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The Last Thing
Hollywood Timelines Book #1 by Briana Gaitan





Plagued by past mistakes in both love and life, Quinn Bardot is in a bad place. With nowhere else to turn, she escapes to LA clinging to the promise of a fresh start. Chase Crowley is known for being selfish and unbelievably persistent. All he's ever wanted is to become a successful actor. But now that he is about to have it all, he finds that something is still missing. Money and fame isn't what he expected.

Suddenly the two of them are thrown into a situation that neither is prepared for. Can Quinn extinguish her fears and let Chase in? Can Chase learn to put someone else's needs before his own? The Last Thing is a novel all about love, Hollywood, and accepting what life throws at you even if it is the last thing you want. (This is a New Adult Romance novel & contains language & adult situations. Not recommended for readers younger than 17)***The Last Thing is a standalone book with NO cliff hanger ending. It is book one in the series.***








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“Nice shoes,” a deep voice said from
beside me. I almost spit my drink out in surprise. Only two inches away from my
face stood a man with chocolate colored eyes and short brown hair that stuck up
all over his head as if he had just rolled out of bed. I detected some sort of
Hispanic descent in his good looks. He wore a pair of khakis and a tight
long-sleeved black t-shirt. He actually seemed normal compared to all the
Barbie and Ken dolls around me, and it made me feel at ease. I took a step back
so that our faces weren’t so close. “Yeah, I reckon heels aren’t really my
thing,” I replied and took another sip from my cup. He chuckled and folded his
hands across his chest, one hand stroking his chin as if he were studying me.
“Whiskey...high tops...no French manicure...”
 He picked up one of my hands and studied it.
Shocked by the way my heart sped when he touched me, I pulled it out of his
grasp. I could feel my face turning red, but I willed my breathing to slow down
and hoped that he couldn’t see me blush under all of the makeup. He was quite
literally the most striking man I’d ever laid eyes on. The reaction from my
body was pure agony. I wanted him, needed him. My loneliness was getting the
best of me. No. You don’t need him as a distraction. You need a job, a hobby. He is the
last thing you need. You’re having a whiskey reaction.
“Sorry, I didn’t mean to upset you,” he
said. I forced myself to look away from his smirk, and finished off the drink
in my hand. I turned around and asked the bartender to fill me up again. The
drink had already started to affect me, make me loosen up, but I needed a
little more to help me with the anxiety.
Say
something. Don’t just stand there!
“Don’t worry about it,” I mumbled and
picked up my filled glass. I was surprised that he was still standing there; I
allowed myself to sneak another peek from the corner of my eye. From the way he
carried himself he was a bit older than me, maybe in his mid-twenties. The way
he laughed and his body language told me that he was charismatic, a charmer.
This guy was persistent!
“I’m Chase,” he said, holding out his
hand. I reluctantly took it, afraid that he could see how unnerved I was.
 “Quinn, nice to meet you.” He didn’t seem to
notice my hand trembling as he lifted it up to his lips to place a light kiss
on it. He gave me a slight wink that made me go weak in the knees. I was glad
that I had high tops on my feet to steady me. Toughen up, Quinn. You can talk to a guy. But only talk. I took
another big gulp of my liquid courage.
“So Quinn, how do you know Gillian?” He
reached out to pick a piece of lint off my shoulder. I narrowed my eyes in on
him. Why was he touching me?
“Oh, I don’t know her. I’m here with a
friend.” I forced myself to look into his eyes, to show him that I wasn’t
intimidated.
“Who?” he asked
 “Ginger Teague,” I told him. He continued with
his inquisition, to which I gave short answers.
“You a party crasher?”
I raised an eyebrow and answered, “No,
I was invited.”
“An actress?”   
 
“No.”
“Model?”
 I scoffed at his question; as if I had the
looks to be a model. “Uh, no...” I shook my head in disbelief.
“Who are you then? I don’t think I’ve
seen you around before. I wouldn’t forget your face.”
I didn’t know what to say. It had been
so long since I’d had any male attention. He probably wouldn’t give me the time
of day if he found out who I was or how much baggage I carried.
“Interesting, huh?”
“What?” I asked
“This party. I bet you have never been
so star struck.”
Was this guy for real?
“I don’t know who any of these people are.”
“Well then, it’s high time you found
out.” He leaned in close and motioned toward the three blonde girls Ginger had
introduced me to earlier.
“Those three bimbos are twiddle dee,
dumb, and twit.”
I spit my drink back out into my cup,
almost choking from laughter.
 “Did you call her a twit?”
“Damn straight. Though I’m not sure if
it is from her lack of common sense or her twitter addiction.”
This was kind of fun. My eyes scanned
the room for our next victim
“What about him?” I pointed toward an
older balding man with a twenty-something on his arm.
“Ah, yes. That is Jordan one of our
writers. The girl on his arm just screwed her way up to a leading character.”
“Isn’t that a bit… unethical?”
“Everyone in Hollywood is unethical, my
dear.”
That was my cue to leave. I didn’t need
guys like him.







































































“As much as I want to continue on with this flirty banter, I
really must get going.” I boldly stuck my drink in his empty hand and spun
around on my heels.





OTHER BOOKS IN THE SERIES


BASH
My name is Bash
You may look at me
and think my life is perfect.
It is anything but.

I’m not like normal
people.
 

Happiness doesn’t
come easy for me.

I wake up hoping
that each day is my last.


*Warning: This is a
short story to the novel The Last Thing. Though Bash can be read as a stand
alone, you will enjoy it better AFTER you read The Last Thing.*





The One Thing

Hollywood Timelines #2

When
everything around me was falling apart. He was the one thing that held me
together. 

This
is Ginger's story. More details coming soon.


Other Series
by Briana Gaitan & Brooke Kennedy



Ethereal Underground
Book One: Ethereal Underground




Book Two: Mark Of Deceit









Briana Gaitan grew up in the South, but calls
herself a geek at heart. She is a blogger, author, and fan girl who loves Star
Wars, Star Trek, and Jewellery (bet you never thought you'd hear those three
things in a sentence together) For fun, she loves watching any show on the SyFy
channel, relaxing with her family, reading, and listening to indie music
(sometimes all at the same time). Briana loves to write stories where there are
no limits to the imagination. She is the co-author of the fantasy Ethereal
Underground series and author of the Hollywood Timelines Series.




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