Lights, Camera, Kiss Me

By Elle Fielding

Irresistible co-star chemistry...

 

Mackenzie "Mac" Lauren knows from experience that dating her leading man is a surefire way to ruin her career. With nosy tabloids and a boss who's against office romances, she's set on resisting the crazy chemistry with her good friend and co-star, Ryan Moore. As they deal with their undeniable attraction, Mac must figure out how to protect her heart and career while staying in the limelight.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Elle Fielding
• Release date: Jan 20, 2024
• ISBN: 9780648627715

Elle Fielding

Elle Fielding is a true-blue Aussie who's as passionate about romance as Melbourne is about its four-seasons-in-one-day weather. Her love affair with romance novels started in her teens, fuelled by a steady diet of Dolly Fiction, Love Stories, Loveswept, and those irresistible Harlequin Mills & Boon tales. With a diary full of her own unrequited crushes, Elle figured it was high time to start creating some love stories of her own. Elle's first crack at writing romance was, let's just say, a learning curve. But she's been honing her skills, swapping out personal misadventures for the sweeping world of fiction. She's now living the dream, writing her own romance novels and loving every minute of it. When she's not busy writing or getting lost in a good book (or audiobook), Elle's living her own fairy tale on the Mornington Peninsula with her very own Mr. Perfect. For Elle, life's all about capturing those happily-ever-afters, both in her stories and beyond the pages.

Book preview

1. You’re Way Hotter

Mac

T his morning we’re lucky enough to have two of Australia’s hottest stars with us. Please put your hands together for Mackenzie Lauren and Ryan Moore.

I walk onto the stage smiling and waving to the studio-audience right alongside my co-star, but my stomach is in knots. Whenever I have to step in front of a camera as myself and not as a character I play, my nerves go haywire. I hate not having a script. Thankfully, Ryan is right beside me. He’s brilliant in interviews.

Thanks for being here this morning, Starr Ellis says as we take a seat on the red couch.

Over the past year, Ryan has developed an uncanny talent for reading me, and I relax slightly as he puts his arm across the back of the couch. His light touch on my shoulder is a reminder to ignore the urge to fiddle with the hem of my skirt.

It’s great to be here, Ryan says.

Thanks for having us, I add.

The season finale of Hart’s Valley airs this evening at eight-thirty on Channel 10. The show has garnered a lot of attention in its first year, Starr says. You’ve had a phenomenal first season ratings-wise and the critics have consistently praised both the writing and the acting from day one. To what do you attribute the show’s success?

Ryan shifts ever so slightly, making himself more comfortable. In all honesty, I think we’ve had some luck. I’ve never been on a show where things have just come together the way they have on Hart’s Valley. The writers, the producers, the actors... everyone has gelled.

I nod in quiet agreement, and Starr turns to me.

Do you agree, Mackenzie?

Definitely. While I haven’t been in this business for as long as Ryan has, I know that the set of Hart’s Valley is special. The entire cast and crew look out for each other.

That’s just as well since you shoot from January to October, isn’t it?

November, Ryan corrects her. We shoot forty-two episodes back-to-back.

Impressive, Starr says, then turns back to me. Mackenzie, were you surprised when they announced Hart’s Valley had been picked up for a second season?

We’ve really felt the love this season, and the show has everything going for it—love, hate, lust, betrayal, and intrigue. We were certainly hopeful, but you can never be one-hundred percent certain of anything until it happens.

I have to ask, Starr starts. Because everyone—my viewers included—is dying to know...

The roar from the audience is deafening, and Ryan and I grin at each other.

Will Brianna and Stone finally act on the attraction they pass off as hate and hook up in the finale?

Ryan runs a hand over his jaw as the audience cheers. Then he looks at me, the flecks of green in his dark brown eyes more visible under the studio lights. Do you want to answer this one?

I laugh even as my stomach flips over the thought of our characters hooking up. I know the possibility is there, but the thought of kissing Ryan in front of an audience still makes me unbelievably nervous.

Clearing my throat, I say, "I haven’t forgotten—sorry, Brianna hasn’t forgotten—that Stone blackmailed her to get the information he needed to take over her father’s company. She doesn’t trust him. But anything can happen in a season finale."

You sure have your work cut out for you, pretending to resist this man on screen, Starr says to me, winking.

I shrug. It’s a tough job, but someone has to do it.

Laughter flows through the studio, and Ryan bumps my shoulder playfully with his, a wide smile on his face—a smile that’s brought him a great deal of fame over the years. I smile back at him, meeting his magnetic gaze full-on. Truthfully, my comment is closer to the truth than I would like. Not only is my co-star talented as all get out, an award-winning actor, but he’s also handsome as sin.

His wavy, dark brown hair is a little long, but he totally pulls it off, especially with the dark stubble currently littering his jaw and with his bedroom eyes. His face and body are probably plastered all over every teenage girl’s wall in the country. In fact, when I was fifteen, his poster was plastered on my wall.

I threw the poster out before I moved to the city, but if I think about how many times I studied that poster from my bed... I can still see it now; Ryan laying down in it, his black button-up shirt open so that his chest and abs were on display; a lock of his dark hair curling over his forehead as he stared at the camera with hooded hazel eyes...

God, is it extra hot under these studio lights?

Remembering my adolescent fantasies while I’m in the middle of an interview is not a smart move. I’m supposed to be over that crush. I nearly ruined my career by sleeping with my last leading man, and I have no intention of ever repeating that mistake. Ryan is a good friend; one I deeply respect. And yes, I find him insanely attractive—who wouldn’t?—but he’s one hundred percent off limits.

Any hint as to what we can expect to see for Stone and Briana in Season 2? Starr asks, bringing me back to the present.

We’re pretty much in the dark about what will happen next season, Ryan says. They don’t tell us much at all.

The Sunshine Mornings host is obviously fishing for information on the potential romance between our characters, but we honestly don’t know what the writers have up their sleeves. The writers will probably draw out the potential relationship between Stone and Brianna for as long as possible. After all, it’s the tease that keeps people invested in the storyline, and I’m sure our producer wants to keep the audience hanging for as long as he can.

Personally, I have no problem with that. The longer I can put off kissing Ryan Moore, the better. I might be smarter after my last leading man put my heart through the wringer, but the thought of kissing Ryan still makes the butterflies dance in my belly and my toes curl.

We know there will be a new mystery to solve, I say. And someone new will shake Hart’s Valley up.

Starr nods and asks us a few more questions before finishing up the interview.

Being a morning show with multiple spots for guests, the interview probably only lasts seven minutes. Still, when it’s over, I breathe a sigh of relief and follow security as they escort us to the exit.

Ryan holds the studio door open for me, and I step out onto Toorak Road, rubbing my arms as the brisk morning air hits my bare skin. It may be spring, but the mornings are still crisp. I breathe out, half expecting to see my breath turn to fog in the cool morning air.

Come on, Ryan says, glancing at me. You’re cold.

Where are we going?

Where do you think?

The corner of Ryan’s mouth curves up into a smile. My heart kicks against my ribcage and I mentally smack myself upside the head. I imagined kissing that mouth so many times when I was fifteen that the reaction is conditioned by now, but I’m not fifteen anymore. There’s no reason for me to dwell on how full his lips are or how well they might fit over mine.

Coffee? I ask him. My voice comes out breathless.

Yeah. We’ve earned it. Let’s go.

Ryan flings his arm over my shoulders as we walk, but after a third person snaps a photo of us together, he drops his arm. Even though I miss the warmth of his body, I don’t protest. Ryan has a girlfriend, and the media might construe something as innocent as two friends showing affection for each other as something more salacious.

Given the on-screen chemistry between our respective characters, the blogs and tabloids are already abuzz with speculation. Ryan, dubbed by the media as Australia’s Romeo, has been paired with dozens of models and actresses over the years, and generated tons of clicks for the online magazines.

To me, he’s so much more than all that, though. Over the past year of working together, Ryan has become one of my best friends. He is one of my favourite people in the world. The last thing we need is a rumour about us having an affair, especially with our producer, Michael Blainesworth, having a firm stance against relationships between cast members.

Blainesworth even warned me not to make the same mistake I did on Junction Hospital. I hadn’t needed the warning, even though I could understand his concern. If I screwed up this time around, I might not land another role.

Once inside our favourite café in South Yarra, The Red Jacket, Ryan heads straight for one of the vacant booths. On warmer days, we sit outside, but on days like today, we try to snag one of the cosy and comfortable booths inside.

I slide into the seat opposite Ryan and notice that someone has left a notorious gossip magazine behind on the table—one of those magazines full of unverified information about my co-stars and other people in the entertainment business. When Junction Hospital dropped me, this magazine claimed they had all the details. Interviews with co-stars who had worked with me, or anonymous sources with juicy details about my off-set behaviour. None of it had been true. I don’t know what sources close to me would say the things the magazine claimed.

Instead of putting the magazine straight in the bin where it belongs, I flip through the pages until a headline catches my attention.

It’s been 18 months since my very public breakup with Danny Westlaker, my co-star on Junction Hospital, but pain slices through me as I read about how happy he is with Angel Moran, another actress on Junction Hospital. The article says that Danny’s decided not to sign up for another full season of the show because they have offered him a role in the new Dane Gidardo film.

What is it? Ryan asks.

I curl up the magazine and shake my head. I try to smile at him. Nothing. Same old crap.

Hi, guys, how ya goin’?

Becca, our regular waitress, distracts me momentarily and Ryan swipes the magazine from me.

Hi, Becca, I say, smiling up at her while kicking Ryan’s leg under the table in retaliation. Ryan doesn’t flinch. We just came from an interview, so I haven’t eaten breakfast yet. Got any egg-white omelettes this morning?

Sure thing, Mac. Anything else?

Coffee, I say.

And some hash browns, Ryan cuts in. She was a real trooper today.

I roll my eyes at him, but now that he’s put the image of hash browns in my head, I’m salivating. I’d love some hash browns if you have them, I tell Becca.

Got it, she says, scribbling on her pad. And for you, Ryan?

The full Aussie brekkie, please, Becca. And a coffee.

Coming right up, Becca says and heads over to the kitchen.

I don’t know how you can stomach all that meat this early in the morning, I say, shaking my head as I lean back in my seat.

Nice try, Ryan says, holding up the glossy mag, the page with Danny and Angel’s picture facing me.

I sigh. I told you, it’s nothing. I’m fine.

He was an idiot, Mac.

If anyone was an idiot back then, it was me. I made a mistake, a big one.

It’s true, Ryan insists. You’re way hotter than Angel Moran. Seriously, what was he thinking?

I try to stop the colour from rising to my cheeks. You prefer brunettes, I point out matter-of-factly. You’re kind of biased.

Maybe, Ryan says with a smirk, and under the light, his eyes seem a darker shade of brown. But it doesn’t make it any less true.

I shake my head and busy myself with checking my bag for a hair tie. I don’t want to let Ryan know how much his comment has flustered me. It’ll ruin everything.

So... Ryan starts, then trails off. He raises his eyebrow and shoots me a sideway glance.

I look up to prompt him to continue. What?

Are you still in love with him?

I blink, momentarily confused who he’s talking about. He glances down at the magazine again and my stomach sours. If I’m truly over Danny, it shouldn’t hurt to see him happy with someone else, should it? Or maybe it’s less about Danny and more about how he made me feel when he broke up with me and immediately started a relationship with Angel. How my performance on set suffered because I was heartbroken.

I should have risen above the pain. That’s what actors do—act. Instead of pulling it together, however, I let a guy screw up my work and got dropped from the show. My emotions ran right over the top of me. I’ve always been super emotional. It’s why I love acting, but I should have used the pain to fuel my art.

Anyway, that must be why I reacted to the article. I don’t feel the same pain when I think about Danny now, but the regret is still there. Sleeping with a co-star is about the stupidest thing you can do. Because seeing that person every day when they’ve moved on, but you’re still head over heels for them? That’s something I wouldn’t wish upon my worst enemy.

I shake my head. No. It just took me by surprise, seeing him in that magazine.

How long has it been since you broke up with him? You haven’t dated since, he remarks, watching me intently.

I open my mouth, ready to tell him I’m too busy to date, but we’re on a break from filming for the next six weeks, so the truth is I do have time to date.

Maybe I should start, then, I say, shrugging.

Ryan shifts in his seat, looking as if he’s about to say something, but then Becca comes over with our breakfast order and I turn my focus to the steaming hot coffee and comfort food.

Thanks, Becca, I tell her, cradling the warm cup in my hands, grateful for something to change the topic.

Cheers, Ryan says as she slides a plate full of fried sausages, beans, and eggs in front of him.

That’s a coronary waiting to happen, I mumble as I cut into my egg-white omelette.

I’m a growing boy, Ryan says, patting his stomach.

I know too well there’s a six-pack hiding beneath that expensive shirt he has on. He took his shirt off on set a few times last season, and each time was a drool-worthy moment. I shove a mouthful of omelette into my mouth before I can start drooling.

So, how are you going to go about this whole dating thing, then? What’s your plan of attack? Ryan asks after a few minutes of silent appreciation of the food.

Maybe I’ll ask Jazz to hit the clubs with me, I say, shrugging. Our co-star, Jasmine Cooper, is always trying to get me to go out with her.

You only go to clubs if you’re looking for one thing, Ryan says, sounding disapproving.

Thanks, Dad, I mock him.

Don’t make me put you over my knee, young lady, he fires back, pointing his fork at me.

He’s joking, obviously. It’s perturbing how quickly my mind conjures up an image of him doing just that. The highly R-rated image causes heat to stir low in my belly and a tingle to shoot between my legs. I shake my head to rid myself of the fantasy.

Just kidding, the club scene isn’t really for me. But Jazz has mentioned a few times she knows someone I might hit it off with.

So, you’re going to let her introduce you? Ryan asks, his voice sounding hoarser than before. He’s looking at me again, a gaze that sends tingles up my spine. Did Ryan’s mind take the same turn as mine did moments ago? Does he know what I’m thinking right now?

Yes, I say, reminding myself that leading men are permanently off-limits to me. That’s the plan.

2. You Have a Date?

Ryan

I have to go, Mum.

I steel myself for the inevitable barrage of sarcasm and guilt headed my way as I prepare to leave. It’s always the same routine. As if on cue, Mum rolls into the hallway with a sour expression on her face.

Her voice is high and sharp. I shouldn’t be surprised you’re leaving me alone again–

You’re not alone, Mum, I cut her off. Mindy is here.

I know my sister struggles with some of the more gruelling physical aspects of looking after our mother as her full-time carer, but Mum refuses to let me hire someone else.

You’re a typical Moore, aren’t you, shirking all responsibilities and leaving a woman to do all the work.

I rub my temples, trying to remain calm. No matter what I do or don’t do; how often I visit or don’t visit, it’s never enough to please the woman who brought me into this world. Since the day my father walked out on us, Mum hasn’t shown me anything but resentment; not even when I started paying for all her operations, her medications, and her bills.

I have to go. I have something on, I tell her, choosing my words carefully.

What is it you’re choosing over me? I want to know what’s so much more important than your mother.

It’s work-related.

You’re a damn liar. I know you’re not on set till January. What kind of son walks out on his sick mother?

The words are on my lips, but I bite my tongue. It wouldn’t do to start another argument with her. Besides, I’m not lying. Jazz is hosting a Christmas party tonight, and she’s a colleague. Yeah, maybe I’m selfish for leaving my sick mum to go to a party, but spending too much time with her puts me in danger of becoming just like her; angry, resentful, and bitter.

I need to pull myself out from under the black cloud that’s been looming over me since I came back. I want to spend time with people who cares about me and makes me feel good—like my co-stars. Like Mac. Jazz asked me to pick Mac up on the way to the party so I’m heading straight there. It’s been a month or so since the finale aired, but I’m used to seeing her every week, either for coffee or at Jazz’s, when the cast hangs out. Being around her lifts my mood. I need that right now.

I’ll be back for Christmas. Goodbye, Mum.

I take a step forward and bend down to kiss my mum’s cheek, then head out the door, trying to ignore the horrible words she’s yelling at me. Why do I even bother?

Have a safe trip home, Mindy says as she walks through the back gate, carrying an empty washing basket on her hip. She looks tired and distant.

I’m sorry, Min, I say, my heart cracking. I have to go. I have to get out of here.

I know. Thanks for being here this week.

I’ll be back in a few days, I tell her.

She nods. I’ll cook us a big fat turkey for Christmas, just like Aunty Rita used to make.

And I’ll bring the booze.

Bring me a few bottles of Taylor’s Cab Sav, will you? I’m going to need it.

Our mother’s need for a carer coincided with Mindy’s break-up from her long-time boyfriend. I suspect her decision to come back to Morwell was about her trying to escape, rather than deal, but she’s been tight-lipped about the whole thing whenever I’ve tried to talk to her about it. Maybe she’ll wake up one day and decide she’s ready to go back to the city. If that happens, we’ll figure it out. No way am I letting her stay with Mum out of misplaced guilt.

I nod, and she dumps the basket on the ground and hugs me tightly.

It’s not true, you know, Ry. You’re a great guy; an awesome brother.

I sigh. Love you, Min. Take care of yourself.

Love you too, little brother. Come home soon.

BY THE TIME I KNOCK on Mac’s apartment door, I’ve managed to shake off most of the guilt from leaving my sister to look after Mum and am looking forward to spending time with my friends.

Mac opens the door wrapped in a large, fluffy white towel and wearing a stunned expression.

Hey, I wasn’t expecting you for another half an hour, she says, stepping back to let me in.

I made good time. I lean forward and brush a kiss along her cheek in greeting, and I notice her tense. I quickly step back as I realise she might be uncomfortable, and force my gaze to stay locked on her face and not her towel-clad body.

I notice her eyes sweeping over me, though, and I shift. I dressed up for the party, and from the way her eyes have darkened suddenly, I’m starting to think she likes what she sees.

I swallow hard and clear my throat. You smell like strawberries, I blurt.

It’s, ah, probably the strawberry shampoo and conditioner I used, she says, twisting a wet tendril around her index finger.

Well, you should go get dressed, I say, my gaze dropping to the place where she’s fastened the towel, inwardly cursing myself for my weakness. Especially when her quick intake of air makes her breasts lift slightly.

Make yourself at home, she tells me before quickly turning away, practically running for her bedroom.

I take a deep breath and walk into her kitchen to grab a drink. One full glass of water later, I’m feeling slightly more balanced. That is, until one of the writers’ comments on what lies ahead for Brianna and Stone resurface in my mind and I refill the glass. Dana was supposed to tell Mac and I about our future steamy scenes together. Now, I’m left trying to find a way to tell her we have some passionate scenes coming up next season. It would be a hell of a lot easier to talk about it if she wasn’t stirring up all these... feelings in me. I’m actually nervous about shooting those scenes with her.

I broke up with my girlfriend a few weeks back, but as much as I want Mac, she’s strictly off limits to me. There is no way I’m going to jeopardise our working relationship, and I care too much about her to ever lead her on. I hope Jazz has invited plenty