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

things. She refused to live her life afraid of something as inconsequential as sex.
    And if she was honest, she also secretly hoped, deep down, that Colin could show her how to feel good in bed. She must have been with Jared hundreds of times, but it had never, ever been good for her; she’d always been left feeling hollowed out—empty—yet she still hoped, perhaps naively, that it wouldn’t always be that way. She hoped Colin could bring that part of her to life.

Chapter Seven
    After driving from the set back into downtown Glasgow where they parked along Byres Road, Andi was sure her hair would look like a rat’s nest, but Colin didn’t say a word as he slipped his sunglasses into his shirt collar, then lifted the helmet off of her head. Andi reached up to smooth down any wayward strands, and caught Colin staring at her, hands in the pockets of the jeans he’d changed into back at the set.
    “What?” she asked, suddenly self-conscious.
    “You have no idea how appealing you are, do you?”
    Andi resisted the urge to deny his compliment, knowing it would make her look like a silly teenager rather than the strong woman hidden inside her. She wished that woman would show up more often—she could really use a pep talk right about now.
    “Thank you,” she said simply, meeting his eyes.
    Colin reached up and placed a finger under her chin, raising it for her. “It’s true,” he said.
    Andi swallowed around the lump that rose in her throat.
    “You need to start accepting that. I don’t know what happened at the condo last night,” he started, and Andi opened her mouth to explain but Colin held up a hand as if to tell her not to interrupt and she bit her bottom lip instead of speaking. “And I don’t need to know,” he continued. “But whatever it is, you have nothing to be shy about.”
    He stopped speaking and pulled her close against him. “And, if you’ll let me try again, I’ll show you just how sexy I think you are.”
    Andi didn’t say anything. She couldn’t have if she wanted to because her brain was thick with fog, the words swimming in chaos, out of reach. Astonishing how, just using her imagination and a little research, she could craft scene after scene of sexual tension and release in her books, but a single, forward comment from this man had the power to undo her completely. It was becoming harder and harder to separate reality from acting. That’s what this was, after all, wasn’t it? A two-person play starring Andi and Colin—happy new couple—tumbling toward a known ending as each day of the short week passed.
    Colin released her from his grasp and when his arm trailed down hers, he grabbed her hand, squeezing her palm as he tugged her eagerly toward the endless upscale boutiques along the sidewalk. The city was beautiful with its Victorian architecture framed by mountains in the background. Tourists and locals enjoyed after-dinner coffee and dessert as they leisurely read newspapers and worked on laptops at outdoor café tables. A few people looked up as they passed, some giving Colin second glances despite his dark sunglasses, but for the most part, they walked along unnoticed, blending in as though he and Andi were just a normal couple out enjoying the cool evening.
    The notion wasn’t half-bad.
    “Where are we going?” she asked again, slightly nervous that the jeans and sweater she’d chosen might not be appropriate for their destination.
    “You’ll find out soon enough,” he said, glancing over at her, the corners of his eyes wrinkling with his grin.
    They walked along holding hands and Andi was certain they’d be attacked by paparazzi, but then again, no press release had disclosed their plans like it probably had about the cast party at the hotel, so she breathed a sigh of relief, hoping they would have some uninterrupted time together.
    She couldn’t imagine living her entire life with an audience like he did. No matter how her books grew in popularity, Andi would