A Star Is Strangled…

Starlet, an all-new standalone romantic suspense set in the Golden Age of Hollywood from Sophie Lark, is available now!

Clara was Hollywood’s hottest rising star, until someone murdered her on the Paramount lot.

I went to claim her body. The producers offered me a job instead.

Clara and I may have looked like twins, but we’re nothing alike. She loved being splashed across the silver screen and the gossip pages, dating co-stars and gangsters.

I’m just a broke student with a knack for languages.

I took the job, but not because I care about finishing the film.

I want to know what happened to my sister.

I’m surrounded by jealous actresses, crazed fans, and ruthless directors. The only person I can trust is an off-duty detective who may be more distracting than helpful.

I only have two weeks before the movie wraps. And I may be working right next to a killer…

Starlet is a Romantic Mystery set in Hollywood’s Golden Age, right at the cusp of the Second World War. It includes both fictional and real-life characters like Clark Gable and Cecil B. DeMille. This standalone novel includes steamy scenes for mature readers only.

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Excerpt

Ruby took a shortcut through the prop room, skirting piles of carpets and stacked tables, hurrying past the ornate saddles they had used on the camels last week, through the hodgepodge of vases and scarves and plaster statues that looked heavy but would topple and shatter if you so much as bumped them with your hip. 

She came out in the hallway, at the end of which stood the main office—locked at the moment, but Ruby had the key on the jumbled ring hanging from her belt. The hall was unusually dark. Someone had forgotten to switch on the lights, or perhaps the bulb had burnt out again. 

As Ruby hurried forward, she tripped over something large, heavy, and soft. She went sprawling, only just stopping short of bashing her face on the ground by flinging out her hands, skinning her palms on the concrete. Her glasses, however, skidded across the floor. Ruby was blind without them. 

Tears sprang up in her eyes as she crawled about, groping for the missing spectacles in the gloom. What a horrid morning it had been, with Mr. DeMille in a towering mood and everyone grumpy about working on a Saturday. They were behind schedule on the film—three weeks behind—not to mention the ballooning budget. They knew Mr. Heller was likely to turn up any time now to lecture and threaten, and maybe even fire someone to set an example. 

Everybody was exhausted and sloppy, leaving things laying around. What was it that had tripped her, a sandbag? 

Ruby located her glasses at last, thrusting them back on her face. She turned around, thinking she must now drag this unknown object back to wherever it belonged. 

She saw pale limbs sprawled out on the ground, a yellow cotton dress, ink-black hair. A girl. Ruby had tripped over a girl. 

And not just any girl—even in the gloom, Ruby recognized the star of the film, Clara Bloom. 

Ruby knew at once something was terribly wrong. Clara was laying on her back with her eyes wide open, staring up at the ceiling. Those eyes were her trademark—the papers sometimes called her The Black Cat, and indeed she did look like a cat with her impish little face, her sleek dark hair, and those thickly-lashed green eyes that slanted up at the corners. 

But her eyes were fixed, unblinking, and there was something wrong with the color of them. Hardly daring to breathe, Ruby leaned over to look into Clara’s face. Clara’s eyes were dark with blood, the whole surface of them—no white at all. 

Ruby let out a scream. Once she started screaming, she couldn’t stop. She staggered back against the wall and huddled there howling, until people came running from all sides.

About Sophie
Sophie Lark is an Amazon Bestselling author who writes intense, intelligent romance, with heroines who are strong and capable, and men who will do anything to capture their hearts. She lives with her husband, two boys, and baby girl in the Rocky Mountain West.

She has a slight obsession with hiking, bodybuilding, and live comedy shows. Her perfect day would be taking the kids to Harry Potter World, going dancing with Mr. Lark, then relaxing with a good book and a monster bag of salt and vinegar chips.

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