Published on: 2013-03-05
- Original language: English
- Number of items: 1
- Dimensions: 6.62" h x .50" w x 4.13" l, .20 pounds
- Binding: Mass Market Paperback
- 192 pages
Review
"...and after this read I will never ever look at a man and the car he drives without thinking if it matches his emotions! A must read for all lovers of romance with a modern day twist."--5 of 5 stars from Romance Book Haven
About the Author
KAT CANTRELL read her first Harlequin novel in third grade and has been scribbling in notebooks since she learned to spell. She majored in literature, officially with the intent to teach, but ended up in middle management, until she became a stay-at-home-mom and full-time writer. She was the 2011 Harlequin So You Think You Can Write winner and a 2012 RWA Golden Heart finalist for best unpublished series contemporary manuscript. Kat, her husband and their two boys live in north Texas.
Excerpt. © Reprinted by permission. All rights reserved.
The only thing worse than being lost was being lost in Texas. In August.
Kris Demetrious slumped against the back end of his borrowed, screaming-yellow Ferrari, peeled the shirt from his damp chest and flipped his phone vertical. With the new orientation, the lines on the map still didn't resemble the concrete stretching out under the tires. Lesson for the day—internet maps only worked if they were accurate.
The Ferrari was no help with its MP3 player docking station but no internal GPS. Italian automotive engineers either never got lost or didn't care where they were going.
Mountains enclosed the landscape in every direction, but unlike L.A., none of them were marked. No mansions, no Hollywood sign and no clues to use to correct his wrong turn.
He never got lost on the set. Give him a controlled, detached position behind the camera, and if the scene refused to come together, starting over was as simple as yelling, "Cut."
So what had possessed him to drive to Dallas instead of fly?
A stall tactic, that's what.
Dying in the desert wasn't on his to-do list, but avoiding his destination was. If he could find food and water, he'd prefer to stay lost. Because as soon as he got to Dallas, he'd have to announce his engagement to America's Sweetheart Kyla Monroe. And even though he'd agreed to her scheme, he'd rather trash six weeks' worth of dailies than go through with it.
He pocketed the phone as bright afternoon sunshine beat down, a thousand times hotter than it might have been if he'd been wearing a color other than black. Heat shimmered across the road, blurring the horizon.
Just then, churning dust billowed up, the only movement he'd seen in at least fifteen minutes. A dull orange pickup truck, coated with rust, drove through the center of the dirt cloud and pulled off the highway, braking on the shoulder behind the Ferrari. Sand whipped against Kris in a gritty whirlwind. He swept his hair out of his face and went to greet his rescuer.
Really, once he ran out of gas, he could have been stuck here for days, fending off the vultures with nothing more than a smartphone and polarized sunglasses. He'd already spun the car around twice to head in the opposite direction and now he'd lost his bearings. The truck driver's timing was awesome and, with any luck, he would be able to give Kris directions to the main highway.
After a beat, the truck's door creaked open and light hit the faded logo stenciled on the orange paint. Big Bobby's Garage Serving You Since 1956. Dusty, cracked boots appeared below the opened door and whoomped to the ground. Out of the settling dust, a small figure emerged. A girl. Barely of driving age and, odds are, not Big Bobby.
"Car problems, chief?" she drawled as she approached. Her Texas accent was as thick as the dust, but her voice rolled out musically. She slipped off her sunglasses, and the world skipped a beat. The unforgiving heat, lack of road signs and the problems waiting for him in Dallas slid away.
Clear blue eyes peered up at him out of a heart-shaped face and a riot of cinnamon-colored hair curled against porcelain cheeks. Not a glimmer of makeup graced her skin, unusual enough in itself to earn a second glance. The sun bathed her in its glow, a perfect key light. He wouldn't even need a fill light to get the shot. She was fresh, innocent and breathtakingly beautiful. Like a living sunflower. He wanted to film her.
She eyed him. "Problema con el coche, senor?"
Kris closed his mouth and cleared his throat. "I'm Greek, not Hispanic."
What a snappy response, and not entirely true—he'd renounced his Greek citizenship at sixteen and considered himself American through and through. How had such a small person shut down his brain in less than thirty seconds?
"Wow. Yes, you are, with a sexy accent and everything. Say something else," she commanded and circled a finger. The blue of her eyes turned sultry. "Tell me your life is meaningless without me, and you'd give a thousand fortunes to make me yours."
Somehow his mouth was open again. "Seriously?" She laughed, a pure sound that trilled through his abdomen. A potent addition to the come-hither she radiated like perfume. "Only if you mean it," she said.
There was too much confidence in the set of her shoulders for her to be a teenager. Mid-twenties at least. But then, how worldly could a girl from Nowhere, Texas, be? Especially given her obvious fondness for romantic melodrama and her distinct lack of self-preservation. For all she knew, he might be the next Charles Manson instead of the next Scorsese.
With a grin, she jerked her chin. "I'll cut you a break, Tonto. You can talk about whatever you want. We don't see many fancy foreigners in these parts, but I'd be happy to check you out. I mean check it out." She shook her head and shut her eyes for a blink. "The car. I'll look at it for you. Might be an easy fix."
The car? She must work as a mechanic at Big Bobby's. Intriguing. Most women needed help finding the gas tank.
"It's not broken down. I'm just lost," he clarified while his imagination galloped back to the idea of her checking him out, doctor-style, with lots of hands-on analysis. Clawing hunger stabbed through him, as unexpected as it was powerful.
Maybe he should remember his own age, which wasn't seventeen. Women propositioned him all the time, but with the subtlety of a 747 at takeoff, which he'd never liked and never thought twice about refusing. He had little use for any sort of liaison unless it was fictional and part of his vision for bringing a story to the screen.
This woman had managed to pull him out from behind the lens with a couple of sentences. It was unnerving.
"Lost, huh?" Her gaze raked over him from top to toe. "Lucky for me I found you, then. Does that put you in my debt?"
Everything spilled out of her mouth with veiled insinuation. When combined with her guileless demeanor and fresh face, the punch was forceful. "Well, you haven't done anything for me. Yet."
Slim eyebrows jerked up in fascination. "What would you like for me to do?"
He leaned in close enough to catch a whiff of her hair. Coconut and grease, a combination he would have sworn wasn't the least bit arousing before now. Same for the big T-shirt with the cracked Texas Christian University Horned Frogs emblem and cheap jeans. On her, haute couture.
He crooked a finger and she crowded into his space, which felt mysteriously natural, as if they'd often conspired together.
"Right now, there's only one thing I'd like for you to do," he said.
His gaze slid to her lips and what had started as a flirtatious game veered into dangerous territory as he anticipated kissing this nameless desert mirage, sliding against those pink lips, delving into her hot mouth. Her laugh pulsing against his skin.
Kissing strangers was so not his style, and he was suddenly sad it wasn't.
"Yeah? What would you like me to do?" She wet her lips with the very tip of her tongue, heating his blood all the way to his toes.
"Tell me where I am."
Her musical laugh poleaxed him again. "Little Crooked Creek Road. Also known as the middle of nowhere."
"There's a creek somewhere in all this sand?" Water—wet, cool and perfect for skinny dipping.
No. No naked strangers. What was wrong with him?
"Nah." Her nose wrinkled, screwing up her features in a charming way. "It dried up in the 1800s. We lack the imagination to rename the road."
"So tell me, since you're local. Is it always this hot?" Truthfully, he'd long stopped caring about his sticky, damp clothes, but the urge to keep her talking wouldn't go away.
"No, not at all. Usually it's hotter. That's why we don't wear all black when it's a hundred and ten," she said, scrutinizing him with a gaze as sizzling as the concrete. "Though I like it on you. What brought you so far off the beaten path, anyway?"
"I wish the story was more interesting than a wrong turn. But it's not." He grinned and tried to be sorry he'd veered from the interstate but couldn't conjure up a shred of regret. Surprisingly, being in the middle of this scene wasn't so bad. "I left El Paso pretty sure I was headed in the right direction, but I haven't seen a sign for Dallas in a long time."
"Yeah. You're lost. This road winds south to the Rio Grande. It's really not grand or even much of a rio. Can't recommend it as a sightseeing venture, so I'd head back to Van Horn and take the 10 east."
"Van Horn. I vaguely remember passing through it."
"Not much to remember. I was just in town, and it hasn't changed since the last time I came in March. Speaking of which, I need to get a move on. The part I picked up isn't going to magically install itself in Gus's truck." She sighed and stuck a thumb over her shoulder. "Van Horn's that way. Good luck and watch for state troopers. They live to pull over fast cars.
"Or," she continued brightly, "you can go thataway and take your first right. That'll put you on the road to the center of Little Crooked Creek and the best fried chicken in the county."
He wasn't nearly sated enough on the harmony of her voice. Or the charming way she rambled about nothing but piqued his interest anyway. Real life loomed on the horizon, and even if it took him a month to arrive to Dallas, he'd still be unhappy with the creative financing deal for Visions of Black. Kyla would still be Kyla—unfaithful, selfish and artificial—and he'd have to expend way too much energy not caring.
But, he reminded himself again, it was worth it. If he wanted to make Visions, he had to generate plenty of free publicity with an engagement to his beloved-by-the-masses, Oscar-winning ex-girlfriend. A fake engagement.
"Fried chicken is my favorite." And he was starving. What could a couple of hours hurt? After all, he'd driven on purpose so it would take as long as possible to reach Dallas. "What's Little Crooked Creek?"
"The poorest excuse for a small town you'll ever have the misfortune to visit in your life," she said with a wry twist of her lips. "It's where I live."
The Greek god was following her. VJ sneaked another glance in the rearview mirror. Yup. The muy amarilla Ferrari kept pace with Daddy's truck. God had dropped off a fantasy on the side of the road in a place where nothing had happened for a millennium and he was following her.
Giddy. That was the word for the jumpy crickets in her stomach. She'd been waiting a long time for a knight in shining armor of her very own and never in a million years would she have expected to find one until she escaped Little Crooked Creek forever, amen. Yet, here he was, six feet of gorgeousness in the flesh and following her to Pearl's. Shiver and a half.
She pulled into a parking place at the diner and curled her lip at the white flatbed in the next spot. Great. Lenny and Billy were here. Must be later than she thought. Her brothers never crawled out of bed until three o'clock and usually only then because she booted them awake, threatening them with no breakfast if they didn't move their lazy butts.
Hopefully they weren't on their second cup of coffee yet and wouldn't notice the stranger strolling through Pearl's. The last thing she wanted was to expose her precious knight to the two stupidest good ol' boys in West Texas.
The Ferrari rolled into the spot on the other side of Daddy's truck, and the Greek god flowed out of it like warm molasses. He was the most delicious thing in four states, and he was all hers. For now. She wasn't deluded enough to think such an urbane, sophisticated specimen of a man would stick around, but it was no crime to bask in his gloriousness until he flowed back out of her life. Sigh. She grabbed her backpack and met him on the sidewalk.
Pearl's was almost empty. Her stranger was as out of place as a June bug in January, and it only took fourteen seconds for all eight pairs of eyes in the place to focus on them as she led him past the scarred tables to the booth in the shadow of the kitchen—the one everyone understood was reserved for couples who wanted privacy. She plopped onto the bench, opting to take the side sloppily repaired with silver duct tape and giving him the mostly okay seat.
He slid onto the opposite bench and folded his pianist's fingers into a neat crosshatch pattern right over the heart carved into the Formica tabletop, with the initials LT & SR in the center. Laurie and Steve had been married nearly twenty years now, a small-town staple completely in contrast to this man, who doubtlessly frequented chic sushi bars and classy nightclubs.
What had she been thinking when she invited him here? "Interesting place," he said.
Dilapidated, dark and smelling of rancid grease maybe, but interesting wasn't a descriptor of Pearl's. "Best cooking you'll find for miles. And the only cooking."
He laughed and she scoured her memory for something else funny to say so she could hear that deep rumble again. Then she abandoned that idea as he pierced her with those incredible melty-brown eyes. She settled for drinking him in. He was finely sculpted, as if carved from marble and deemed so perfect that his creator had breathed life into his statue and set it free to live amongst mere mortals.
"My name's Kris." He held out a hand and raised his eyebrows expectantly. "From Los Angeles."
Surreptitiously, she wiped the grime and sweat off her palm and clasped his smooth hand. Energy leaped between them, shocking her with a funny little zap.
"Sorry, static electricity. It's dry this time of year." She folded her hand into her lap, cradling it with the other. Was it too melodramatic to vow never to wash it again? "I'm VJ. From nowhere. And I'll keep being from nowhere if I don't get to work. I'm saving every dime to get out of here."
She jumped up, hating to desert him, but it was almost four o'clock.
"You're leaving me?" Kris cocked his head and a silky strand of his shoulder-length hair fell into his face. She knotted her fingers behind her back so she couldn't indulge the urge to sweep it from his cheekbone. Touching the artwork was a no-no, even when it wasn't behind glass.
"Not a chance," she said. "I have to put my uniform on, then I'll take your order."
He glanced at the other customers, who weren't ashamed to be caught in open inspection of the foreigner in their midst. "You work here?"
His accent was amazing. The words were English, a language she'd used her entire life, but every syllable sounded exotic and special. It was the difference between Detroit and Italy—both produced cars, but the end result had little in common other than tires and a steering wheel.
And it was way past time to stop rubbernecking. "Uh, yeah. Five days a week."
Her brothers lumbered off their stools at the counter. Out of the corner of her eye, she watched them hulk over to the booth.
"Who's the pansy?" Lenny sneered. VJ butted him in the chest with her shoulder until he glanced down.
"Back off," she demanded. "He's just passing through and no threat to you. Let him be."
Lenny flicked her out of the way as if she weighed no more than a feather.
Before she'd fully regained her balance, Kris exploded from the booth and descended by her side, staring down Lenny and Billy without flinching. Okay, so maybe he didn't actually need defending. Her heart tumbled to her knees as he angled his body, shielding her, unconcerned about the five hundred pounds of Lewis boys glaring at him. Nobody in Little Crooked Creek stood up to even one of her brothers, let alone two. He really was heroic.
"Kristian Demetrious. You are?" His face had gone hard and imperious—warrior-like, about to charge into battle, sword drawn and shield high. As if she needed another push to imagine him as her fantasy knight, come to rescue her from Small Town, USA.
Then his full name registered.
Most helpful customer reviews
5 of 5 people found the following review helpful.
Great Book with Great characters
By ReadytoRead
The writing was great. This book had heart, drama, and chemistry rolled into one. At first I thought the book was going to be more on the line of the Harlequin's other category - SuperRomance because in the beginning there were some drama and very hard issues brought up. So, it kind of caught me off guard, but this beginning presented some background to the thread with the male character.
I love when characters are mature and honest. The lady was fun, witty, and forthright. This was great. The chemistry was great with an ending that didn't fall off the cliff, but with the right kind of wrap-up. A love story.
Wonderful job!
3 of 3 people found the following review helpful.
Wow!!! The Things She Says
By Mandy T
I want a fairy tale like this one!!! Kris and VJ are so right for each other it leaps out at you in the first few pages and sucks you in. He's a big time Hollywood movie director and she's a VERY small town Texas girl, but that's beside the point :) VJ still teaches him the few things that matter.
Kat Cantrell has become an auto buy author for me, right up there with Amy Andrews, Mira Lyn Kelly, and Sarah Mayberry.
2 of 2 people found the following review helpful.
A solid story!
By Harlequin Junkie Blog
VJ is working her way to saving enough money to leave her small town in Texas and head to the big city of Dallas. It can't come soon enough for her! When she finds movie producer Kristian Demetrious lost in the middle of no where, Texas, even not knowing immediately who he is, she is smitten with him! He is just passing through on his way to Dallas, with an agenda of his own once he gets there...even if he is intrigued by the beautiful VJ.
Things take a turn for the worse for VJ when her father in a drunken rage tells her he's taken her money, then is physically abusive to her. She decides then and there that she's not waiting any longer, she packs her bag and leaves. The only problem is she has very little money left, and no way to get to Dallas. Unless she can convince Kris to let her hitch a ride with him...
Despite himself, Kris is fascinated by VJ at the same time wanting to protect her. He becomes her knight in shining armour when he lets her ride along with him on the way to Dallas. VJ definitely has stars in her eyes where Kris is concerned. But she can also see past the walls he's so carefully erected, and the emotions he so carefully hides. He is determined there is no such thing as love, Kris discovers and she sets about to convince him otherwise. Along the way to Dallas, VJ gives Kris 'romance instructions'...all the while hoping he'll open himself up to her. VJ sees past his fake engagement to a movie star and calls him on behaviors when others wouldn't dare!!
As strong as the pull is towards VJ, Kris is determined that nothing can happen with them, he will be on his way back to LA soon anyway! When he finds out VJ actually has no money and no where to go, he is suddenly offering to let her stay in his hotel suite. In her own bed of course! In that close contact, there is no way they - especially Kris - can deny the heat between them. Only for VJ it's more than lustful heat...it's becoming much more meaningful, even after only a few days, and she is determined to break through Kris's walls.
But can she do that? Even if she can, there is so much at stake with the film Kris is desperate to produce...can he have them both or will he have to chose one? After they've both given in to temptation what can become of them if anything when they both come from such different worlds?
Kat gives us much more than the romance in The Things She Says. Kris has a lot of issues left over from childhood that he's never dealt with, he's just locked them away, determined there can be no such things as true love or a happily ever after. We see Kris struggling a lot with this as well as the vision he has for his next film and how to make it a reality. VJ is an interesting girl! On one hand I'm thinking, really? Who leaves town with no more than $26 to her name, no way out, no real plan? Things were not good in her home ever since her mother died 2 years ago, but she did have friends and other family in town she could have turned to for help. As I got more into The Things She Says, I liked VJ more and more...she was much more intelligent and insightful than she first appeared. I did love how she didn't stay in a bad situation and I also liked how she saw right through Kris, kept pushing him to open himself up and recognize his emotions. She is also very able to stand up for herself! I also loved that even after her experiences she believed in true love.
There were some secondary characters in The Things She Says, but they were for the most part on the outskirts of the main story line, even the star for Kris's film. This worked out well though, the story didn't need a lot of other people around to be told.
When I first started reading The Things She Says I was a bit put off by VJ being so naive (I thought at the time!) but it quickly turned into a well written, funny at times romance about a young lady who believes in the happy ever after, love at first sight and the man who doesn't. There is great heat between the pages too, well written into the story. And you can't give into temptation without some heat!!
Reviewed at HarlequinJunkie.com
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