Free Her Fictional Fling: Scandals in Scotland Contemporary Romance Series Book 1 by Jo Summers

last week of filming, the cast and crew were in good spirits, relaxed, goofing off, and taking it easy, and Colin only had to work a few hours to reshoot a couple of scenes where the editor had located errors.
    While Colin wrapped up, Andi had a chance to screen a few clips of the movie, and seeing him bring her fictional hero, Bjorn, to life, was an experience she wouldn’t soon forget. Onscreen, Colin gave a dead-on performance of the Viking who’d searched most of his adult life for the girl he’d loved as a child and lost, and it gave Andi chills to see him holding the actress who played Astrid, so close to his body. The passionate portrayal he gave while the camera rolled was, as far as Andi could tell, not very different from the lust she’d seen in his eyes the evening before.
    Her gut clenched tight. She knew he only wanted a casual, sex-only relationship with her, and it was guaranteed by their circumstances to be short-lived, but what if even that was an act? What if—when he held her again, when she tried once more to release hold of her body and let him take over—it was all a game?
    “Alright, Writer,” Colin said, joining her near a group of cameramen at the edge of the area used for a set. “I can’t take another minute of your mingling. Let’s get the hell out of here for the afternoon, shall we? Do some sightseeing? What do you think, Andi?” He set a hand on her elbow, tugging her gently to his side.
    Andi happened to glance at the actress playing Astrid. What was with the stink eye? Andi smiled at the woman, who quickly looked away. A strange twinge of something she couldn’t put her finger on swept through Andi’s veins. I invented you, she thought silently , don’t get sassy on me. She looped her arm through the gorgeous man beside her and set her other hand on his forearm, putting the bitchy glare she’d just received out of her mind.
    “Where to?” she asked, setting her shoulders back as she looked up at Colin.
    “That, I can’t tell you,” he said. “You’ll just have to trust me.”
    Right. When royalties grow on trees.
    “Alright,” she said, “But first, hand over the flash drive.”
    Colin smiled and reached down to fish the small pink piece of plastic out of his pocket. He dropped it into her open palm, closing his large hand over hers, the heat from his skin seeping into her own. Maybe, just maybe, her lucky charm would work for her once more.
    After Colin changed out of costume and washed up in his trailer, he took Andi to his motorcycle like he had the previous evening. But this time, without the crowds of photographers swarming, he took his time before hopping on, his hands lingering around her waist when he pulled her close. He placed the same helmet on her head again, but instead of buckling it quickly, stopped to kiss her slowly on the mouth, surprising the hell out of her. His lips tasted like salted caramel, and as he pulled away, he nibbled the flesh of her bottom lip, setting off a surge of lightning under her skin.
    Just one kiss, and Andi could feel warm moisture between her legs. Surely sleeping with Colin would ease her hunger, and then maybe she could check out that online dating site that Lily had begged her to sign up for; she definitely couldn’t jump back into the sea of fish in her current state. She needed to be with a man who knew what he was doing, who could show her what she was missing and build the confidence she might have had if she’d never fallen into Jared’s dangerous web.
    Twenty-six was too damn old to have spent so long sleeping with one crappy guy, and Colin was exactly the right type to help her get back in the saddle, so to speak. At that moment, Andi decided that no matter how scared she was, no matter how strong the fear threatened when the issue of sex came up again, she wasn’t going to back away from it this time. She would push through, no matter how terrified she might be of making a fool of herself, of doing all the wrong