The Baxter Chronicles Series by Lane Hayes

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Total pages in book: 86
Estimated words: 83216 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 416(@200wpm)___ 333(@250wpm)___ 277(@300wpm)

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The movie star meets his match…

Pierce

Welcome to Hollywood, baby! I’m an actor like a lot of other folks here. Perhaps you’ve heard of me. I play Baxter, the adventure-seeking, crime-fighting hero, adored by fans around the world. Nice gig, right? My job has its perks for sure—private jets, a chauffeur, and the best tables at the fanciest restaurants in town. It’s nuts!

Downside—it’s lonely and it’s hard to know who I can trust.

But I trust Lorenzo. He’s funny, sweet, and very real.

Look, I’m not in the market for anything serious but I could use some help figuring out if the old man who claims he’s my cousin is telling the truth. And a short-term distraction with a sexy side arrangement sounds kind of nice.

Lorenzo-

What is happening here? Pierce Allen wants me. No, wait. He wants something from me, like my help and maybe my body. I don’t get it. Men like him don’t go for guys like me. I’m too fabulous and he’s too famous.

I don’t need another broken heart, but I’m too intrigued to walk away. So I’ll play the part of “right hand man” for now and do my best to keep things light and friendly. I can do this.

There’s no way I’ll fall for a movie star, right?

Baxter’s Right-Hand Man is a MM, bisexual romance featuring a lovable movie star and adorable diva who brings him back to reality.

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PIERCE

“Life is infinitely stranger than anything which the mind of man could invent.”—Sir Arthur Conan Doyle, The Complete Sherlock Holmes

“Pierce! Pierce, look this way, please.”

Cameras flashed like fireworks.

“Pierce, how do you feel about Baxter’s latest adventure?”

Pretty damn good, thank you very much.

“Congratulations on your new film, Pierce. Can I get a second with you for ET?”

Sorry, no.

“What are you wearing tonight, Pierce?”

A tux, for fuck’s sake.

Of course, I didn’t say that aloud. I slid my hands into the pockets of my designer-issue formal wear and smiled big and wide, pausing long enough to give the paparazzi a few quality shots and wave at the fans screaming my name from behind the barricade in front of the hotel. We weren’t even close to the street, which meant they had to have strong-ass binoculars to see me at that distance.

I gave a double thumbs-up and blew a kiss in their general direction. The noise level rose to ear-splitting and borderline uncomfortable, and yeah…I fuckin’ loved it.

Hear that?

Pierce, Pierce, Pierce!

They were chanting my name now. These people loved me. They couldn’t get enough. And wow, it was utterly, unbelievably intoxicating. Like the craziest high I’d ever experienced. So pure and so surreal that for a moment, the world went still.

And everything sparkled and glittered like fairy dust from a magic wand.

I wanted to bottle the sensation, savor this buzz, and bask in the incredible outpouring of love. I’d been around the block long enough to know how jarring the silence was on the flip side. Sure, I had a beautiful babe on my arm, the regard of Hollywood’s finest, and the satisfaction of knowing that win or lose this award tonight, Baxter was number one in the box office…everywhere.

Our latest film in The Baxter Chronicles had exceeded expectations and outperformed some of the highest-grossing pictures with some of the biggest stars in the business. In a twist, movie audiences really fucking liked crime-fighting action-adventure flicks. And for that, I was eternally grateful.

I had big plans to celebrate by partying like a seventies rock god when this ceremony was over. We’re talking…frat-style, anything-goes blowout. We’d started with tequila shots and champagne on the way here. Me and—

I glanced over at my date—a stunning blond with long hair and red lips, wearing a skintight silver beaded dress that accentuated her huge tits. Pretty girl, but I had no idea who she was.

Janet had set this up. As usual. Showing up with the appropriate arm candy at high-profile events was very Hollywood. It was also very expected. Fans worried when I arrived anywhere solo.

Was I okay? Was I working too hard? Or dating someone “inappropriate” on the sly?

The speculation never ended. That part wasn’t so great. In fact, it was exhausting.

Sometimes, it made me wish I wasn’t…me. And that was nuts. I mean, look at my life. Awesome sauce, right?

A pretty girl at my side, an adoring audience, and all of the glitz and glamour of one of Hollywood’s most anticipated evenings. I was arguably the biggest star here, and that wasn’t a brag. It was just…the truth.

My presence on this red carpet and inside that venue sold movie tickets, revved social media algorithms, and moved products ranging from pickup trucks to tampons. Don’t ask for specifics. I wasn’t sure how it all worked. I just knew that the corporate world needed my presence tonight as much as movie fans.

I was grateful. Really.

But I wasn’t…happy.

I wasn’t unhappy, either. It was more that I felt like something was missing.

What? I had no idea. I drunkenly struck Baxter’s signature pose for one of my favorite entertainment rags, then moved to my date’s side when a new round of lights flashed. I hoped she was okay with the attention, ’cause her face was going to be plastered on every social media platform known to mankind within the hour.

“Hey, there. Having fun?”

She beamed at me, linking her arm through mine. “Yes, love. It’s simply marvelous.”

Love?

Uh-oh, was she drunk too? Note to self: no more tequila.

If I didn’t think there were a few dozen people reading our lips, I would have asked her name. I was pretty sure we’d never met, but no one would know that from the way she was gazing at me. Yep, she was probably an actress or a model. She knew her angles, that was for sure. And she undoubtedly knew that having her name associated with mine would throw some limelight her way.

But just in case…

“If you stand too close to me, they’re gonna ask you when we’re getting married,” I singsonged, smiling as I escorted her inside the banquet hall.

“June. I’ve always wanted a June wedding,” she replied decisively.

I barked a laugh. “Sounds good. Let’s do this.”

Do what, you ask?

Believe it or not, I was nominated for Best Actor in a Drama at the Golden Globes for the second consecutive year. I knew I wouldn’t win. Action-adventure flicks didn’t typically do well at hoity-toity award ceremonies, but as I said, the sponsors needed me here more than anyone. And I couldn’t pass up the chance to schmooze with some well-connected movers and shakers, even though my allegiance was firmly with Rourke Studios.

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Advertisement The Real Baxter (The Baxter Chronicles #1) Read Online Lane Hayes http://www.books2020.com/the-real-baxter-the-baxter-chronicles-1-read-online-lane-hayes Tue, 08 Mar 2022 20:37:35 +0000 http://www.booksnovels.com/the-real-baxter-the-baxter-chronicles-1-read-online-lane-hayes Genre: M-M Romance, Romance Authors: Lane Hayes Series: The Baxter Chronicles Series by Lane Hayes
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Total pages in book: 115
Estimated words: 111443 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 557(@200wpm)___ 446(@250wpm)___ 371(@300wpm)

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Read Online Books/Novels:	(The Baxter Chronicles #1) The Real Baxter
Author/Writer of Book/Novel:	Lane Hayes
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Alexa knew that loving a member of the Bratva—the Russian Mafia—was dangerous. But what she felt for Yvgeny went against any rational, sane thinking. It went against her survival instinct. She knew the one drunken night they shared was just that… one night. But still she wanted more. Yvgeny knew all too well love was not in his future. The life he led was too violent and dangerous for someone so perfect and innocent as Alexa. But he wanted her—God, he wanted her. But when Alexa was compromised, Yvgeny didn’t think twice about drawing blood and taking lives to avenge her. It was then he knew he couldn’t stay away from her. He was obsessed, possessive, and she was too engrained in his life for him to walk away. It might be dark where he was from, but he still wanted to take her under. Reader note: This story was previously published under the same title. Although it’s been re-edited and re-covered, the story is the same.
Books in Series:	The Baxter Chronicles Series by Lane Hayes
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“One man’s ways may be as good as another’s, but we all like our own best.” —Jane Austen, Persuasion

“Quiet on the set. Cameras rolling in three, two, one…action!”

Fog billowed across the warehouse floor and seeped through broken windows, shrouding the thick evening air in a suffocating veil. Baxter flattened his back against the wall, gun cocked as he listened for Cutchall’s thug to give himself away. He didn’t have to wait for long. A soft click sounded from the rafters above, followed by a muffled curse.

Baxter melted deeper into the shadows, smoothing his gloved hand over the lapels on his pinstripe charcoal suit. He was as cool and composed as he looked. This was a routine bust, and the perp was obviously an amateur. Any second now, he’d do something stupid.

“Where are you, Baxter?”

Baxter rolled his eyes on cue and slinked sideways, prepared to pounce—just as a figure dressed entirely in black jumped onto the platform. He was tall and thick with dark hair…and he was now a mere five feet away.

Baxter willed the thug to move toward the wall. And he did.

One step, two steps…there he was. So close Baxter could smell the acrid mix of booze, sweat, and fear as he lunged forward, delivered an elbow, kicked the man in the ribs, and knocked him flat on his ass.

No, wait. The guy fell. He either tripped over a prop or his own feet, flopping in an inglorious heap on the cement floor.

Geez, that had to hurt, I mused, rubbing my beard thoughtfully as the director yelled, “Cut!”

“Sorry about that,” the stuntman rasped in a low, sexy timbre, brushing his hands as he stood.

“Sorry?” The director growled, yanking his headphones off irritably. “We’ve done this scene five times already. There is no falling in this scene. No one falls. I need yet another fucking retake, gang. And…I need a new double, stat. Get that guy outta here. He’s fired.”

“You run a tight ship, Hal,” I snarked, patting the older man’s shoulder as he hefted himself from his chair with a beleaguered sigh.

“Perfect timing as usual, Seb. Did you need something?”

I pasted a friendly smile on my face. “Just popped in to see how things are going.”

“Just fucking peachy,” Hal huffed, swinging his arm toward the sound stage. “As you can see from that stellar performance.”

“Thanks, Hal,” Pierce chimed sarcastically, elbowing a cameraperson in his haste to join us. He gave the director a short nod before turning to me. “How are ya, Seb?”

“Good. Thanks.” I shook the younger man’s hand, reminding myself for the zillionth time not to call him a kiss-ass out loud.

Pierce Allen played Baxter and did a damn fine job of it, but in real life…he was a self-absorbed actor who balanced his god complex with an endearing goofy side that appealed to the masses. Whatever. The important point was that he looked and acted his part convincingly onscreen. After starring in five feature films as the crime-fighting, mystery-solving, modern-day hero, Pierce had ingratiated himself to the franchise.

Of course, I was the real Baxter, but Pierce was a passable stand-in.

He was six three with dark hair, a light beard, blue eyes, and a lean muscular build. He was also fifteen years younger than me and loved the limelight. Not important to me. As long as Pierce kept his nose clean and stayed out of the papers, I wasn’t interested in him outside of the studio. Obviously, I couldn’t say that; I needed the guy who played my internal alter-ego onscreen to think I liked him.

Which, once upon a time…I was embarrassed to admit, I’d done a little too well. My PR department referred to that incident as “The Pierce Story.” It was a one-time fling we both agreed would never happen again. However, we weren’t above letting the public think we were maybe possibly romantically attached for the sake of positive press.

But hey, that’s show business, baby.

As executive producer, managing public relations came with the territory. The other half of my job involved being a cheerleader for oversensitive actors, persnickety directors, and the crew members said actors and directors tortured with their unstable mood swings. Over the past couple of decades, I’d become the world’s best bullshitter…if I did say so myself.

I peeked at my watch when it vibrated with an incoming message from my secretary, then inclined my head as though I gave a fuck while Pierce yammered on about his car collection and an insane idea he had about Baxter driving a Porsche through a fire, off a cliff, and somehow landing on the 405 completely intact.

“Yeah, that’s not happening,” Hal grumbled, cutting Pierce off midsentence. “We’re retaking this scene in ten minutes. Why don’t you grab yourself a cup of joe while we find a new stuntman?”

Pierce glowered. “You’re a dick, Hal.”

“Guilty.”

I smiled when Pierce held his hand up for a high five. “Later, Pierce.”

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