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Use Somebody is Beck Anderson's newest Hollywood standalone! Now Available! Amazon US: http://amzn.to/2d4HqXd Amazon UK: http://amzn.to/2cZYI6E iBooks: http://apple.co/2cKTpKn Nook: http://bit.ly/2cHJW3j Kobo: http://bit.ly/2cmzriH Blurb Jeremy King, Hollywood über-agent to the stars, knows that sharks gotta swim. He’s one of them, after all. He’s never met a deal he couldn’t strike or an argument he couldn’t win. LA is his kind of town—they both never stop moving. So when his friend and client, movie star Andrew Pettigrew, invites him on a “man-cation” to the wilds of Idaho for a little fly-fishing, Jeremy’s not so sure. He might not have cell service. There’s no way there’ll be any supermodels to woo. And his idea of the great outdoors is a drive down the Pacific Coast Highway in his Tesla Model S—moose definitely do not factor into the picture. Fitting then that because of a moose, he meets Macy Shea Summerlin, the best fly-fishing guide...

Use Somebody is Beck Anderson's newest Hollywood standalone! Now Available! Amazon US: http://amzn.to/2d4HqXd Amazon UK: http://amzn.to/2cZYI6E iBooks: http://apple.co/2cKTpKn Nook: http://bit.ly/2cHJW3j Kobo: http://bit.ly/2cmzriH I loved the third book in the Fix You series and give it FIVE STARS! Review to come. Blurb Jeremy King, Hollywood über-agent to the stars, knows that sharks gotta swim. He’s one of them, after all. He’s never met a deal he couldn’t strike or an argument he couldn’t win. LA is his kind of town—they both never stop moving. So when his friend and client, movie star Andrew Pettigrew, invites him on a “man-cation” to the wilds of Idaho for a little fly-fishing, Jeremy’s not so sure. He might not have cell service. There’s no way there’ll be any supermodels to woo. And his idea of the great outdoors is a drive down the Pacific Coast Highway in his Tesla Model S—moose definitely do not factor into the picture. Fitting ...

Excerpt We stand in a ridiculous line (my opinion) to grab a coffee at the original Starbucks, and Macy pulls out her phone. “Now we’ll take our coffees and go drink them somewhere cool.” She pulls me along back the way we came, hops on the Link again, headed back toward the hotel. “Where is this cool place?” I fight the urge to take the reins. She’s lost. We’re headed nowhere. “Just wait. It’s gonna be cool. I asked the concierge about it before you got up, too, so it’s not just me and Google that thinks so.” We walk a short block in the opposite direction of the hotel, past the gleaming steel and glass public library, which Macy takes several pictures of as we walk. We cross the street, and she walks up to the front doors of a grey stone modern office building. “What?” I feel a little unsettled. I’m the one who does the surprising. “Trust me.” She takes my hand and pulls me in through the revolving doors. We get on the elevator, and she presses the button for th...