Hollywood will chew you up and spit you out…
Flora Wright never imagined she would leave Wharton, Virginia. She was practically born with the salt of the sleepy, seaside town flecking her cheeks. The sound of the waves lapping against the tetrapods was her nightly lullaby. The wolves that loped along the shoreline were her friends, her family—her pack. She dreamed of stardom beyond the towns’ limits, but anything beyond the local Miss Dogwood pageant crown seemed like a fantasy.
That is, until Carver Merlotte, talent scout and agent extraordinaire, walks into her motel.
Flora finds herself on the next flight to Los Angeles. La La Land isn’t quite what she expected. She quickly discovers that everyone is jaded, the glamor isa facade, and a makeup brush can hide any imperfection, especially if you know your angles.
Dominic Valentine certainly knows his.
With his star on the decline and his reputation in shambles, Dom is at the mercy of the production company. When he’s signed to a horror film alongside a trembling ingenue and a volatile director, he can’t possibly refuse.
But there’s something special about Flora Wright. Dominic can smell it, even through the rubber monster costume he is forced to wear.
