The Real Thing
Authors: Paige Tyler
The Real Thing
By
Paige Tyler
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Paige Tyler
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Raine Montgomery didn’t know how her career
—
o
r her life—had gotten so messed
up.
Two years ago, s
he
’
d been at the pinnacle of her care
er and on top of every A-list
in Hollywood
.
She
’
d been sought after by every director, graced th
e cover of every major magazine
and been on every nighttime talk
show. Everyone wanted to be seen with her. She hadn’t been able to
walk out of the house
without fans
and paparazzi dogging her every
step.
But
then
everything had changed. She wasn’t quite sure when, or even how it
had
happened, but somehow she
’
d fallen off the radar.
There’d been no more photo shoots, no more interviews, and worst of all, no more calls from top directors.
T
he only movie offers she got now were
from directors no one had ev
er heard of, and probably never
would.
She’d officially become a has-been.
Even now,
driving along the curvy mountain roads in Northern California,
Raine cringed as she remembered saying
those words out loud to her
manager Reginald Price
a few months ago.
“You’re not a has-been,” he’d insisted. “You’re just in a…slump.”
She’d glared at him. “For two years?”
“Okay. So, maybe it’s a
deep
slump.
But we can fix it.”
“And exactly how are we going to do that?” she’d demanded.
Reginald had come up with the answer a week later—marriage to Cameron
Kincade, a
n
actor on everyone’s A-list.
Raine had stared at him, mouth open in total shock. Cameron was
a
hot
guy
, but she’d only met him once and barely spoken a dozen words to him. “You’
re joking,
right?”
The look
Reginald had
given her
could
almost be called sympathetic.
“Raine, p
eople
aren’t
interested in
your acting credentials
anymore
. T
hey
want
someone
who
’
s buzzworthy.
”
She was still buzzworthy.
“A high-profile boyfriend and an
extravagant
televised wedding will
get
you back in the spotlight,” her manager had insisted.
Marry a man she didn’t love, much less know, simply to give her failing career a boost? There had to be a better way to
resurrect
it than that
.
But according to
Reginald,
there wasn’t
“This is how everyone
in Hollywood
does
it
now,” he’d told her.
“And Cameron’s okay with this?”
“He
’s
fine with anything that keeps him in the tabloids.
”
Reginald
had waited patiently while she
tried to wrap her head around the whole thing.
“If I agree—and I’m not saying I am—how would Cameron and I go about doing this?” she’d asked.
“
Well, you two will start officially seeing each other. You know, going to
award shows, movie premier
es
and parties together. Then
we’ll let
it
slip that you’ve been dating for a while
and have finally decided to go public.
Soon after that,
we’ll
announce
your
engagement and have a big
, fancy
wedding, which
’ll
be followed by public spats, then a tum
ultuous and
protracted
divorce.
You won’t even ha
ve to sleep with him unless you
want to.
”
Wow.
Reginald had thought of everything.
And becaus
e he’d never steered her wrong in
the ten years he’d managed her career, she’d agreed to
his crazy plan
.
I
t wasn’t as if she had a man in her life, anyway.
And
if sh
e didn’t do something soon, she
wouldn’t
have much of a career, either.
A few days later, her manager had met with Ca
meron Kincade’s to work out the
details, and the next week, she and
the actor
had
attended an awards show together.
That had been several months ago.
S
ince then, she and Cameron had been to every major Hollywood event together
. A
s Reginald had predicted, you couldn’t find a scandal sheet or magazine anywhere that didn’t have their pictures plastered all over
the front covers.
Even Raine had to admit she and Cameron looked good together. With his blond, All-American good looks, he was the perfect
complement
for her.
On the surface
anyway. Behind closed doors, she didn’t think there were two people less-suited for each other. They had absolutely nothing
in common, other than a driving need to be famous.
Not that it mattered. She was ge
tting what she wanted from the
relationship
—
tons of publicity and multiple movie offers.
She only wished she could feel as
ex
cited about
her upcoming
nuptials
.
Growing up
, she
’
d spent hours dreaming of what
her wedding day would be like.
And hers was going to be everything she had pictured
right down to the
beautiful white g
own, the bouquet of white roses and
the incredibly handsome man
waiti
ng for
her
at the altar. She just hadn’t imagined it would all be such a sham.
Raine leaned forward in the driver’s seat of her
BMW
,
her
hands
tightening
on the steering wheel as she tried to find a road sign
in the snow falling outside.
The
entrance
to the spa had to
be around here somewhere
.
It’
d looked easy enough to find on
the map on her iPhone
,
but she was used to having someone else drive her around most of the time. She
hadn’t counted on the snow
, either. D
riv
ing in the almost blizzard-like
conditions wa
s making her
nervous, especially
on these curvy mountain roads.
Why the hell had she picked this weekend to go to her favorite spa?
Because she’
d
had to get away from her life for a while or she was going to go crazy.
She chanced a quick look at her purse on the seat beside her. Should she pull over and check the map on her iPhone again? Better not. If she did, she might get stuck in a snowdrift and never get out.
Her hands hurt from gripping the wheel, and she flexed them without thinking. The car immediately
started to slide.
Crap!
She clutched
the wheel,
trying
to keep the
BMW
on the road, but the snow was
already
too
deep.
T
he small sports car careened in circles
until it slid off the road and
into a snow-filled ditch.
Raine sat trembling
, her hands locked on the wh
eel, her heart pounding so hard
it hurt. Pain was good, though, right? It meant she
was alive
.
She slowly released her grip on the wheel, afraid if she moved too quickly, the car would suddenly start spinning again. She reached for her purse and dug out her
iPhone. No signal.
“Great,” she muttered.
She shoved the
phone back
in
her purse
and
sat
back in the seat, considering
her options
.
She could either sit in her car and wait for someone to come by, or she could try to dig herself out.
The
first option was
way
more appealing
than the second. S
he hadn’t seen another living soul the entire time she’d been driving through the mountains,
though,
so there was no reason to think someone would
come by now.
Plus, the snow was so deep around the car someone
could drive right by and never
even see her.
Raine
pushed open her door, shiver
ing
at the blast of cold air that rushed into the car. Wishing she
’
d worn something more suitable than
a
short skirt and sandals
,
she pulled her lightweight
j
acket closer and stepped out into the snow.
Digging herself out had seemed like a good idea when she’d been inside the warm car, but with nothing to do it with and the pile of s
now covering most of the
BMW
, the task would be darn near impossib
le. Not to mention the fact
she’d probably freeze to death
trying.
Telling herself the tears stinging her eyes were from the icy wind, she
turned
back to the car
.
She’d still be stuck, but a
t least
she’d
be warmer inside
.
As she reached for the door handle, a noise in the distance caught her attention. Was that
an
engine?
She strained her ear
s
to hear.
The sound got closer and more distinct
. I
t was an engine.
From
around the curve, she
could see the glow of headlights.
Thank
God!
Afraid the driver of the
vehicle
wouldn’t see her if she stayed where she was, Raine trudged through the calf
-
deep snow to the road
, s
andals sliding on the
ice. S
omehow
,
she managed to stay on her feet, and by the time the vehi
cle came around the
bend, she
was standing in the midd
le of the road
waving her arms
as if
her life depended on it.
Logan McBride
swore under his breath. Where the hell had this
blizzard come from?
He
’
d checked the
weather
before
leaving
Seattl
e
,
and they
said the snow wouldn’t hit the area until
later that night. Obviously they’d been wrong. Big surprise.
Then again, he
’
d gotten held up traffic
around
Tacoma, as well as Portland, which had probably slowed him down just enough. But with four-wheel drive, his
Denali
handled well in the snow, and having spent some time up in Alaska a few years back, he
’
d
gotten
a lot of experience driving in the stuff. Plus, he never came thr
ough the mountains at this time
of year without tire chains, and
he’
d already stopped to put them
on
.
Something like a little snowstorm sure as hell wasn’t going to stop him
from
getting to the one place in the worl
d where he could clear his head—his
cabin in the mountains of northern California
.
Maybe there, he’d
figure out what the hell to do
about the nosedive his career had taken.