The Silver Screen Wars

Mana Sol Romance

COMPLETED|| "Cockiness isn't a good look, Kodiak.”

“Yeah, it’s Kodi, though. Not Kodiak. Thanks.”

In the silence that followed, Bishop c****d his head and gave her a withering look. “And what in hell,” he drawled, his voice dripping with enough sarcasm to fill a cynic’s casket, “makes you think that I care?”

Kodi raised her eyebrows. “You don’t have to care to be wrong.”

“Is that so?” Bishop leaned forward and crossed his forearms over the table. “Kodiak?”

The woman held his stare with a level gaze of her own. “You’re lucky I speak fluent asshole,” she said blithely. “I wouldn’t be able to understand you otherwise. Anyway, are we doing this or what?”

Bishop leaned back in his chair, resisting the urge to clench his jaw until his teeth ground each other into dust. He couldn’t school her into submissive shape when she had enough attitude to level a city block, but he couldn’t chase her out with shouted expletives the way he could anyone else, either.

Because he wanted her. Needed her. She was going to be his magnum opus, his greatest work. No matter what it took, he was going to mold this woman-shaped mass of raw, pure talent into his silver screen star.

Because he was the goddamn Bishop, and he always got what he wanted.

“Yeah," he replied through gritted teeth. "We’re f*****g doing this. But let’s get this straight. We’re doing this my way.”

Kodi gave him a pitying, skeptical look.

“We’ll see about that.”
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Bishop Cassius doesn't give a damn what you think. He owns Perfect Storm Studios, which means he owns Hollywood, which means he owns you.

Everyone knows that, except Kodiak Clyde.

So when breakout prodigy actress meets domineering genius director, who wins?

Find out in THE SILVER SCREEN WARS.

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