Hollywood and Ivy by Judy Corry

He’s got a million fans, but I’m not one of them.
Sure, I’ve watched every movie he’s starred in.
And yes, I read all the tabloids he’s on the cover of.
But that’s only because it was my job as a gossip blogger.
I stopped actually caring about him the night he stood me up for our high school prom.
So when he shows up at the bed-and-breakfast where I’m filling in, I make sure he knows I won’t treat him like royalty just because he’s famous now.
Because I can see through the facade he has his fans believing.
Only, meeting him again isn’t what I expected.
He’s not as full of himself as I thought an A-list star would be.
And when he asks if we can start over, I find myself falling for his charm.
But it could just be a part of his act.
Giving him a second chance would be stupid, right?