We have each had a crush on a television or movie star. We've dreamed of being Mrs. Pitt or Mrs. Afleck and wondered what it'd be like walking the red carpet with our main squeeze. In Untangling the Stars, college professor, Andie finds out that falling in love with a star is much harder than she anticipated. And love certainly wasn't what she was looking for.
When Hollywood-critic Andie Foxglove and rising star Guy Wilder become entangled in a torrid romance, they quickly find themselves caught in the spotlight – and it’s none too welcoming.
Andie doesn’t believe happily-ever-afters exist in the real world, and when she finds herself caught between two opposing forces – her integrity and the entertainment industry – she doesn’t she has a choice but to do the right thing: end their romance before she ruins his career, and hers.
Determined to beat the odds, Hollywood’s favorite preternatural lady killer will have to beat his own demons – and the odds – to convince her that, contrary to her academic opinion, sometimes stars can be untangled.
Even a bad romance can have a happy ending.
His words didn't register with Andie’s already made up mind. “What?”
“You don’t understand, Andie. Outside of this room, it isn’t just you and me anymore. It’s everyone—it’s the whole world—and every one of them will be looking at us and judging us—you.”
“I’m a big girl, Guy. I think I can handle it.”
“You don’t even know what you’re saying. You have no idea what it’s like to be hounded by fans, chased by the paparazzi, blinded with camera lights. It sucks. I don’t want to put you through that.”
She should have been relieved, but Andie was the type of woman who, when someone lit her fuse, they were better off just letting it burn off than try to snuff it out. All she managed to hear was that she wasn’t someone worth being caught by the paparazzi with—or worse,that he didn’t want to disappoint his female fans by having a less-than-supermodel perfect girl on his arm (okay, that one was probably her own insecurity screaming out).
“If you didn’t want to take me out, then why did you even ask me here? I don’t get it.”
“To get to know you. Isn’t that what you do on a date?”
“To ‘get to know me’ in your hotel room? That sounds a lot like playing a game to get a girl alone in your fancy hotel room and take her to bed. What kind of girl do you think I am?”
“You’re twisting my words around, Andie. I’m trying to protect you.”
Andie couldn’t hide her disdain. She didn’t need or want anyone to protect her, much less some jerk with an over-inflated ego. “Sounds like you’re trying to protect yourself.” She made sarcastic air quotes around “protect.” “I didn’t come here to Netflix and chill, Mr. Wilder.”
Guy’s handsome face twisted into a scowl. His fist hit the edge of the couch and he ripped the tie from his neck and whipped it on the couch. He stalked toward her. There was no grace in his walk this time, no hint of seduction. He simply stepped directly in front of her, glaring down. The yellow in his eyes was ignited in fiery ring, his lips pursed and angry. Andie automatically took a step backward, then recanted and stood her ground. Fine, they were both angry. It was better than playing games. Bring it on, vampire boy.
Musings from Michigan