Caught on Camera (Black Towers Book 1) by Lauren Hawkeye, Suzanne Rock

this gig—or get you the credentials to build your name. You want to build your name, don’t you?”
    Georgia sighed as her hair stylist started brushing out her hair.
    “Don’t lie to me, Georgia. I'm not doing all of this for nothing. You either want to make a career in acting or you don't.”
    “No, I do. I do. And I'm grateful.”
    “Right.” Some ruffling of papers vibrated over the line. “Look Georgia. I have a meeting with a client. Besides, I'm not quite sure what to tell you at this point. Just soldier through the scenes and collect your check. In a few short months, filming will wrap and you never have to see him again.”
    “Right.” Georgia felt like she’d been hit by a truck. “Thanks.”
    “Cheer up. Think of all of the pretty things you can buy with your new money.”
    Yeah, like her rent, and something more substantial than a salad from the supermarket.
    “Good. Talk to you later, babe. Love ya lots.” Sharon made kissing noises on the phone.
    Georgia couldn’t help but laugh. It was this thing Sharon did, just like everyone in Hollywood. It seemed as if everyone was fake-kissing and spreading love that they didn't really feel. That was one of the reasons why she had been so attracted to Cole in the beginning. Cole always played the cool party-boy for the public, but when they were alone, he was much more reserved and pensive. When they’d talked, she felt as if she was getting the real deal, not the image he was trying to portray.
    Now? Now she didn’t know who he was at all.
    Georgia sniffed as tears stung her eyes.
    “Oh honey, don't cry. You'll get that eyeliner all over yourself.” The stylist spun the chair around and started dabbing Georgia’s cheeks carefully with a tissue.
    “Thanks.” Georgia sniffed again as her gaze fell to the hairdresser's nametag. “Maria.”
    Georgia felt ashamed that she had never thought to ask for the woman's name before now. As Maria cleaned off her makeup, she babbled about some club she and some other members of the crew were going to that night.
    “You should come,” she said as she pulled the tissue away and stepped back. “It will be fun.”
    “I don't know.” Georgia averted her gaze. “Dancing isn't really my thing.”
    “That's not what I heard.”
    Georgia stiffened, frowning as she met the woman's gaze. “Not what you heard?”
    Maria dumped her tissues in a nearby waste basket. “I heard that back when you and Cole were dating, the two of you went out dancing almost every night.”
    Yeah, and they drank every night, too. They got high. Those were some of the best times, and the worst times, of her life.
    “You should come out.”
    “I don’t think so.”
    “Come on, it will be fun.” Maria grinned. “I’d love to see you shake it on the dance floor.”
    She leaned in and winked conspiratorially. “It will be just the thing to get over whatever’s bothering you.”
    Georgia stared at her for a moment as she realized that Maria was right. Georgia didn’t want to see Cole, but that didn’t mean she had so stay cooped up in her apartment. If she went home now, she’d probably binge on reality television with a hot cup of tea and end up in bed having sex with her butterfly toy again. If she went out for an hour or two and had some fun, perhaps it would be just what she needed to shake Cole from her thoughts for good.
    “I don’t drink anymore,” she said slowly.
    Maria shrugged. “Neither do I.” She leaned in close and smiled. “Two months sober, thanks to AA.” She winked and leaned back. I hear that Diablo makes a mean virgin daiquiri. I swear it tastes like the real thing.
    Georgia smiled, relief washing over her. “Okay, I’ll go then.”
    “You will?” Maria’s eyes widened.
    “Yes.”
    Maria clasped her hands. “This is going to be so much fun. Just wait until I tell Jessica.”
    Georgia chuckled as she watched Maria scurry out of the dressing room.
    “Oh!” Maria popped her head back around the