Love And The Scriptwriter

By Vesta Romero

In a world of Hollywood glamour and glittering dreams, one curvy scriptwriter's journey to love will make you swoon. As she navigates the chaos of movie-making, little does she know that her heart's leading role is to be played by an unexpected, charming extra.

Sparks ignited on set as they fell into a whirlwind romance faster than any Hollywood plot twist she could have come up with. But when the truth behind her leading man's identity is revealed, she's left feeling like a pawn in a billion-dollar game.

Theirs is a rollercoaster ride through Tinseltown, where love transcends appearances and trust is reborn. Drama, passion, and redemption are plentiful as  Serena, the heroine, and her billionaire producer find their way back to love beneath the Hollywood lights.

This hot and sizzling romance defies stereotypes, proving that love knows no bounds and that curvy is beautiful and oh-so-hot. You don't want to miss this spicy romance where chaos and chance conspire to create a Hollywood ending worth waiting for.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Vesta Romero
• Release date: Nov 11, 2023
• ISBN: 9798223656647

Vesta Romero

Vesta Romero writes short and sweet romance books featuring curvy women and men who love them. She believes in HEA so everyone gets their happy ending. Always.

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1

SERENA

N o! He must say it exactly as written!

My blood boiled with rage as I thought about the calamity this latest project of mine had become.

I was on the phone yelling at the director of the latest what I thought was going to be a global hit but was fast becoming a clusterfuck thanks to the involvement of the mega studio I was producing it with.

I calmed myself by reciting my mantra in my head before I sighed and spoke into the phone again.

Fine. Give me fifteen minutes and I’ll be there. He’s in his trailer again, I assume. I rubbed my temples as I hung up the phone. It wasn’t the fault of the poor guy who had to make the call. Again. It wasn’t his fault that he was a spineless director who couldn’t deal with the temperamental lead actor.

How he came to helm this big production is a question that I am pondering about. He was incompetent so far in dealing with the crew, but the studio had insisted.

I’d halfway thought about using more of my own funds to helm it, but once again, the studio had more money to throw around than I did, and I made my peace with that.

But, now I was paying the price for it, dealing with not only their demands, but also the whims of my lead actor and others.

Deciding to forego my comfy pajamas, I opted for a sweater and a long skirt, feeling fortunate that I hadn't washed my face yet. It was only mid-day, and I was tired from late nights of research and writing and had planned to take advantage of the free time.

Before picking up my coat from the closet, I grabbed my keys and wallet first. With a sense of reluctance, I opened the door and cast one last glance around my apartment before leaving.

This project had taken up so much of my time and energy that it felt like home had become just another place of business for me.

As much as I didn't want to admit it, I knew that the success of this project was a make-or-break moment for my future in the film industry.

With a sense of urgency, I strode onto the set and quickly made my way towards the trailer where the actor was located. On the way, I passed by the director’s trailer.

Even from outside of it, I could hear his voice echoing through as he ordered someone around over the phone. He sounded just as frustrated as I was.

Three months of this madness!

As I drew nearer, the sound of muffled shouting became increasingly detectable to me, and it originated from within the trailer. He was in a foul mood and I would have to restrain myself. Before I knocked on the door, I took a prolonged deep breath to calm my nerves.

Come in! The actor’s voice boomed from inside.

As soon as I turned the doorknob, I pushed the door open. My eyes immediately scanned the entire trailer for any signs of destruction. Thankfully, everything seemed in order.

What’s the problem this time? I asked, my voice barely concealing my irritation. What I really wanted to do was throw the book at him, or rather, the script. If there was a rock available nearby, that would be have been best.

Good thing there isn’t. You wouldn’t look good in an orange jumpsuit.

He wants me to say these lines exactly as written, the actor said, gesturing to the script on the table in front of him. But they don’t feel natural. They don’t fit the character. I need to improvise.

I resisted the urge to roll my eyes, being they were my fucking lines that I’d labored over. Actors who couldn't be bothered to memorize their lines often used this excuse, which has become a classic. However, I couldn’t afford to lose him, as his name alone was worth millions at the box office.

Fine, I said through gritted teeth. I'll give you the leeway. But make sure it still gets the point across.

The actor nodded triumphantly, and I left the trailer, trying to shake off the frustration that was building inside me. This was supposed to be my big break, my chance to prove myself in the industry. But I found myself at the mercy of egoists and demands, as I struggled to keep the production afloat.

Walking at a snail’s pace back to the primary set, I couldn’t help but wonder if it was all worth it. I had poured all my heart into the script and this asshole was ruining them faster than a wildfire.

But then again, I knew it wasn't just about the script. There was the passion and drive to make something great. Maybe it was about proving myself to the world. I took a deep breath and composed myself as I approached the set.

The scene was set in a dimly lit alleyway, with the actor standing in the center, surrounded by shadowy figures. Without realizing it, he passed me by and I didn't even notice him. He spoke then; the words flowing out of him like a river.

Something was different this time. The words were not the same as they had been in the script. They were raw, unfiltered, and full of emotion. The actor had taken my words and made them his own, bringing a new level of depth to the character.

Son of a bitch! The asshole was right.

Observing him was an experience that left me in awe. This was what it was all about. The magic of filmmaking, the collaboration between artists.

The feeling of frustration and anger that I was experiencing disappeared and was quickly replaced by a thrilling rush of excitement.

The scene ended, and the actor turned to face me, a grin spreading across his face. See? he said. I told you it would work.

I couldn't help but smile back at him. Maybe he wasn't so bad after all. Maybe he was trying to make something great, just like me.

That exact moment gave me the confidence that we could succeed. We had the potential to achieve our aim together. We could make something special, maybe even a masterpiece.

As a gesture of goodwill, I took a step towards him and extended my hand for a handshake. Let's make a fucking great movie, I said, my voice filled with determination as I raised an