Brit Flick Sweethearts: A Rom-Com With Spanking

By Samantha Hyde

Curt Gunner and Dahlia Dean starred together in a hit British movie and international stardom beckons. The only problem is, Dahlia has a drug problem and since filming finished, she has been holed up in rehab.

Good job she has an identical twin called Doris, a fact that has thus far managed to escape the attention of the press. If they can just keep that little fact out of the papers for a few more days, Doris can step in to take her twin's place on the red carpet. Doris will pretend to be Dahlia until she gets better and no one need ever know about the drugs, including her leading man.

Pretending to be a movie star is way out of sweet Doris's comfort zone, and she certainly doesn't expect to fall for the leading man in the process. Especially a leading man that hates Dahlia's guts. The path of true love never did run smooth, as Doris is about to find out.

Note From The Author: I made the decision to categorize this novella as romance rather than erotica. Even though the erotic elements are strong, (and reader discretion is advised if you are offended by explicit sex scenes involving spanking and light bondage) I feel that first and foremost this is a sweet, old-fashioned style romance with a Happy Ever After.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Samantha Hyde
• Release date: Jul 21, 2015
• ISBN: 9781311673848

Samantha Hyde

Samantha Hyde is a writer of erotica. Whether you’re after domineering doctors, grubby gangbangs, naughty nightclubs or some other delicious perversion, the chances are Samantha has it covered.Explore and discover lots of fabulous fetishes. Dabble in discipline and surrender to submission. Walk the dark line between pleasure and pain. Unleash you inner exhibitionist. Or maybe your inner voyeur. Because Samantha has plenty of things she wants to show you.Welcome to Samantha’s world where everybody is kinky, gorgeous and gagging for it. You have been duly warned...

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Brit Flick Sweethearts:

A Rom-Com With Spanking

Published By Samantha Hyde At Smashwords

Copyright Samantha Hyde 2015

ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. This book may not be reproduced or used in any way without the express written permission of the author except for the use of brief quotations in book reviews. The characters in this book are fictitious. Any resemblance to persons living or dead is coincidental.

INTRODUCTION

FROM SAMANTHA HYDE

This book is a departure for me. I usually write dub-con, hard action, but the idea for Brit Flick Sweethearts came to me in a rush of romantic sentimentality. I am totally in love with the story of Curt and Doris. If you are familiar with my other work, you are not going to find more of the same here. (Well, apart from a little, light bottom spanking maybe….)

Curt is an alpha male with sexually dominant inclinations, but he is not a complete bastard like my male characters usually are. He may well be arrogant, strong willed and a self-confessed womaniser, but he has character, integrity and a fundamental decency so lacking in the men I usually write about. Curt just hasn’t met the right woman yet. But fear not, dear reader, he will.

This love story is shamelessly sentimental, hopelessly romantic and with a happy ever after. I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it.

Hankies at the ready, and off we go….

CHAPTER ONE

I can’t do this. This is completely ridiculous, I’ll never pull it off, Doris said, nervously tugging up the far too plunging neckline of her floor length ball gown.

Darling, you’re the spit, no one will suspect a thing.

Doris eyed her agent Jeremy Gates with something close to dislike. Or rather, her twin sister’s agent. He was the best agent in Britain and was short and fat with a shock of ginger curls that completely belied his age of fifty-seven.

"Turn the limo round. Take me back to the hotel, I can’t do this."

Sweetie, there’s no such word as can’t. You have to do this, for Dahlia’s sake. Just act aloof and cold, Curt will never tell the difference and neither will anyone else.

Outside the tinted window lay another five star London Hotel of such opulence it was offensive. Well, to Doris it was offensive. She lived in a tiny, one bedroom cottage in Cornwall which she loved. The nearest she got to opulence was when a friend fixed the leaky tap in the bathroom and she no longer got hosed down in water every time she cleaned her teeth or washed her hands. Now that was luxury…

Oh my God, and here he comes now.

The tall figure of Curt Gunner topped with dark blonde, immaculately cut hair, emerged from the grand double doors of The Ritz, accompanied by a heavy in a black suit. Just the sight of him made her breath catch in her throat and her heart beat twice as fast.

He looked exactly as he had done in ‘Brick Face.’ Menacing, mean, dressed in a stylish black suit and with a flat nose that bent slightly to the left. Despite this disfigurement, he was the biggest sex symbol in Britain. Women were crazy for him. Rumour also had it that he was lined up to play the next Bond, despite his relatively young age of thirty-three.

He lightly touched the man on the shoulder for a second, his face cracking open into a broad grin, which the other man returned.

God, that smile...

His face suddenly looked completely different. He actually looked likable. Which was why she supposed he was such a good actor because he really wasn’t.

He was a complete thug, if her sister and press rumours were to be believed.

Curt Gunner slid into the back seat next to her and she pushed herself as far up against the passenger door as she could. Jeremy, who sat opposite Doris smiled at the newcomer, and rapped his knuckle on the dark glass of the dividing window that separated them from the chauffer. The limo pulled away.

Hello Curt, Are you all set for your big night? Jeremy said.

As I’ll ever be. Hello Dahlia. You’re looking fat.

Inside, Doris shrivelled. It was true that she was bigger than her identical twin. In her quest for Hollywood perfection and because of her drug addiction, Dahlia was rake thin. Doris, on the other hand, loved her food and had no such problem.

I can’t do this, she thought for the millionth time. I look like a beached whale, I’m going to be a laughing stock…

Hello Curt. How lovely to see you again. I so missed your witty banter.

She spoke with a smooth confidence that belied her wildly beating heart. And hopefully she was wearing so much makeup that he wouldn’t see her blushing.

Is it the uppers or the downers that have made you bloat?

The cheek of the man! What a complete and utter foul pig he was…

Dahlia has put on a stone for a new film role in the pipeline, Jeremy injected.

Oh yeah? What film is that? Is it a documentary about the adverse effects of too much fast food?

Doris couldn’t speak. She was dangerously close to tears. What a horrible, horrible man. When she managed to compose herself she let out a bitter laugh.

Yeah well, maybe we should film some more love scenes together. Your breath and your face are enough to put a girl off food for life. No wonder I was so thin.

His pale blue eyes sparkled with barely constrained aggression. Or at least, that was what it looked like.

That’s not what you said in my trailer.

This time there was no disguising the hot blush that stained her cheeks, and, even more mortifyingly, her chest. Dahlia had never said that she had actually slept with him during the shoot. She could’ve warned her, for pity’s sake…

Now, now, You have to smile nicely for the paps and pretend you adore each other. You’re both actors, are you not?

"Dahlia can’t act. She played an android in Brick Face. He turned his devastating gaze on her and she melted inside. Still, I suppose it suited her somewhat wooden acting abilities and personality."

Despite herself, she laughed, the threat of tears having passed. Or snorted, as she was apt to do when a rush of laughter caught her unawares. He was right. Dahlia did have the acting ability of a dead rat.

Then she remembered that she should be insulted seeing as she was pretending to be Dahlia.

"Yeah, well, I’m not the only one to play myself, am I? Your character was a womanising thug who goes around beating people up. Hmm, who does that reminds me of? I just can’t think."

In the film he saw the error of his ways when the right woman tamed him.

Yeah, the android with no feelings who learned human emotion.

So tell me Dahlia, have you learned how to feel yet?

The intensity of his pale gaze bore into her. It was the sheer magnetism of the man that surprised her, he oozed masculinity and barely constrained aggression that had her squirming on the limo seat in an unwelcome arousal.

"Yes, I’ve learned how to feel. I’ve learned how to really hate you."

Her words were a surprise, even to her. She knew it was because she was overcompensating for her entirely illogical attraction towards him.

Something flashed across his face, and for the briefest of seconds she thought it was hurt.

As if. Curt Gunner is incapable of emotion.

Just as quick it was gone again, and the languid, permanent semi-scowl was back.

"Whatever. Don’t forget to walk a few steps behind me down the red carpet. You’re gonna look massive in the pictures if you stand next to me."

Rude bastard…

And don’t you forget to keep your face in profile, or you’re gonna look like a brain damaged boxer with a full frontal of that nose.

They drove the rest of the way without exchanging a word, and let Jeremy take the reigns and brief them of the evening’s itinerary.

Less than ten minutes later, they had reached the theatre in the West End. They drove to the back entrance first to drop off Jeremy.

I’ll see you kids inside. Just relax and have fun, he said, speaking