Publisher's Synopsis
Like a British rom-com, but in Hollywood. A young woman intern falls in love with a screenwriter who's dating a movie star. That's some tough competition, cookie.
Don't be afraid of the epistolary style-even the Bible has a lot of that!
This isn't some kind of Bible of course, but there's certainly a lot of people living in sin in this modern Sodom and Gomorrah. I'll testify to that!
As I described my next big movie, the executive producers checked their phones, tweeted, and sipped lattes. It looked hopeless. But when I finished, they looked up, muttered, cursed, and signed my $3-million movie development deal.
Karen, the intern who had handed out the lattes, looked stunned.
"I'll help you write it," she interrupted.
"Sorry, but who are you?" I asked.
"I'm your new intern," said Karen.
"Intern? I don't have any interns."
"You do now!"
I shook my head."Writers don't have interns."
"Why not?"
"We work at home..."
"Great. Give me a key to your house and we'll get to work at 8 o'clock tomorrow morning."
"Forget it. That's not going to happen," I laughed. I wasn't sure what was crazier; this intern, or the idea of getting up at 8 in the morning. Me? No way.
But a few days later, she was moving all her stuff into my guest room at my Malibu beach house.
I had the perfect life. A movie star girlfriend. A career in movies. But all that changed when this crazy intern arrived. She was like a destroyer of worlds. But who couldn't help but love her anyway?
HER SIDE OF THE STORY: A recent phone call between Karen and her best friend:
[(c) 2021, reprinted by permission. All rights reserved.] "Ashley, I'm going to be famous. They wrote a book about me," said Karen, the intern, into her phone. "It's called Hollywood Intern."
"Never heard of it."
"Check it out. It's on Amazon."
"Anybody reading it?"
"You bet. I think it's going to be a bestseller."
"You Hollywood people," said Ashley, doubtfully. "I suppose you're going to make it into a movie?"
"Of course. That's what we do."
"Why would they make a movie about you?"
"Oh, thanks," she said sarcastically. "What are you? Another internet troll? They wrote a book about me, and are going to turn it into a movie. Can't you be happy for me?"
"Not if you don't give me a part in the movie," Ashley said.
"Hey, you know how sports teams are always trading their players? What if I trade you in for another best friend?"
"As long as you trade me to Hawaii or Miami Beach. Just give me some warm weather. I'm freezing my butt off here in Rochester [New York]."
"You think that's cold? Hah! I was thinking of trading you to Alaska. To a reality TV show Real Housewives of the Eskimos."
"Please do! With global warming, that'd work out perfect. Just put me on the coast. I'll open a tropical beach bar in Anchorage. I'll rent out kayaks, and sell Mai Tai cocktails with little umbrellas in them. I can see it now..." (c) 2021 G. Kerr; all rights reserved.
