Review + Excerpt: Hollywood Dirt by Alessandra Torre

Posted September 10, 2015 by Bethany in Reviews / 0 Comments

Hollywood Dirt Review + Excerpt: Hollywood Dirt by Alessandra Torreby Alessandra Torre
on September 7th 2015
Buy on Amazon
Genres: Contemporary, Romance
Source: ARC via author
Pages: 414

Cole Masten. Abandoned by his superstar wife, Hollywood’s Perfect Husband is now Hollywood’s Sexiest Bachelor: partying hard and screwing even harder. Watch out Los Angeles, there's a new bad boy in town.
Summer Jenkins. That’s me, a small town girl stuck in Quincy, Georgia. I cook some mean chicken and dumplins, can bluff a grown man out of his savings in poker, and was voted Most Friendly my senior year.
We were from different worlds. Our lives shouldn’t have collided. But then Cole Masten read a book about my small town. And six months later, his jet landed on our dusty airstrip, and he brought Hollywood with him.
From the start, I knew he was trouble. For our town. And for me.
Sometimes, opposites just aren’t meant to attract.

Stand-alone Contemporary Romance.


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Say the word Pepsi in this town, you best watch your back on the way out.

Hollywood Dirt combined three of my favorite things: Hollywood romance (I’m such a sucker for these), a Southern setting (I’m southern so I feel more invested), and Coca-Cola (because southerners just don’t drink Pepsi). When I heard Alessandra Torre was taking a break from writing her thrillers/suspense (which I love BTW) to write a new contemporary romance about a movie star and a small town girl, I was over-the-moon excited.  That is the kind of romance plot lots of women daydream about. Being swept off her feet by the handsome, rich man to live happily ever after. Well, it wouldn’t be a good book if it happened that easily.  😉

Brad Fucking Deluca

A couple of the things I loved most about Hollywood Dirt was the rooster “Cocky” and Brad Fucking Deluca. That chicken was cute and apart of some hilarious scenes. It also helped Cole and Summer bond. And OMG, Brad! I LOVED, LOVED, LOVED every single part of the book he was in. He literally stole the fucking show with every chapter he was in. He was like a pitbull smashing down doors and whooping ass! It made me want a new Brad Deluca book even more because I forgot how much I missed him.

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I enjoyed the tension between the characters. It was off the charts steamy and gave me shivers. I found Summer and Cole very relatable with their dual POVs. As always I enjoyed Ms. Torre’s writing style even though it was a little different from her usual. I’m glad she took a chance and spread her writing wings. I do have to admit it took me a little while to get into the story, and some parts were slow. That is why I’m teetering on a 3.5/4 star rating.  Overall, a fun twist on an old story.

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When the door to the production trailer burst open, it brought with it a wave of heat and beauty. Cole looked up from the storyboards and locked eyes with Summer, who blew across the room at him like a tornado on tilt.

“There’s no love story between Ida and Royce.” Summer snapped, throwing down the script, pages fluttering down between them. In the small trailer, conversations stalled and he could feel the attention turn their way. “I’ve read the book. Three times!”

It was good to know that someone had read the damn book. Cole glanced down at her temper tantrum of a mess and back up, raising his eyebrows mildly. “It’s a movie,” he said, turning back to the storyboards. “The writers are adding some excitement. It’s normal. You’d know that if you were in this business.” The dig was unnecessary but he couldn’t help it. This woman turned him into the devil.

“I read the first script. The one you sent over with my contract. Ida and Royce hated each other. Why would Royce…” she snatched up a page from the ground and read out a line. “pushes Ida against the file cabinet and kisses her passionately.” She balled up the page and threw it down to the ground and he could see, in her eyes, the panic. Panic. An unexpected reaction.

“We’ll use that,” Don made the dangerous move of stepping in, putting a soft hand on her shoulder. “You don’t understand. The passion from their hatred will make it hotter.”

“No.” Summer said, her face hard, her eyes on Cole. “It doesn’t make it hotter. It makes it stupid.”

“Aww… come on, Summer.” Cole chided, stepping closer, his hand reaching out to pull at her wrist. She fought him, yanking it back and the moment of their bodies meeting didn’t happen. He leaned down and whispered, right against her ear, the smell of her apple-scented lotion enough to make him want to empty out the production trailer right that moment. “Sure it does.”

She jerked back and twisted away. “If he kisses me on camera I’m going to lose it.” She shot at Don, pointing an accusatory finger in Cole’s direction.

“I know you will,” Cole laughed, crossing his arms to fight from reaching out. “You’ll fall apart under my mouth, baby.”

Summer screamed in response, her hands thrown up in frustration, and spun to leave, her script left behind, the slam of the exit door loud in the full production trailer.

“That went well,” Cole mused. He linked his hands and rested them on his head, rolling his shoulders back. Panic. She’d had panic in her eyes. Fuck.

“What do you expect?” Don said. “You threw this on her without warning. I told you we should have met with her this morning, gone over the changes to prepare her. But no – you just wanted to dump it on her via call sheets and sides.”

“Dump it on her? I was People’s Sexiest Man last year. She’s not mentally adjusting to a war camp for God’s sake. How hard is it to kiss me?”

“It’s actually three kisses,” a dark-haired PA to his left pointed out. “And a grope.”

He gave her a hard look and she withered a little.

“I’ll go talk to her,” Don said. “Eileen, you shoot #4 and I’ll talk to Summer. I want to try to get #14 shot at eleven so let’s get our asses in gear and get this done.”

“I’ll talk to her.” Cole stepped in. “You shoot #4 and I’ll talk to her.”

“No,” Don snapped. “With my luck you two would make up and any authenticity to the scene would disappear. Just stay away from her and be ready at eleven.”

Cole chewed on his cheek, then nodded. “Fine.” Don was right. He should stay away from her. Far. Far away.

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About Alessandra Torre

Alessandra Torre is an award-winning New York Times bestselling author of ten novels. Her books focus on romance and suspense, all with a strong undercurrent of sexuality. Torre has been featured in such publications as Elle and Elle UK, co-hosted Dirty Sexy Funny with Jenny McCarthy, as well as guest blogged for the Huffington Post and RT Book Reviews. She is also the Bedroom Blogger for



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