Bear Of The Midnight Sun
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“And how did Blue Sapphire happen to catch Hollywood’s attention?”
Miranda forced a smile. She’d prepared to answer that question.
“The producer’s teenage daughter picked up the book and loved it. She left a terrific review, too.” Miranda chuckled nervously. “Anyway, she told her father she thought the book would make a great movie. He picked it up, read it, and agreed with her. Since the fantasy genre’s been ultra-hot the last few years and shows no signs of waning, he thought it was a good bet. He contacted me about a movie deal. I hired a lawyer to help with contract negotiations. And the rest is history.”
“And the book?”
“It didn’t hit the bestseller list until after the movie came out.”
“What involvement have you had with the script or with casting?”
“None,” Miranda admitted. She smiled and said, “Although Mr. Høgensdal is an awesome match for the hero’s role and Gal Gadot makes an incredible heroine.”
Steenbarger raised an eyebrow. “I think you two are close enough that you could call Sindre by his first name.”
Her dry tone elicited chuckles from the audience and a light squeeze of Sindre’s hand on her thigh.
“Do not chase her away before I get a ring on her finger,” Sindre’s deep voice purred.
Steenbarger’s eyes sparkled and she smiled with inspiration. “I have an absolutely fabulous idea!” She looked at the audience. “We’re in Las Vegas, right?”
“Right!” the audience shouted back.
“Surely, somewhere in the audience we have an ordained minister who has the authority to perform a wedding? Do we have somebody?”
Miranda’s heart pounded in her chest and she felt lightheaded.
Hard boiled, scrambled, over easy, and sunny side up: eggs are the musings of Holly Bargo, the pseudonym for the author.
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