Taking Her There

By Olivia Brynn

When Angeline Rowe is finally released after six months in court-ordered detox, finding paparazzi ready to pounce isn’t unusual, but she is surprised to see the familiar face of her old limo driver, and even more surprising is the fact that he’s as big a flirt as she, and sexy to boot.

Angeline’s manager had to beg starving artist Andre Salidas to come back to work for “Hurricane Angeline.” He figured the increased salary would be worth it, but the woman in the back seat has changed. She’s now a bit more fragile, a lot more intriguing.

Once home, Andre thinks maybe he has found his muse—until a cold blast from her past threatens to blow out any flame they’ve sparked.
*Previously published by Samhain Publishing*

• Language: English
• Publisher: Dark Mountain Books
• Release date: Mar 8, 2017
• ISBN: 9781626226593

Olivia Brynn

Olivia Brynn is the very saucy alter ego of romance author Alanna Coca. Olivia was the one who lured Alanna into trouble as a child. She also would have been the one to get her mouth washed out with soap. Since controlling Olivia wasn’t as easy as she thought, Alanna decided to set her alter ego free with Olivia’s first book, For a Price, a story about one woman’s journey to sell her virginity. Other books followed, earning five-star reviews and bestselling status. Alanna realized what fun Olivia had writing sexy romances without censor. Olivia writes contemporary erotic romance near a window where the view of the Rocky Mountains beckons her to run naked through the tall foothill grasses. Except when it snows.

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Taking Her There

Olivia Brynn

When Angeline Rowe is finally released after six months in court-ordered detox, finding paparazzi ready to pounce isn’t unusual, but she is surprised to see the familiar face of her old limo driver, and even more surprising is the fact that he’s as big a flirt as she, and sexy to boot.

Angeline’s manager had to beg starving artist Andre Salidas to come back to work for Hurricane Angeline. He figured the increased salary would be worth it, but the woman in the back seat has changed. She’s now a bit more fragile, a lot more intriguing.

Once home, Andre thinks maybe he has found his muse—until a cold blast from her past threatens to blow out any flame they’ve sparked.

Taking Her There

By Olivia Brynn

This book is a work of fiction. The names, characters, places, and incidents are products of the writer’s imagination or have been used fictitiously and are not to be construed as real. Any resemblance to persons, living or dead, actual events, locale or organizations is entirely coincidental.

Copyright © 2012 by Olivia Brynn

ISBN 978-1-62622-659-3

Edited by Imogen Howson

Cover by Alanna Coca

All Rights Are Reserved. No part of this book may be used or reproduced in any manner whatsoever without written permission, except in the case of brief quotations embodied in critical articles and reviews.

Original Copyright: 2012 First Dark Mountain Books electronic publication: 2017

Chapter One

Miss Rowe… Miss Rowe!

How does it feel to be finally sober?

Will you make amends with Luke?

Or did you switch teams in rehab?

Angeline!

Miss Rowe!

Angeline clenched her molars together. She would love nothing more than to raise both middle fingers and tell the paparazzi just where they could shove their questions and all their flashing cameras, but she’d hate to give them a sensational story. Two years ago, she’d ripped a Nikon out of some bastard’s hand and thrown it into the street, where it was immediately squashed by a two-ton truck. Unfortunately, the memory card had survived, and the last photograph on it made the front page in all the rags in five countries. That picture made the photographer rich, but he’d still had the audacity to sue her for his ruined camera and mental anguish.

With the photographic evidence, her lawyer urged her to settle. It cost her almost twenty thousand dollars, but it was totally worth it.

Are you going home to Indiana?

"Will you grant Good Morning USA the interview you promised?"

She kept walking, focusing on the click of her heels to drown out the pushy reporters. Each step took her farther away from the rehab hospital she’d been ordered into and closer to her long, black limousine at the gate. God, she missed her bodyguard, but in a way, this crowd had been a much-needed ego boost. At least the sleazy tabloids still cared about her, if only in regards to making a buck off her misery.

Have you talked to your family?

Do you think you’ll have a hard time staying on the wagon now that you’re out?

Did you gain weight in rehab, Angeline?

None of your fucking business.

Okay, maybe she filled out her jeans a little more now than six months ago when she walked into Redlands Rehabilitation Hospital, but did supermarket tabloid readers really give a shit? Four more steps and she reached her limousine, where her driver had the door open. She raised her eyebrow but said nothing. She’d fired him—well, her entire staff—when she was sentenced to her mandatory stint in the dehydrator. At least she thought she had. Maybe that was another one of her hallucinations. Once the door closed behind her, muting the reporter’s voices, she threw her purse across the length of the car and let loose with a string of profanities.

You promised.

Angeline spun around. Sure enough, her image consultant, Percy Tuttlebaum, sat with his smug little grin surrounded by a red goatee.

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