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  A fake relationship leads to a real pregnancy! Only from USA TODAY bestselling author Anna DePalo!

  To protect her reputation in a dog-eat-dog town, actress Chiara Feran needs a fake fling fast! Turning to the stuntman on her latest movie, Rick Serenghetti, seems like a sure thing. But in Hollywood, things—and stuntmen—are never what they seem. Rick is actually a wealthy movie producer who stunts for kicks. And boy, is he intrigued by this latest role! But he gets more than he bargained for as the line between fantasy and reality blurs. Soon, a very real baby is on the way. Could a marriage proposal be far behind?

  Hollywood Baby Affair is part of The Serenghetti Brothers series.

  “So you need a boyfriend,” Rick Serenghetti said without preamble.

  She itched to rub the smug smile off his face. “I don’t need anything. This would be a completely optional but mutually advantageous arrangement.”

  And right after this conversation, she was going to have another serious talk with her manager. What had Odele signed her up for?

  “You need me.”

  She burned. He’d made it sound like You want me.

  “I’ve been asked to play many roles, but never a stud.”

  “Don’t get too excited.”

  He grinned. “Don’t worry, I won’t. I have a thing for the doe-eyed, dark-haired look, but since Camilla Belle isn’t available, you’ll do.”

  The flames of temper licked her, not least because he was clued in as to her Hollywood doppelgänger. “So you’ll settle?”

  “I don’t know. Let’s kiss and find out.”

  “If the cameras were rolling, it would be time for a slap right now,” she muttered.

  He caught her wrist and tugged her closer.

  “This isn’t a movie, and you’re no actor!” she objected.

  “Great, because I intend to kiss you for real.”

  * * *

  Hollywood Baby Affair is part of the Serenghetti Brothers series: In business and the bedroom, these alpha brothers drive a hard bargain!

  Dear Reader,

  I’m thrilled this is the second book about the Serenghetti Brothers—four powerful, passionate Italian American siblings! I’ve always wanted to write about Hollywood, actresses, scandals and paparazzi.

  Actress Chiara Feran needs to distract the press from pesky stories about her gambling-addicted father. Her manager’s solution is to set up a sham relationship with Rick Serenghetti. Rick turns out to be more than Chiara bargained for, but she’s been on her own too long to think she needs the protection of any man. When Chiara becomes pregnant and then a fan gets too close, will Rick be able to prove to his favorite actress that they are meant to be together?

  Watch out for more stories about the Serenghettis, coming soon from Harlequin Desire!

  Warmest wishes,

  Anna

  Website: www.AnnaDePalo.com

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  Anna DePalo

  Hollywood Baby Affair

  USA TODAY bestselling author Anna DePalo is a Harvard graduate and former intellectual property attorney who lives with her husband, son and daughter in her native New York. She writes sexy, humorous books that have been published in more than twenty countries. Her novels have won the RT Book Reviews Reviewers’ Choice Award, the Golden Leaf and the Book Buyer’s Best. You can sign up for her newsletter at www.annadepalo.com.

  Books by Anna DePalo

  Harlequin Desire

  Having the Tycoon’s Baby

  Under the Tycoon’s Protection

  Tycoon Takes Revenge

  Cause for Scandal

  Captivated by the Tycoon

  An Improper Affair

  Millionaire’s Wedding Revenge

  CEO’s Marriage Seduction

  The Billionaire in Penthouse B

  His Black Sheep Bride

  One Night with Prince Charming

  Improperly Wed

  The Serenghetti Brothers

  Second Chance with the CEO

  Hollywood Baby Affair

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  Contents

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  Chapter Six

  Chapter Seven

  Chapter Eight

  Chapter Nine

  Chapter Ten

  Chapter Eleven

  Epilogue

  Excerpt from Unbridled Billionaire by Dani Wade

  One

  Actress and Stuntman Lovefest! More Than Movie Pyrotechnics on Display.

  The gossip website headline ran through Chiara Feran’s head when it shouldn’t have.

  She clung to Stunt Stud’s well-muscled shoulders, four stories up, wind blowing and helicopter blades whipping in the background—trying to act as if her life depended on it when the truth was that only her career did. After all, a gossip site had just written that she and Mr. Stunt Double were an item, and right now she needed the press distracted from her estranged father, a Vegas-loving cardsharp threatening to cause a controversy of his own.

  She tossed her head to keep the hair out of her face. She’d learned Stunt Stud’s first name was Rick when they’d rehearsed, but she thought insufferable was a better word for him. He had remarkable green eyes...and he looked at her as if she were a spoiled diva who needed the kid-glove treatment.

  I don’t want you to ruin your manicure.

  Thanks for your concern, but there’s a manicurist on set.

  They’d had a few brief exchanges over the course of filming that had made her blood boil. If the world only knew... True, his magnetism was enough to rival that of the biggest movie stars, so she wondered why he was content with stunt work, but then again, his ego didn’t need any further boosting. And the rumors were that he wasn’t who he seemed to be and that he had a shadowy, secretive past.

  There was even a hint that he was fabulously wealthy. Given his ego, she wouldn’t be surprised if he’d put out the rumors himself. He was a macho stuntman ready to save a damsel in distress, but Chiara could save herself, thank you. She’d learned long ago not to depend on any man.

  She opened her mouth, but instead of an existential scream, her next line came out. “Zain, we’re going to die!”

  “I’m not dropping you,” he growled in reply.

  Chiara knew his voice would be substituted later with her costar’s by the studio’s editing department. She took perverse satisfaction in calling him by her costar’s character name. And since Rick was pretending to be her costar, and her costar himself was just acting, she was two steps removed from reality.

  And one long fall away from sudden death.

  Even though both she and Rick had invisible harnesses, accidents could and did happen on movie sets. As if on cue, more explosions sounded around them.

  As soon as this scene was over, she was heading to her trailer for coffee and maybe even a talk with Odele—

  “Cut!” the director yelled through a b
ullhorn.

  Chiara sagged with relief.

  Rick barely loosened his grip as they were lowered to the ground.

  She was bone-tired in the middle of a twelve-hour day on set. She didn’t dwell on the other type of tired right now—an existential weariness that made it hard to care about anything in her life. Fortunately filming on this movie was due to wrap soon.

  Action flicks bored her, but they paid the mortgage and more. And Odele, her manager, never stopped reminding her that they also kept her in the public eye. Her Q score would stay high, and it would keep those lucrative endorsement deals flowing. This film was no exception on both counts. Pegasus Pride was about a mission to stop the bad guys from blowing up the United Nations and other key government buildings.

  As soon as her feet hit the ground, she ignored a frisson of awareness and stepped away from Rick.

  His dark hair was mussed, and his jeans clung low on his hips, a dirty vest concealing his tee. Still, he managed to project the authority of a master of the universe, calm and implacable but ready for action.

  She didn’t like her reaction to him. He made her self-conscious about being a woman. Yes, he was all hard-packed muscle and latent strength. Yes, he was undoubtedly in top physical shape with washboard abs. But he was arrogant and annoying and, like most men, not to be trusted.

  She refused to be intimidated. It was laughable really—after all, her bank account must dwarf his.

  “Okay?” Rick asked.

  His voice was as deep and rich as the hot chocolate she wished she had right now—damn him. It was a surprisingly damp and cold early April day on Novatus Studio’s lot in Los Angeles. “Of course. Why wouldn’t I be?” Dozens of people milled around them on the movie set. “All in a day’s work, right?”

  His jaw firmed. “This one is asking for more than usual.”

  “Excuse me?”

  He looked at her quizzically. “Have you spoken to your manager recently? Odele?”

  “No, why?”

  His gaze moved to her trailer. “You may want to give it a go.”

  Uh-oh.

  He fished his cell phone out of his pocket and showed her the screen.

  It took a moment to focus on the newspaper website’s headline, but once she did, her eyes widened. Chiara Feran and Her Stuntman Get Cozy. Is It More Than High Altitudes That Have Their Hearts Racing?

  Oh...crap. Another online tabloid had apparently picked up the original gossip site’s story, and worse, now Rick was aware of it, too. Heat rushed to her cheeks. He wasn’t her stuntman. He wasn’t her anything. Suddenly she wondered whether she should have sent that first story into internet oblivion when she’d had the chance by denying it. But she’d been too relieved they were focusing on a made-up relationship rather than the real pesky issue—her father.

  At Rick’s amused look, she said abruptly, “I’ll talk to Odele.”

  He lifted her chin and stroked her jaw with his thumb—as if he had all the right in the world. “If you want me, there’s no need for extreme measures like planting stories in the press. Why not try the direct approach?”

  She swatted his hand away and held on to her temper. “I’m sure there’s been a mistake. Is that direct enough for you?”

  He laughed at her with his eyes, and said with lazy self-assurance, “Get back to me.”

  As if. In addition to her deadbeat father making news, she had to contend with burgeoning rumors of a relationship with the last stuntman on earth she’d ever walk the red carpet with.

  She turned her back on Rick and marched off. The man sent a red mist into the edges of her vision, and it had nothing to do with lust. She clenched her hands, heart pounding. Her jeans and torn tee were skintight—requisite attire for an action movie damsel in distress—and she was aware she was giving Rick a good view as she stomped away.

  At her trailer, she banged through the door. She immediately spotted Odele sitting at a small table. The older woman lifted her head and gave Chiara a mild look from behind red glasses, her gray bob catching the light. If Chiara had learned anything during her years with her manager, it was that Odele was unflappable.

  Stopping, Chiara touched her forehead. “I took pain medication for my headache an hour ago, and he’s still here.”

  “Man problems have defied pharmacology for decades, honey,” Odele replied in her throaty, raspy voice.

  Chiara blurted out the gossip about her and Rick, and the stuntman’s reaction. “He thinks he’s God’s gift to actresses!”

  “You need a boyfriend,” Odele responded cryptically.

  For a moment, Chiara had trouble processing the words. Her mind, going sixty miles an hour, hit the brakes. “What?”

  She was one of those actresses who got paid to be photographed sporting a certain brand of handbag or shoes. She glanced around her trailer at the gleaming wood and marble countertops. She had more than she could possibly want. She didn’t desire anything, especially a boyfriend.

  True, she hadn’t had a date in a long time. It didn’t mean she couldn’t get one. She just didn’t want the hassle. Boyfriends were work...and men were trouble.

  “We need to retain a boyfriend for you,” Odele rephrased.

  Chiara gave a dismissive laugh. “I can think of many things I need, but a boyfriend isn’t one of them. I need a new stylist now that Emery has gone off to start her own accessories line. I need a new tube of toothpaste for my bathroom. And I really need a vacation once this film wraps.” She shook her head. “But a boyfriend? No.”

  “You’re America’s sweetheart. Everyone wants to see you happy,” her manager pointed out.

  “You mean they want to see me making steady progress toward marriage and children.”

  Odele nodded.

  “Life is rarely that neat.” She should know.

  Odele gave a big sigh. “Well, we don’t deal in reality, do we, honey? Our currency in Hollywood is the stardust of dreams.”

  Chiara resisted rolling her eyes. She really needed a vacation.

  “That’s why a little relationship is just what you need to get your name back out there in a positive way.”

  “And how am I supposed to get said relationship?”

  Odele snapped her fingers. “Easy. I have just the man.”

  “Who?”

  “A stuntman, and you’ve already met him.”

  A horrifying thought entered Chiara’s head, and she narrowed her eyes. “You put out the rumor that Rick and I are getting cozy.”

  OMG. She’d gone to Odele with the rumor because she expected her manager to stamp out a budding media firestorm. Instead, she’d discovered Odele was an arsonist...with poor taste in men.

  Odele nodded. “Damn straight I did. We need a distraction from stories about your father.”

  Chiara stepped forward. “Odele, how could you? And with—” she stabbed her finger in the direction of the door “—him of all people.”

  Odele remained placid.

  Chiara narrowed her eyes again. “Has he said anything about your little scheme?”

  “He hasn’t objected.”

  No wonder Rick had seemed almost...intimate a few minutes ago. He’d been approached by Odele to be her supposed love interest. Chiara took a deep breath to steady herself and temper her reaction. “He’s not my type.”

  “He’s any woman’s type, honey. Arm candy.”

  “There’s nothing sweet about him, believe me.” He was obnoxious, irritating and objectionable in every way.

  “He might not be sugar, but he’ll look edible to many of your female fans.”

  Chiara threw up her hands. It was one thing not to contradict a specious story online, it was another to start pretending it was true. And now she’d discovered that said story had been concocted by none other
than her own manager. “Oh, c’mon, Odele. You really expect me to stage a relationship for the press?”

  Odele arched a brow. “Why not? Your competition is making sex tapes for the media.”

  “I’m aiming for the Academy Awards, not the Razzies.”

  “It’s no different from being set up on a date or two by a friend.”

  “Except you’re my manager and we both know there’s an ulterior motive.”

  “There’s always an ulterior motive. Money. Sex. You name it.”

  “Is this necessary? My competition has survived extramarital affairs, DUIs and nasty custody disputes with their halos intact.”

  “Only because of quick thinking and fancy footwork on the part of their manager or publicist. And believe me, honey, my doctor keeps advising me to keep my stress level to a minimum. It’s not good for the blood pressure.”

  “You need to get out of Hollywood.”

  “And you need a man. A stuntman.”

  “Never.” And especially not him. Somehow he’d gotten his own trailer even though he wasn’t one of the leads on this film. He also visited the exercise trailer, complete with built-in gym and weightlifting equipment. Not that she’d used it herself, but his access to it hadn’t escaped her notice.

  Odele pulled out her cell phone and read from the screen: “Chiara Feran’s Father in Illegal Betting Scandal: ‘My Daughter Has Cut Me Off.’”

  Oh...double damn. Chiara was familiar with yesterday’s headline. It was like a bad dream that she kept waking up to. It was also why she’d been temporarily—in a moment of insanity—grateful for the ridiculous story about her budding romance. “The only reason I’ve kept him out of my life for the past two decades is because he’s a lying, cheating snake! Now I’m responsible not only for my own image, but for what a sperm donor does?”

  As far as she was concerned, the donation of sperm was Michael Feran’s principal contribution to the person she was today. Even the surname that they shared wasn’t authentic. It had been changed at Ellis Island three generations back from the Italian Ferano to the Anglicized Feran.

 
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