Not Just An Act

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Deanna Titone, New Jersey native, has just inherited Hideaway Villa—an upscale B & B right outside Branson, Missouri – from her cousin. This stroke of good luck allows her to quit her stressful job and start her life over. Running this business should be easy, right?

No one warned Deanna about the bizarre demands guests could make while booking reservations, or staying overnight, nor about the quirky staff – including the handsome handyman, Gus Swenson, who mysteriously showed up on her first day. After a couple of trying days, Deanna is ready to give up.

Chet Lancaster is one of Hollywood’s famous actors. Recently, Chet has watched his career, and his life, tailspin into tabloid fodder. Reluctantly, he accepts the role of an ex-con turned handyman for his next movie in the hopes of reviving his career. In order to research his upcoming role, his agent sends him undercover to Hideaway Villa as Gus Swenson. The catch – no one can know his true identity.

Keeping the truth from Deanna is harder than Chet could have imagined, especially after the sparks fly between them. Can he convince her that his love is true, and not just an act?
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Chapter One

"There’s no place like home," Deanna muttered under her breath as she sat at her desk in her tiny cubicle. She wished she could be like Dorothy from the Wizard of Oz, just tap her heels together and go home, away from work. She sighed and looked out the window. "No, I take that back. I really like my job," she said quietly.? "It’s the people I can’t stand."

"Deanna, are you okay?" Val, her friend and co-worker asked.

"Do you really have to?" She slumped down further in her chair.

"What happened? Do you want to go into the conference room to talk?" Val asked.

"No! The walls have ears. I wouldn’t put it past Pete to have the room bugged so he could hear every conversation. Tell you what, it’s almost lunchtime, do you want to go out?"

"Sure, let me grab my purse. Where do you want to go?"

"I’d love to go to a bar, but then I’d be fired for drinking on the job. Maybe it wouldn’t look so bad right now." She grabbed her purse and followed Val out of the office.

"Where are you going, Deanna?" Pete, her boss, seemed to have come from out of nowhere. "Remember, those procedures are due at the end of the day. If I were you, I wouldn’t think about taking a lunch."

"I’ll have it done," Deanna said through clenched lips. "I’m just going to grab a sandwich and I’ll be right back."

"Make sure it will hold you through dinner, because it looks like you’re going to be working late." Pete turned and went back into his office.

"Didn’t you finish it last night?" Val whispered.

"I’ll tell you about it once we get out of here," Deanna whispered back. "Oh, no. There’s Eric." She rolled her eyes.

"Looking good, Deanna. Say, I have tickets to the Flyers game, you want to go tonight?" Eric asked as he popped out of his cubical almost in her face.

"No, thanks. I don’t have time." She tried to go around him, but he grabbed her arm.

"Why won’t you go out with me?"

"I told you, I don’t date my co-workers," she said firmly.

"But look how good we would be together, you know? You are a hot looking chick and I’m gorgeous. We’d make a great couple."

"Listen once and for all. I’m not interested." Deanna ran out of the office with Val in hot pursuit.

"He is so full of himself," Val panted as she tried to keep up with Deanna. "Start talking."

"Not yet. I want to make sure we’re not being followed." Deanna looked both ways and bolted for the local sandwich shop. Once inside, Deanna slumped down at a vacant table and turned to Val.

"I feel sorry for you," Val commented. "What’s with Pete? Why is he being so mean to you? You are the best Business Analyst there is, yet he nitpicks all of your work."

"And he steals my ideas and presents it like they’re his own. It makes me so angry." Deanna had to wipe away a tear. "Yes, I’m writing all of the procedures, designing and coding all the apps, but look at the manual the next time you get a chance. My name is nowhere to be found on any of it. It’s all Pete. My last performance review was just satisfactory. I only got a two percent raise and absolutely no bonus. I put in over sixty hours a week, working nights and weekends, but for what?"

"Can you talk to Human Resources?" Val suggested.

"You’ve got to be kidding me, right?" Deanna shook her head. "Alma Patterson happens to be the meanest person on earth and as old as the hills."

"Can you go to Pete’s boss?" Val asked.

"No. I’m just stuck. I should really start looking for another job. This is Philadelphia, a big city, right? There’s got to be something else around here. I have to get out of here!"

They grabbed a sandwich and headed back to the office. Deanna looked around and noticed most cubicles were empty indicating everyone had taken lunch. "Perfect," she mumbled. She loved the quiet time and she could get things done. Before she started on her project, for the umpteenth time, mind you?thanks to Pete?she reviewed her situation.

At twenty-nine, she felt she had accomplished a lot for someone her age. She owned her own condo, a brand new Mercedes Benz, and had even started her own stock portfolio. Deanna had dated some but her parents, who still lived in New Jersey, always tried to fix her up with a good Italian boy. After a few miserable dates, Deanna really didn’t care for Italian men. The ones she had met had all been mama’s boys and wanted their girlfriends to treat them the same way.

Not for her.

She didn’t consider herself bad looking, at five foot eight with dark brown, long, curly hair and big, soulful light brown eyes, but she felt a little overweight. Maybe too curvy. Being Italian, her mother thought food solved everything. Now out of the parents’ house, Deanna had joined a fitness club and managed to lose around fifteen pounds, her end goal twenty. Maybe she should work on her resume tonight to get a new job. Maybe with a new job, she could meet other people who had a single friend looking for a woman. She sighed and put in her ear buds to her iPod and immersed herself into finishing this project.

"Are you done yet?" Pete asked, scaring her half to death.

"Almost," Deanna said, not looking at Pete. She glanced at her watch, which read four. "I promise it will be done by five."

"It better be. I need it for tomorrow’s meeting at nine and I need time to review it."

"You’ll have it." She didn’t break stride, which offended Pete and he stomped off angrily.

"He really is giving you a hard time, isn’t he," Eric asked as he perched himself on her desk.

"I really don’t have time to discuss this with you at the moment," she said, not looking at him. "I have to get this done."

"You know what you need?" He placed his hands on Deanna’s shoulders to massage them.

"Don’t touch me!" Deanna warned as she pulled away. Anger coursed through her as she glared at him. Four years of college for this?

* * * * *

Deanna made it home on time and went straight for the wine. She pulled open the freezer door to decide what frozen concoction she would have for dinner when the buzzer for her condo sounded. She smiled when she saw Val. "Come on in. What a sight for sore eyes!" Deanna hugged her friend.

"You looked like you needed this, so I brought some wine and a suitcase filled with clothes to spend the night just in case we drink too much." Val extended the bottles to Deanna and set her suitcase down.

"Here, I’ve poured you a glass of wine." Deanna handed it to Val and smiled. "So, what do you feel like having for dinner?"

"Let’s splurge. Let’s have a deep dish pizza."

"Know the number by heart." Deanna picked up the phone only to find someone on the other end. "Hello?" She gave Val a questioning look.

The voice on the other end cleared his throat. "Yes, my name is Dean Winters, from the Winters Legal Group in Branson, Missouri. I’m looking for Deanna Titone."

"This is she," Deanna replied, her head spinning. Whom did she know in Branson? Hell, she had never been there before. A thought crossed her mind. Had someone stolen her credit card and racked up charges?

"I’m calling you because your cousin, Guisi Galluccio, has passed away."

"Guisi? My goodness. I didn’t even know she had been ill." Deanna thought about the cousin whom she hadn’t seen in ages. Guisi had lived with Deanna’s family for a while and then she met someone and left. Her family would receive Christmas cards from her from all over the world but her mother hadn’t mentioned her lately. Deanna thought hard trying to figure out how old she was. Maybe in her fifties? "Um, I’m sorry to hear this. We haven’t heard from her in a while. What did she die from?"

"Ovarian cancer. If it’s any consolation, she didn’t suffer. She came to me right before her death and finalized her will. She has listed you as the sole beneficiary."

Deanna did a double take. "She what?" She couldn’t believe it.

"Is it possible you could come to Branson so I can talk to you? What she has left you is quite sizeable and I want to explain everything, your options, or answer any questions you might have."

"I think I can get the time off." Deanna’s mind went into overdrive as she thought about her unused vacation time at work.

"I know this is sudden, but Guisi insisted it be dealt with immediately. You see, you have inherited Hideaway Villa, a successful bed and breakfast, one of the most sought after in the area. I know of at least three people who are eager to buy it from you if you choose to go that route."

"This is a lot of information to process," Deanna said, stunned. A bed and breakfast? What did she know about them? Zilch, that’s what. "I’ll make the necessary travel arrangements." Deanna wrote down the information and when she hung up, she just stared at Val.

"What is going on?" Val asked impatiently. "Who is Guisi?"

"She is? was my cousin," Deanna explained excitedly. "When I was little, her parents died and she came to live with us. I always looked up to her as my big sister. Well, she met Mr. Right and they traveled all over the world sending us Christmas cards from everywhere. I haven’t heard from her in years." Deanna shook her head. "Apparently, she died and left me everything. She had been running a bed and breakfast outside of Branson. The lawyer wants me down there right away to discuss the details of the will."

"Branson, like in Missouri? Have you ever been there before?" Val asked.

"Never. You know what? Let’s order dinner and I have to talk to my parents." Deanna picked up the phone and placed the order, while Val looked on, loaded with questions.

"So, what are you going to do? Are you going to quit your job?"

"The way I look at it, from what I’ve been told, I will go look at it and see what it’s all about. The lawyer said he has three buyers in line if I want to sell it. Hell, yes I’m quitting my job!"

"Don’t count your money so fast," Val laughed. "Let’s look at the place online to see what you’re getting into."

Deanna booted up her tablet and quickly found the website. "Hideaway Villa. Even the name sounds like paradise."

"It’s beautiful," Val said breathlessly as they looked at the photos. "Look at all of the trees and it’s situated by such a pretty lake."

"I wonder how much something like that would sell for." Deanna wondered.

"Maybe you can look into how to run one of them. It can’t be that hard to run one of those," Val suggested instead.

"We’re talking about me," Deanna reminded her. "I can barely change a light bulb."

"You hire someone to do those kinds of chores." Val rolled her eyes. "I would kill to be given this chance."

"I have to call my parents. Keep looking, okay?" Deanna quickly called her mother.

"Who died?" Rose, her mother, asked.

"Someone did die. Guisi. Did you know about it?"

"What? My only niece? How did you find out about it? God bless. I can’t believe it, she was only fifty-eight years old. What did she die from? When is the funeral?"

"Slow down, Mom. Did you know she lived in Branson, Missouri? The lawyer said she died of ovarian cancer, but I really don’t know about any details. The lawyer wants me to come down to meet with him. I’m the sole benefactor of a bed and breakfast she left me. If I can sell it, I can quit my job."

"You are not selling it. No way, no how, over my dead body. There is a reason Guisi left it to you, because she knew you wouldn’t sell it. This is to stay in our family."? Her mother’s adamant vehemence surprised her.

"Get real? What do I know about how to run a bed and breakfast?" Deanna shook her head in frustration.

"You learn how to do it, you hear me?"

"It would mean I’d be living in Missouri, nowhere near you." Deanna tried to play her trump card.

"No problem. Your father and I can retire in Branson."

"You’d never leave Jersey. Come on."

"We would for you," Rose swore.

"Oh." Well, that didn’t work. "I’ll let you know my plans since I’ve got a lot to do."

"Find out about the funeral," Rose cut in before Deanna could hang up. "She wouldn’t dare not to have a funeral. What kind of good Italian girl wouldn’t have one?"

"Something tells me she didn’t want one. I’ll find out for you." Deanna rolled her eyes and laughed as Val did the same.

"Your mother is something else," Val said, laughing.

"I know. Very much the drama queen." The phone rang. "Hello?"

"Hey, Deanna. It’s me, Eric."

"Um, how did you get my number?" she asked and she looked over at Val and mouthed ‘Eric’.

"I’ve had it for a while," he said. "I got fired today because of you. I’m not too happy about it. The least you can do now is go out with me since we’re no longer working together."

"You have got to be kidding. I wouldn’t go out with you if you were the last man on earth. Don’t you ever call this number again!" Deanna slammed the phone down. "Do you believe the nerve of him?"

"I tell you," Val suggested to Deanna. "Branson is looking better all the time."

* * * * *

In Hollywood, actor Chet Lancaster slumped in the chair of his agent and scowled. "You want me to do what?"

"You’re not so hot right now and this would be a perfect role for you to get back into the game." His agent, Maurice Feldman glared at him over the rim of his glasses. The movie is called Act of Forgiveness. It’s about an ex-con who has served his time in jail and has reformed. He wants to reunite with the true love of his life. He goes back to his hometown in the south where she still lives. He wants to observe her for a while, so he takes on odd jobs as a handyman, all the while keeping an eye on her. She then realizes who he is and first, won’t talk to him. Slowly, they get back together and live happily ever after."

"A handyman? Really?" Chet asked.

"It’s what you’re going to learn. Starting tomorrow, you are driving, incognito by the way, to Branson, where you have a job at a place called Hideaway Villa. You are expected to report to work next week. Just like your dad."

"Which is why I chose acting," Chet stated.

"It’s why you are perfect for the role. Just keep an expense account of everything."

"How long will I have to stay at this place?" Chet growled.

"About three months. You can do it."

"Oh, man. This is really crimping my style." Chet felt miserable.

"Twelve million dollars," Maurice dangled in front of him. "You don’t want to lose that."

Chet grumbled under his breath. "Okay, I’ll do it." He got up and left, thinking very dark thoughts. He donned his baseball cap so he wouldn’t be recognized and made his way to his beloved Porsche. He easily slid his six foot five inch frame into the driver seat and started the engine. He really didn’t want this role, but what could he do about it? Chet looked back on his life and how he’d climbed into Hollywood.

Born and raised in Montana, he couldn’t wait to escape from there. At college in California, he played baseball but then he took an acting course and he became hooked. It helped that he looked like a leading man with his dark blonde hair and his rugged facial features. His piercing blue eyes and dark eyebrows had all of the ladies swooning. Actually, he had posed several times for artists designing covers for Romance books when he first came to Hollywood and needed money. He had dropped out of school, which broke his parents’ hearts. His father, who owned a repair shop, and his mother, a librarian, had bigger plans for their one and only son.

Chet’s first starring role came and he became a household name. His parents couldn’t have been more proud. Chet had dated some really gorgeous woman but now at thirty, he admittedly he had become bored with the scene. Maybe during the trip out to Branson on his motorcycle he could do some serious soul searching. It’s a good thing he still remembered helping his father with the business so he wouldn’t make a fool of himself.

Three months?

Twelve million dollars.

"Okay, Chet," he told himself. "Time to man up."

* * * * *

"Mr. Winters? I am Deanna Titone." She glanced at the lawyer, surprised at how young he looked, when he had sounded so much older over the phone. Deanna admired his looks, taking in his crisp suit, athletic build, and masculinity. He had light blonde hair and intelligent green eyes, which seemed to assess her as she introduced herself to him. She looked past him and saw the picture of a beautiful woman, obviously his wife and cute little tow-headed boy, about three years old. Darn.

"Yes, Deanna." Dean extended his hand to shake hers. "Please have a seat and we can go over the details."

"Thank you," she said as she sat down, trembling with a combination of nerves and excitement. Her father had wanted to come with her but she had put her foot down. She could handle this.

"Here." Dean handed her the will to read. "It’s a pretty standard will but here is the part that lists you as the sole beneficiary of her estate. She has left you Hideaway Villa and her account of ten million dollars."

"What?" Deanna stammered. She thought she might faint. She had never fathomed that much money. Hell, she could sell the place and not worry about finding another job. "Can I ask what my cousin did for a living?"

"She ran Hideaway Villa. Her husband, God rest his soul, owned a shipping company in Italy. Needless to say, she didn’t have to worry about expenses. When he passed away, she made even more money by really fixing up the place. There is a waiting list to get into it."

"Since she hadn’t been in contact with our family, we were really saddened by her death. When exactly did she die?"

"She died two days ago and didn’t want a funeral. Her ashes have already been shipped back to Italy, to be buried with her husband."

"My mother is not going to be pleased about that." Deanna already dreaded telling her. "Did she have a house here?"

"No, she lived at Hideaway Villa. Everything is now in your name. Here’s the key." He paused for a second. "Have you had a chance to look at the place?"

"Uh, no. I just got here and came directly to see you." Deanna thought of something else. "The money, who handles it?"

"An accountant, of course. If you’d like, I can have you meet with him. How long do you plan on staying here?"

"I’m here for an indefinite time. You see, I quit my job."

"Good to know," Dean said, nodding his head. "We hope you like it and will stay. I’ll make the appointment with the accountant and in the meantime, I’d like to take you out to there so you can meet the staff. You didn’t make any hotel arrangements did you?"

"No, I thought I’d scope out the place first." Deanna couldn’t grasp all this. She should’ve brought her father with her. Mistake number one.

"Good, because you can stay there. Come, let’s take a ride." Dean picked up his keys and Deanna followed him.

While he drove, Dean gave Deanna some information about the town and its history. Hideaway Villa was just outside the city limits, but catered to the tourists as well. They were on a highway going through some rolling mountains then the roads narrowed and became winding. Deanna found it charming, but thought about what it would be like in the winter months with the snow. Not fun. When Dean pulled up to a beautiful plantation style house, Deanna fell in love with it. Not only that, the house sat on a huge lake that seemed to go on forever. The pictures on the website did not do it justice.

"This is so beautiful," Deanna exclaimed, as she got out of the car.

"I told you. Your cousin said the same thing when she saw this place." Dean smiled "Come, let’s go inside, and meet the staff." He stopped midsentence as a large Golden Lab ran up to greet them, the tail wagging enthusiastically, waiting for a pet. "First off, I’d like you to meet Dulce. She’s the official greeter."

"She’s beautiful." Deanna bent down to pet her and found a friend for life. "Who does she belong to?"

"She was Guisi’s dog, but I think she belongs to you now," Dean laughed. "Come. They’re waiting for you."

"Sure." Deanna followed Dean in and gasped at the d?cor. She felt that she had stepped back in time to the 1800’s of the old south.

"Pretty nice, huh?" Dean smiled. "Don’t be fooled. It has all modern day appliances. Wait to you see the kitchen." Dean went through double doors. "Bobbi Jo? Where are you?"

"Dean Winters, what the hell are you doing in my kitchen?" An older lady, stout, with her gray hair wrapped tightly in a bun, eyebrows penciled in, and dressed in an apron, came out with a wooden spoon in her raised hand.

"Easy, Bobbi Jo. I just want you to meet someone." Dean turned to Deanna.

"Good Lawd," Bobbi Jo exclaimed as she clutched her heart. "I didn’t realize Guisi had a daughter!"

"No, I’m not her daughter," Deanna answered with a smile. I’m her cousin. Guisi’s mother and mine were sisters. By the way, I am Deanna Titone, pleased to meet you."

"Pleased to meet you," Bobbi Jo answered and pumped Deanna’s hand in a healthy handshake. "We’ve been wondering when you would get here. Everybody wants to meet you. We want to know if you’re going to sell?"

"I haven’t decided yet," Deanna admitted. "I’ve never run a bed and breakfast before, so I’m not sure what I’m getting into."

"It’s running pretty much on its own," Bobbi Jo explained. "You got me, the best chef in Missouri. Then there is Noel. He is our interior decorator." Bobbi Jo leaned in to whisper to Deanna. "He’s a good boy, but honey, he plays for the other team, if you know what I mean."

"Oh. Not a problem." Deanna had to bite a smile, remembering where she was. Coming from a big city, she gauged people on who they were, not their sexual orientation.

"Then you got your cleaning staff, Maria and Yolanda, two of the hardest working women I know."

"Bill, who is not here right now, is your night man. He watches the desk and answers the phone if necessary. He’s a retired policeman. I’ll make sure you meet him," Dean said.

"Good. What about a handyman?" She thought about her lack of knowledge on the subject.

"A new person will be starting next week," Dean chimed in. "Walter is retiring. He doesn’t want to but the poor guy is ninety years old."

"And blind as a bat and ornery as a junk yard dog," Bobbi Jo added.

"Then who does the books and pays the bills?" Deanna asked.

"Miss Guisi took care of all it," Bobbi Jo said sadly.

"I’ve been helping out since Guisi had been ill," Dean said. "It’s not hard and you can work hand in hand with the accountant whom you’ll meet tomorrow."

"I see," Deanna said, suddenly feeling overwhelmed.

"You look like an honest person," Bobbi Jo commented. "Sure hope you stay. We could use a person like you around here."

"Why thank you," Deanna said as she forced a smile. My God! What was she getting into?

* * * * *

Deanna followed Bobbi Jo to Guisi’s room and looked around. Her cousin had not skimped on any of the decorating. The living room had sleek leather furniture with wood floors. The kitchen had all modern appliances and imported stone for the floor. Walking into the bedroom, Deanna gasped. A modern, ornate dark-wooded, king-sized bed with matching dressers adorned the bedroom. Deanna felt she was in an Italian resort. A little too much for her taste, but why replace any of it?

"This is where you’ll stay. Let me know if you need anything and I’ll be happy to help." Bobbi Jo seemed proud and Deanna had to smile.

"I’m sure I’ll be fine. Dean is supposed to call me to let me know of my appointment tomorrow, but why don’t I follow you around so I can meet the others."

"Sounds good," Bobbi Jo replied. "Most people don’t get up until later in the morning so I can call for a meeting tomorrow around six, is it okay with you?"

"Six?" Deanna had to gasp. She normally didn’t get up until seven.

"We start things early around here so that things get done before the guests are awake. I usually start cooking around five. Yolanda and Maria usually get here around five, too, and stock all their supplies. It’s only Noel." Bobbi Jo raised her eyes upward. "With his night life, he usually doesn’t get up until eight, but I’ll make sure he’s here."

"I appreciate it," Deanna agreed. "What about supper? Does everyone get together?"

"Oh, no, good Lord, child, we all need our own space. But since this is your first night, I can whip something up for you. Guisi loved to cook and your kitchen is pretty well stocked."

"I see," Deanna said. She couldn’t help the small laugh that escaped. "Unfortunately, I didn’t inherit that gene from my family."

"Well, now is as good as any to learn. Do you like chicken? I make the best chicken fried steak there is. You interested?"

"Chicken fried steak," she asked weakly. "I usually don’t eat fried food. I’ll take a chicken salad."

"Well, honey child. It’s what we eat here in the South, so you better get used to it. Fried chicken, grits and biscuits, that’s what people want."

"Fried chicken it is." She knew now why her cousin had done all of her own cooking. "Um, one more question. Do you have Internet service here?"

"Only in this room and the office. Most folks come here to get away, so we discourage people from using it."

"Television?"

"We do have one in every room. We’re not as backwards as we look." Bobbi Jo smiled. "I’m so glad you’re here."

"Thanks, I’ll let you go." Deanna closed the door behind Bobbi Jo, her head still reeling. Rummaging through the cabinets, Deanna found quite the wine selection and chose a Chardonnay. She pulled out her tablet and began to make a list of questions she had about the business. She then started another list of supplies she would need while down here. She had no idea where to shop for anything and wondered if Guisi had ordered everything from Italy? Deanna was easily lost in her thoughts and time slipped by quickly.

"Here you go," Bobbi Jo said as she knocked on Deanna’s door. "I have it all wrapped up for you. You can bring the plates down in the morning for our meeting."

"Thanks, Bobbi Jo. Just one question before you go, where can I go grocery shopping?"

"Guisi used to go to this Italian market in downtown Branson. Do you want me to go with you?"

"Thanks, but I need to find these places

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14 reviews for Not Just An Act

  1. Meg

    Deanna hates her job but quits when her cousin dies, leaving her a B&B in Branson, MO. She dives in determined to make a go of it with the staff’s encouragement and help – besides, she needs to get away from her mother, Rose, who is always trying to set her up with good meaning Italian boys and stop popping out bambinos. Meanwhile, Chet Lancaster, a hot movie-star, goes undercover as a handyman at the B&B to research the role of handyman that he will take in the movie which will also include the B&B. Only Dean, a lawyer in the town, and Chet’s agent, Maurice know that Gus is really Chet. Chet finds himself – the way he used to be – during his roleplaying and Deanna and he fall in love. The story is amusing at times with the antics of their B&B guests (in fact, made me wonder how much employees really discuss their guests when they check out – LOL). Anyway, this is a sweet romance but does not offer anything in the way of spanking for either domestic discipline or simply for enjoyment. If you are looking for a sweet romance then you’ll enjoy this one. If, however, you are looking for heat and spice, then this is probably not going to sizzle for you.

  2. Meg

    Deanna hates her job but quits when her cousin dies, leaving her a B&B in Branson, MO. She dives in determined to make a go of it with the staff??s encouragement and help ??? besides, she needs to get away from her mother, Rose, who is always trying to set her up with good meaning Italian boys and stop popping out bambinos. Meanwhile, Chet Lancaster, a hot movie-star, goes undercover as a handyman at the B&B to research the role of handyman that he will take in the movie which will also include the B&B. Only Dean, a lawyer in the town, and Chet??s agent, Maurice know that Gus is really Chet. Chet finds himself ??? the way he used to be ??? during his roleplaying and Deanna and he fall in love. The story is amusing at times with the antics of their B&B guests (in fact, made me wonder how much employees really discuss their guests when they check out ??? LOL). Anyway, this is a sweet romance but does not offer anything in the way of spanking for either domestic discipline or simply for enjoyment. If you are looking for a sweet romance then you??ll enjoy this one. If, however, you are looking for heat and spice, then this is probably not going to sizzle for you.

  3. Marybeth

    This is a sweet story about Deanna and Chet. Deanna inherits the B&B when her cousin dies. She moves there, convinced she can learn to run the B&B, with the staff’s help. Chet is a movie star who is undercover here to research a role he will be playing in a movie. Only Dean, the lawyer in town, knows who he is. To everyone else, he is Gus, the hot handyman who took over repairs around the B&B.
    Chet enjoys getting back to his roots and Deanna is grateful for he wants to work there. Eventually, they fall in love and everything works out between them. There is no spanking in this story, just a sweet romance. I give this 4 stars.

  4. Marybeth

    This is a sweet story about Deanna and Chet. Deanna inherits the B&B when her cousin dies. She moves there, convinced she can learn to run the B&B, with the staff??s help. Chet is a movie star who is undercover here to research a role he will be playing in a movie. Only Dean, the lawyer in town, knows who he is. To everyone else, he is Gus, the hot handyman who took over repairs around the B&B.
    Chet enjoys getting back to his roots and Deanna is grateful for he wants to work there. Eventually, they fall in love and everything works out between them. There is no spanking in this story, just a sweet romance. I give this 4 stars.

  5. Redrabbitt

    This story has it\’s twist and turns. Deanna Titone finds out she has inherited a Bed and Breakfast in Branson, MO from her late cousin. She decides to leave her job in Philadelphia, PA and make a go at running the Hideaway Villa. The quirky staff consist of Bobbi Jo, chef, Noel, a flamboyant interior decorator, Bill the night desk clerk, Maria and Yolanda, housekeepers, Walter, the handyman who is retiring and Gus Swenson, the new handyman. Deanna also has to deal with Dean, who was her late cousin\’s attorney. The crazy antics of some of the B&B guest is enough to make Deanna question if running the B&B will work. But Gus assures her she is doing a great job. Word gets out that movie star Chet Lancaster is at the B&B and it becomes a madhouse frenzy of crazy girls and endless phone calls. This story keeps the pages turning and there are sex scenes but nothing overly detailed.

  6. Redrabbitt

    This story has it’s twist and turns. Deanna Titone finds out she has inherited a Bed and Breakfast in Branson, MO from her late cousin. She decides to leave her job in Philadelphia, PA and make a go at running the Hideaway Villa. The quirky staff consist of Bobbi Jo, chef, Noel, a flamboyant interior decorator, Bill the night desk clerk, Maria and Yolanda, housekeepers, Walter, the handyman who is retiring and Gus Swenson, the new handyman. Deanna also has to deal with Dean, who was her late cousin’s attorney. The crazy antics of some of the B&B guest is enough to make Deanna question if running the B&B will work. But Gus assures her she is doing a great job. Word gets out that movie star Chet Lancaster is at the B&B and it becomes a madhouse frenzy of crazy girls and endless phone calls. This story keeps the pages turning and there are sex scenes but nothing overly detailed.

  7. madpuss

    A sweet romance, a meddling mother and outrageous guests. I liked the developing relationship between Chet and Deanna. There were definitely some funny moments and the antics of some of the guests were outrageous.

  8. madpuss

    A sweet romance, a meddling mother and outrageous guests. I liked the developing relationship between Chet and Deanna. There were definitely some funny moments and the antics of some of the guests were outrageous.

  9. K Tyler

    Deanna inherits a B&B what is just the distraction she needs as she is unhappy with her current situation. Then there is a undercover movie star Chet who pretends to be a handyman at Deanna’s place. This is a cute story.

  10. K Tyler

    Deanna inherits a B&B what is just the distraction she needs as she is unhappy with her current situation. Then there is a undercover movie star Chet who pretends to be a handyman at Deanna??s place. This is a cute story.

  11. Carol (verified owner)

    Sweet story. This story is well written.

  12. Carol (verified owner)

    Sweet story. This story is well written.

  13. DKT

    Dionne unexpectantly inherits a B&B. She is thrilled as this provides her a way out of boring job. She packs her stuff and heads to Branson, MO. She finds that the staff was very loyal to her late cousin and they all have their quirky side. Actor Chet Lanscaster goes undercover at the B&B, as Gus the handyman, in preparation for an upcoming role. Dionne and Gus find themselves becoming very attracted to each other. They are both faced with many obsticles. Dionne finds herself dealing with crazy and over the top guest. Gus is constantly trying to keep others from knowing who he truly is. Their love for each other changes both of their lives in ways they never predicted. This is such a fun, romantic story. It is wonderfully written with antics to match the adventures.

  14. DKT

    Dionne unexpectantly inherits a B&B. She is thrilled as this provides her a way out of boring job. She packs her stuff and heads to Branson, MO. She finds that the staff was very loyal to her late cousin and they all have their quirky side. Actor Chet Lanscaster goes undercover at the B&B, as Gus the handyman, in preparation for an upcoming role. Dionne and Gus find themselves becoming very attracted to each other. They are both faced with many obsticles. Dionne finds herself dealing with crazy and over the top guest. Gus is constantly trying to keep others from knowing who he truly is. Their love for each other changes both of their lives in ways they never predicted. This is such a fun, romantic story. It is wonderfully written with antics to match the adventures.

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