by LC Martin

Created on: January 03, 2009

Dangerous Games

CHAPTER ONE

Terrified Pam would show up at any minute, Carly threw a few things in an overnight bag, grabbed her purse, and headed for the door. It would only be for a little while, she told herself. Staying with Amber was a brilliant idea. Miami seemed like half a world away and Pam didn't even know Carly had a sister.

A blast of desert air hit her the moment she stepped outside of her Beverly Hills home. The winds were kicking up and would only make the fires worse. A quick glance down the well-manicured street brought thick tears to her eyes and she blinked hard to keep them from spilling over her cheeks. She wasn't going to break down now.

She'd be back...that, she was sure of.

Carly pulled herself together, nodding to the driver as she slid into the limo waiting to take her to the airport.

Once they drove away from the curb, she let out a sigh of relief. Things had gotten out of hand last night. She closed her eyes and shuddered at the image of Pam charging toward her with scissors in hand. She was a certified wacko, and

Carly wished she'd never made the mistake of getting involved with her.

She'd always managed to stay far removed from people in the business and their situations.

Never getting too close. That's why she was so good at her job. But she'd always fantasized about being with a woman never acted on it, though. Not until she met Pam. A gorgeous, young actress who lacked identity and followed

Carly around like a puppy dog. Her desire to be admired and absence of self esteem made it easy for Carly to manipulate her, but when Carly had grown tired of their relationship and decided to end it, Pam went wild, nearly killing her.

She had almost called the police, but the news hounds would've been all over it, and once the media got involved, her career would end up in the gutter. There was no way in hell she'd let that happen. She was the best in Hollywood, a high-profile personal publicist that played mommy' to the biggest names in the business. She'd line up interviews with Barbara Walters, TV appearances with Letterman and Leno, fielding the press and knowing when a savvy reporter was giving her a line of crap. And even though she was approaching forty, she could run circles around those twenty-something jokers trying to shut her out and wanting to get their hands on her clients.

Carly had worked her ass off to get where she was today. And it came with a price. After she earned her journalism degree, she started out as a staff publicist working

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