Sheer
A Hollywood Romance
Sarah Robinson
Contents
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Chapter 23
Chapter 24
Chapter 25
Chapter 26
Chapter 27
Chapter 28
Epilogue
Series Epilogue
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Excerpt from Breaking a Legend
Prologue
Chapter 1
Acknowledgments
About the Author
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To every woman who decided to put herself first.
Chapter One
"That's a big package you've got there," the young woman seated at the desk outside a large wooden door said. A teasing smile played on her lips.
Grant Mercer glanced down at the cardboard box in his hands. "I'm here to see Mr. Lawson," he said, ignoring her earlier statement.
She bristled at his rough tone, and for a moment, he felt he should apologize for almost barking at her, but then he decided against it. Frankly, he just didn't care what she or anyone else thought of him.
"Your name?" she asked, still looking up at him demurely. "Sir?"
He was more than used to receiving attention from women wherever he went, but it still never felt natural. With his physical attributes—thick blond, wavy hair pulled into a loose bun at the back of his head and deep green eyes that always gave away what he was feeling—he'd never had a shortage of women if he'd wanted them. Being a playboy, however, had never been his thing. While he'd had plenty of experience in his past, he tended to be more introverted and kept to himself when he could.
"Grant Mercer."
Her face lit up. "Oh, he's expecting you, Mr. Mercer. Go on in."
"Thanks." Grant readjusted the large box in his arms then gripped the door knob and stepped inside the luxurious movie producer's office.
A man with short brown hair and a hint of stubble across his chin was seated at a large glass desk in front of an entire wall of windows overlooking Los Angeles behind him. The man lifted his chin and smiled at him. "Grant Mercer?"
Grant nodded and placed his box on a nearby chair. "That's me."
"Ben Lawson," the man said as he stood and walked around the desk. He offered his hand to Grant as he came closer. "How was your flight from New Zealand?"
"It was actually quite pleasant, surprisingly." Though that really had more to do with what he was leaving behind in New Zealand than it did with arriving in America.
"Good." Ben motioned toward a plush chair across the desk from his. "Make yourself comfortable. Would you like a scotch? Whiskey?"
Grant shrugged. "Whatever you're having." While he knew he wasn't the friendliest guy out there, he was definitely going to be on his best behavior for his boss. The guy was paying him high six figures for barely a month's work, so if that meant he had to turn his usual frown into a smile, he'd fucking do it. He needed this job a lot more than he'd like to admit.
Ben picked up a glass bottle from a bar cart set to one side of the room. "Scotch it is."
A minute later, he'd returned to the desk and offered the glass to Grant. Grant took a sip, then set it down on the desk top as Ben returned to his seat across from him.
"So, Kiss Me, Kate." Ben opened a drawer and pulled out a large stack of papers, handing it to him. "Here's a copy of the latest manuscript."
The project title was written across the front, and Grant flipped through a few pages, scanning the dialogue. "It's such a classic. Doing a modern-day version of this musical is going to be stunning."
Ben nodded his head. "I agree. It's been a bit of a passion project of mine, honestly. However, the key to making this movie a hit is going to be the score. Especially considering that we’re doing the entire thing live."
"That's where I come in," Grant replied, smiling for the first time since stepping foot in America. Music was where he shone, and as one of the most sought-after film composers in the business, he had no doubt that he was going to make this movie shine. "The melodies and lyrics are already set from the classical version and the Broadway show, but we're going to set it to modern day beats and instruments. It'll be like entirely new songs."
"That's what I'm counting on." Ben turned his computer screen around so Grant could see it. "I'll show you some footage from our casting sessions. The leads are already in place, and we're just working on flushing out the rest of the characters. We'll be ready to start official rehearsals within the month."
"So, you'll need all the music ready by then?"
"Do you think you can make that work?" Ben asked. "The background score is secondary, so we can wait until pre-production on that, but the songs need to be ready for the actors. Though, they're already ready with the lyrics as they've been told to practice the classic versions."
"It's not a problem," Grant assured him, then gestured toward the cardboard box he'd been carrying. "I actually have more than half of it ready to go. The sheet music is all there. I'd definitely love to get started with the leads as soon as possible to work out the kinks."
"Perfect." Ben pointed at the computer screen and clicked play on the video he'd pulled up. "This is our lead actress, Simone Reynolds."
One of the classical songs from the original version came through the speakers, a soft and stunning piece made only more beautiful by the woman singing it. "Her voice is stunning," Grant said, feeling drawn to her voice. It was a testament to the singer they’d cast, because her talent was unparalleled.
"Isn't it?" Ben skipped forward to another part of the video, eager to hear more of her range in another song. "She just came off of winning third place in the American Voice singing competition literally two weeks ago, but despite not comin
g in first, she was the clear audience favorite."
Grant had to admit that he'd watched a few episodes of her season streaming online, and she'd certainly been his favorite pick as well. Not only was she gorgeous and an incredible singer, but her spunky personality came through in every scene, and it was exactly the kind of endearing persona that audiences ate up. "That's great PR for this film."
Ben nodded. "We're already hearing buzz for this film, so we're hoping it hits ratings hard. Full disclosure, however, Simone is my wife's younger sister."
Grant chuckled, but he didn't blame the executive for the potential nepotism. Simone was clearly perfectly suited for the role and had the vocals to match. He could definitely work with her range and was already excited to see how far he could push her. "There's no judgment here from me. The woman can sing."
"Exactly," Ben replied. "Come on. We'll head down to the studio, and you can meet. She should be working with her voice coach around now."
Grant stood and moved to pick up his box of sheet music.
"Leave that here. I'll have my secretary bring it to your office. You're going to love your set up—full office, studio, soundproof booth, every instrument in existence, the whole nine yards."
"I can't wait to see it," Grant replied. While he did have an amazing setup at his luxurious cliffside home in New Zealand where he composed most of his work, there was something to be said for using the top-of-the-line equipment that large production companies like this one could offer him. Not to mention the fact that he couldn't stay in New Zealand to work on this project even if he wanted to.
He tried to push the thoughts of those demons away. He didn't have time to think about what was waiting for him back home.
"I'll take you there after you meet Simone," Ben confirmed, ushering him out of the office. "Lydia, can you take Mr. Mercer's things to his office?"
The young receptionist jumped to her feet and smiled at Grant. "Of course, Mr. Lawson. Anything Mr. Mercer needs."
Ben chuckled as they got onto the elevator. "I think you're going to have a lot of fun in Hollywood, Grant."
He grinned but shook his head. "Nah. That's not my style."
"Good," Ben replied. "I like a man who keeps work at the forefront. No distractions."
Ironically, looking for a distraction was the entire reason he'd taken this job in the first place. "Exactly."
"That's how I met my wife, though. My first project here at Shepherd Films, and she was definitely a distraction," he joked, though the sappy in-love expression on his face was enough to make Grant want to gag. "You've got someone back home waiting for you?" Ben asked.
Grant shook his head. "Just a bonsai tree that I left with a neighbor to take care of and an ex-wife who ran off with my best friend and everything I own."
He realized how pathetic that sounded even as it came out of his mouth but it was too late to take it back.
Ben cleared his throat. "That sounds…I'm sorry…well, um…bonsais are nice."
Great. Now his new boss thought he was an idiot. He didn't even know why he'd admitted to all of that, but fucking hell, it was out there now. "I mean, well, yeah. Bonsais are nice."
They rode the rest of the elevator ride in silence, finally coming to the lobby and going out to the security desk. They climbed onto a golf cart and Ben steered them across the lot to a large warehouse-type building with a sign reading "Studio D" across the top. The entire campus was shockingly large, and despite the fact that he'd worked on dozens of movies in Hollywood, he always got lost getting around the vast lots and studios.
Entering the warehouse, Grant noted immediately that it was full of bustling personnel shouting across the open space as they hammered and built. His eyes widened at the utter chaos of it all, and yet, somehow everyone knew what they were doing and where they were going.
"They're currently building the sets for the movie," Ben explained loudly over the volume of the studio. He pointed toward a few different areas, explaining what each of those locations was going to be by the time filming started. "Ah, there's Simone."
Grant followed Ben's gesture to a woman dangling from a long piece of white silk suspended from the high beams above. Short dark hair with red streaks stood out against the white silk, and tattoos spread across her back and one arm. Her knee was bent around the fabric while the rest of her hung below, twisting in the air.
As they got closer, Grant heard the man standing a few feet underneath her instructing her to project louder.
"How loud can I possibly be upside down?" she snapped back. "I'm singing to the floor."
Grant tried not to laugh at her snarky response. He struggled not to notice how gorgeous she looked in a tight leotard and leggings that perfectly contoured her figure. Long, muscular legs stretched out over her upside-down small waist and perfect round breasts, she was as hypnotic to look at as she was to hear sing.
"From the top," the man continued, ignoring her complaints.
She sighed and swung her second leg up over the fabric just as Ben called out to her. "Simone!"
Her leg faltered as her gaze was pulled toward Ben, and she suddenly slipped from the fabric's embrace. The man beneath her stepped backwards, as if to avoid her falling on him.
Jumping forward, Grant reached out and caught her in his arms as she tumbled, just before she hit the ground.
"Ah!" She gasped, the wind clearly knocked out of her at the impact against his arms. She coughed and held her chest as he lowered her feet to the ground. Wide, bright brown eyes stared back at him as she caught her breath and a soft pink painted over her cheeks.
"Are you okay?" Grant asked her, ignoring the fact that the man who had been coaching her was now rushing over like he'd given a crap in the first place.
"Simone, are you okay?" the man asked.
"Step back," Grant said to him, his hand still on Simone's waist as she steadied herself. Grant wanted to punch the idiot in the face. "You were going to let her fucking fall."
The man put his hands up but didn't move away. "It happened so fast! That's not my fault."
Grant shot the coward a piercing glare. "I said step back."
"Okaaaay… Everyone calm down." Ben intervened, putting a hand on Simone's shoulder. Grant let go and gave him room. Ben turned to Simone. "Simmy, how are you feeling?"
She nodded her head slowly. "Fine. Just caught me by surprise is all."
Ben frowned, still looking worried. He waved over a production assistant wearing a headset walking by. "Hey, put in an order for a mat for when Ms. Reynolds is doing her aerial silk."
"Ben, the entire purpose is to not need safety measures," Simone tried to interject. "It's all about talent and precision."
"When you get some talent, then maybe you don't need a mat," Grant replied for Ben.
Ben laughed, but Simone looked ready to murder him as she cut her eyes his direction. "I'll have you know that I've been practicing for years," she informed him. "And I'm very good at it."
Grant crossed his arms over his chest and leveled his gaze at her. He wasn't about to miss out on a pay day he desperately needed because the lead actress had a death wish. "Sure, if you don't count almost falling to your death."
"Simone, this is Grant Mercer. He's the composer for Kiss Me, Kate, and you'll be working with him on your musical numbers." Ben pointed between the two. "And Grant, this is Simone Reynolds, our lead."
She put out her hand toward him, her red-streaked hair falling forward across her shoulder as she reached out. "It's nice to meet you."
From her tone, he didn't believe for a second that she thought meeting him was nice at all. Clearly, she'd forgotten the whole saved-her-life-a-few-seconds-ago thing. "Charmed," he replied, shaking her hand. "And you're welcome."
Her nostrils flared, but she gave a small nod, her chin pointed high. "Thanks for catching me."
He grinned, seeing how hard that admission must have been for her. As annoying as she'd already proven to be, he had to admit that he w
as starting to look forward to working with her. She was every bit the wild spirit he'd seen on television, and there was nothing more fun than challenging a woman who would certainly never back down from a fight.
Chapter Two
"He is literally infuriating," Simone said to her older sister, Teagan, as they stood on the local playground watching her two nieces running around the different structures, playing tag. "I cannot believe Ben invited him to dinner."
Teagan shrugged. "He's just being nice. The poor guy doesn't know anyone here, and Aria told me he's going through a divorce."
Simone raised her brows. "Really?"
"Yep," Teagan replied, then waved her hand toward her daughter, Piper, and Aria's daughter, Tillie, where they had moved to playing in the sandbox. "Piper! Don't throw sand at your cousin!"
"You made me eat sand once," Simone reminded her, chuckling.
Teagan laughed. "Let's hope the sins of the mother are not genetic," she replied. "Piper's been struggling to adjust to Reed being gone. She's always asking for Daddy, and it breaks my heart."
Simone put an arm around her sister's shoulder. "When does he get back from filming?"
"A month," Teagan said with a sigh. "But we're going to visit him in Paris next weekend."
"The life of actors," she replied. "I don't know how you all do it."
"Hey, you're an actress now, too." Teagan propped her hand on her hip. "You're going to be jet setting around the world soon enough."