Fury spurred her into an emotional response. Countless men had looked at Kitty with acquisitive desire over the years. None of them had incited the smallest interest in her. But that instant of weakness on his part filled her with wild exhilaration.
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She dug her change into her purse. You look like that actress, Kitty Colgan. You know the one—she plays Heaven in The Rothmans. She pulled open the door. As Kitty drove off, she was trembling. So much for the disguise! Tugging off the wool cloche, she slung it in the back seat and ran manicured fingertips jerkily through the silver-blonde, waterfall-straight hair that had tumbled down to her slim shoulders.
Her strained violet-blue eyes accidentally fell on the small decorative urn and the bunch of white roses on the passenger seat.
Instantly she looked away again but the damage was done. She was coming home after eight years of exile…and she was arriving too late. Four incredibly short days ago she had been happy, blissfully unaware of what lay ahead. On the flight from Los Angeles, all that had been on her mind were the gloriously empty weeks stretching before her and the plot of the thriller she had long been anxious to sit down and actually try to write. Within an hour of entering the London town house, her mood of sunny anticipation had been shattered.
If she had walked off the set of The Rothmans to fly back to England, she would have held up the production schedule on her last show. Nor might she have been free to take advantage of the part Grant had lined up for her in his latest film.
And somehow it was those other unspoken and even less presentable reasons which had contributed to her bitter attack on him and the subsequent violence of the argument which had followed. They had both said things which would have been better unsaid. When crossed he had the malice of a toddler throwing a temper tantrum. But the split between them had been coming for a long time, Kitty acknowledged unhappily. Neither of them had known that his valet had had his ear to the door.
Or that the same man had been snooping and prying for months behind their backs so that he could make his fortune selling lurid revelations of their life together to one of the murkier tabloids. What he had overheard that afternoon had been juicy enough to send him out from cover to the nearest phone.
The story of their break-up had made headlines the next day. The night before she had unwittingly lent credence to the tale by leaving the town house in disgust to check into a hotel. Yesterday, Grant had flown out to the South of France with his arm round his glamorous co-star, Yolanda Simons. The sensationalised instalments in the newspaper had run for three agonising days. None of it would bother Grant. But the recent media coverage had appalled Kitty.
It had finally brought home to her that she had lived a lie for too long and she was now reaping the benefits of that notoriety. Her car ate up the miles, steadily taking her deeper into the familiar windswept desolation of the moors.
By twelve, sunlight was banishing the overcast clouds, dispelling all gloom from the rugged landscape, but the closer Kitty got to her destination, the more tense she became. Two unalterable realities had shadowed her childhood. A lonely child, she had been ignored at home and had found it difficult to mix with the other children in the village school. Stay Connected.
An Insatiable Passion
Shelves: interestingthings , emo-angst , required-hp-reading , angstfest-wrecki-drama , the-tropy-of-the-tropiest , hplandia , sewage-slurper-relatives This review has been hidden because it contains spoilers. To view it, click here. Though we get glimpses of future LG staples like rotten families, veterinarians, and an h who melts any time she is in proximity to the H, this one carries an amount of angst that shocks most readers familiar with the Lynne Graham sub-continent of HPlandia. This one starts with an h who is returning to her childhood home after eight years away. The grandparents who raised her seemed intent on punishing her with verbal beratement and indifference since her mother escaped them. He coaxed her out of hiding as a shy 8 year old and they soon became devoted friends. Intent on presenting the h in the worst possible light to the H, she hires the h as a maid on the night of a big party when the h was