She came to Hollywood to make it on her own terms. He lives like he’s got nothing to lose.
Los Angeles, 1997. Carly Reeves has spent three years waitressing on Sunset Boulevard, turning down every sleazy shortcut while sending headshots to every casting office in the city. She’s disciplined, determined, and done waiting for her break.
Eddie Fairweather is a stuntman with a death wish he won’t admit to, a scar for every blockbuster he’s bled for, and a laugh loud enough to fill every room he walks into. He doesn’t plan for tomorrow. Tomorrow has never been the point.
When Eddie nearly runs Carly down with a motorcycle in a studio parking lot, the shouting match that follows is loud enough to catch a director’s attention — and land Carly a speaking role in a Pinnacle Studios action thriller.
There’s just one catch: she has to do her own stunts. And Eddie is the one who’ll teach her.
What starts as bruising daily training sessions becomes something neither of them expected. Eddie teaches Carly to fall and trust she’ll be caught. Carly teaches Eddie that wanting to be alive tomorrow isn’t weakness. Late nights on the stunt mats turn into whispered confessions, and then into something more.
Sometimes the most dangerous stunt is letting yourself fall for real.
A sharp, wisecracking Nineties romance with all the glamour, danger and romance of the movie business.
