Acts of Love

ACTS OF LOVE AN INSTALOVE ROMANCE CAMERON HART INTRODUCTION Want a free book? Connect with me! Acts of Love 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 Epilogue About the Author Also by Cameron Hart WANT A FREE BOOK? Sign up for my newsletter and get your copy of Chasing Stacy. River: One look at the stunning waitress carrying the weight of the world on her shoulders, and I’m a gonner. I wasn’t looking for a sweet little thing with auburn hair and more baggage than I can fit on the back of my bike, but there’s no going back now. She’s mine. I’ll prove to her I’m more than capable of handling her past and making her feel safe again. CONNECT WITH ME! Check out my website, cameronhart.net, for sneak previews on my latest projects. Follow me on social media: Facebook Page Facebook Group TikTok Instagram Goodreads Bookbub ACTS OF LOVE I’ve been scared of my own shadow for years, but Weston says I’m his sunshine… I made the mistake of telling my best friend I wanted to step outside of my comfort zone. I was thinking something along the lines of trying a caramel latte instead of a vanilla one, but my BFF convinced me to try out for the community theater play. When I show up, I see Weston Cooper Haze, movie star, millionaire, and winner of Sexiest Man Alive two years in a row. His eyes locked on mine the moment I stepped on stage, and he hasn’t let me out of his sights since. Weston says he’ll protect me, even though he doesn’t know what I’m afraid of. He keeps surprising me with his sweet words and gentle touches, but I’m not sure I can trust the bad boy of Hollywood with my fragile heart… ** Note: This book was previously published under the title "Act with Me," as part of Kristen Proby's With Me in Seattle series. Some names have changed, characters have been added, and there is a new epilogue, but the main story remains the same. What to expect from a Cameron Hart book: Lots of heat, plenty of sweet, and just enough drama to keep things interesting. No cheating, safe, guaranteed HEA! CHAPTER ONE WESTON “Mr. Haze, if you would just—" “No,” I growl, pacing back and forth in my agent’s office. “But—" “I said no. No way in hell am I going to fly out to Seattle to be in a community theater play.” I stop pacing momentarily, just long enough to glare at Matthew and Linda, the two hard-asses on my PR team. “Weston,” my agent, Ted, says more calmly. “This is serious. You’ve had a string of… incidents lately and this last one…” “Wasn’t my fault!” I finish for him. “How many times do I have to explain it? Teresa was the one who caused the scene. She went in there looking to stir up drama. I told her to go away.” “No, you told her to fuck off,” Linda unhelpfully adds. I shrug, not sure why that detail is important. The sentiment is the same either way. “You said it loudly, in a crowded Broadway theater on opening night. You also very publicly insulted her latest album.” I try, unsuccessfully, to hide my smirk. I didn’t even listen to her last album, but I’m sure it was terrible. She had decent music once, but that was at least five years and four albums ago. Teresa Marie sold her soul to the almighty dollar, just like everyone else around here. Just like… me. I shake my head of those thoughts, forcing myself not to feel the sharp sting of hypocrisy in my gut. I can’t deal with an existential crisis right now. Not when I already have a PR crisis on my hands. “She tried to slap me, for fuck’s sake. How is that my fault?” “And what about the guy you punched? Was that her fault, too?” Linda mutters. “Yes,” I groan, scrubbing my hands down my face. “If I wasn’t trying to avoid her attack I never would have bumped into that guy. How was I supposed to know he was a Russian diplomat who had a security team around him? Someone grabbed me, so I threw a punch!” Linda sighs defeatedly and shakes her head, leaning back in her seat. “You were drunk,” Matthew pipes in, trying to tackle this from a different angle. Between him and Linda, I know this is a losing battle, but I’m not giving up yet. “I had a few drinks at intermission, but I wasn’t drunk.” “Does it matter? The photos are damning. Your fist is cocked back for the punch while security holds you back. Teresa is in tears behind you, looking like she’s trying to stop you. Even you have to admit that it looks bad.” “Alright, alright,” Ted says, trying to diffuse the situation. “Let’s not blow this up into something it’s not.” I nod my head and motion toward my agent, letting my PR team know we should listen to him. He's strict but fair. One of the most well respected agents in the business. I was lucky enough to get picked up by him right after my first gig. I guess that pretty much summarizes my whole acting career—luck. I was out working a construction job with a friend when some middle-aged lady stopped on the sidewalk and handed us her card, saying we should audition for an action film being shot a few blocks away on one of the beaches here in LA. My buddy, Rider, and I thought she was giving us shit. Honestly, we thought it was some sort of reverse-construction-worker-catcall moment. But the lady just shrugged and said we could make a hell of a lot more than we were making in construction. Rider told her to scram,