I married the man of every woman’s dreams….



Title: Return To Us
Author: Christy Pastore
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Editor: Missy Borucki
Cover Designer: Sara Eirew
Models: Annie Chartrand and Justin Edwards
Publisher: Christy Pastore Publishing LLC
Publication Date: Feb. 22nd, 2018
I married the man of every woman’s dreams.
My husband is the leading man in their filthy fantasies. I know because they’ve told me.
Matthew Barber is Tinsel Town’s most sought-after movie star and I’m the girl next door. Tinley Atkinson, the former child star with an Ivy League education, and the daughter of a deceased Broadway legend.
Three short years later, it’s all crashing down.
We were the quintessential celebrity couple—Mattley, Hollywood’s Heartthrob and America’s Sweetheart.
We fell in love, and the whole world watched as our fairytale romance unfolded between the pages of glossy magazines spreads and candid moments splashed online.
The public is fascinated with the rumors swirling around us—I’m the jilted wife and he’s the no-good cheater. I’m infertile and years of drug abuse is to blame. He wants kids and I would rather have a career.
He’s the love of my life.
What am I going to do about that?
Marriage is tough and it’s even tougher in Hollywood, I’m ready to fight . . .
For me.
For him.
For us.
Writer Christy Pastore grew up in the lakeside community of Syracuse, Indiana writing short stories that usually involved characters who loved to travel, had a passion for fashion and often times were swept up in boy crazy crushes involving coming of age situations with their best girlfriends.  
After giving up reading books for several years disillusioned with the annoying characters and predictable plot lines. Upon the recommendation of a friend, Christy picked up a much buzzed about popular romance novel which reminded her of why reading was an enjoyable guilty pleasure.
Writing, more specifically creative writing has been a constant in Christy’s life, even leading her to create a popular fashion blog, Fashion Wrap Up, allowing her the wonderful experience of working and collaborating with many talented models, designers, makeup artists and photographers in the Fashion Industry. While Pastore still writes about fashion and celebrity style in her spare time, her passion for story development, publishing and content creation has taken her on a new journey and career path: Author. 
Additionally, Christy enjoys a nice glass of Sauvignon Blanc, a warm cup of coffee, Gummi Bears, traveling and tweeting her thoughts on her favorite TV shows.
Christy and her husband Kevin currently reside in St. Louis, Missouri in the popular Italian Neighborhood, The Hill with their two lovable dogs and cooler than cool cat.
Author Links:
Twitter @christypastore
Buy Links:
Amazon Universal→ http://mybook.to/ReturnToUs
I sat on the edge of the barstool, one foot on the floor the other bouncing nervously on the railing, as I watched my husband striding towards the restaurant. He stopped for a moment wrapping up a call, and then shoved his cellphone into the back pocket of his jeans.
Matthew was as handsome as the evening I met him, even after a fifteen-hour flight he looked every bit the perfectly polished movie star. Women stopped midstride bringing their phones to life. Their mouths hung open as their manicured fingers subtly pointed in his direction. My husband was the leading man in their filthy fantasies. I know because they’ve told me.
“Oh my, is that Matthew Barber?”
“He’s so hot. What I wouldn’t do to that man.”
Matthew’s dark hair was slicked back, his grey t-shirt straining over the thick muscles in his shoulders and arms. The fabric inched up over his biceps revealing colorful ink. His hazel eyes swept over me, and I couldn’t help but smile, despite the fact that I was pushing down the urge to cry.
“Hey, beautiful,” he said, before kissing my lips.
After dropping his bags onto the floor, he took a seat next to me and ordered a beer. I studied him for a long moment. Did he do it? My heart pounded in my chest, as I swiped my phone to life. I scanned the gossip pages again, feeling the tears welling in my eyes at the sight of the two of them holding each other—his hands pushing through her dark hair gazing at her the way he looked at me a moment ago.
Pictures can be deceiving, and this image—it could just be a scene from the movie. I couldn’t tell what was real or fake anymore. Rumors were swirling about their sizzling chemistry, and social media buzzed everyday about the two of them being the perfect onscreen couple. I understood the art of the movie business because my mother had been a performer of both stage and screen. From the movie stills, it was hard to deny that the two of them didn’t have that special spark that made movie magic. However, Matthew was that good—a very good actor.
Panic swirled inside me, and the words tumbled out.
“Did you sleep with her?” I asked, my eyes never leaving the phone screen.
“But you wanted to?”
“Are you in love with her?” I asked, finally looking up.
Matthew twisted the platinum band wrapped around his ring finger. “I don’t know.”
My hands shook as a breathy sob escaped my lips and my heart crumbled into a million broken pieces. “And you need to find out?”
“Tinley,” he said, the rich timbre of his voice washed over me, it was a sound filled with too many moments, too many memories. My marriage was falling apart and the whole world was watching.
Three years of marriage, four questions and his six words sent everything tumbling into blackness.

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C.M. Tryst – Video Shoot




Music reached my ears before I stepped into the large studio where Hush is recording their second music video. This one based on a song Mia wrote while on tour and away from me. She wouldn’t completely fess up to it, but I knew this shit was about me. My girl, my Mia is completely in love with me. Poor fucking girl.

With a stupid smile on my face, I made it around the large backdrop. What the hell?!

Mia stood at the end of a raised platform with an overstuffed mattress. There was tons of see through and lace material flowing around. She wore a damn white slip, which did wonders on her body and brought mine to attention. But it wasn’t the fucking set up that brought the furrow to my brow or the rage boiling from my gut to the top of my head.

Clenching my fists, I stalked over the bright white scene. Someone was going to die and I’d found my target. One of the assistants tried to stop me, but there was no way and no one who would stand in my way.

“Who the fuck is that?” The anger accentuates each word as I shout.

The set falls silent, music and all.

“You’re in the shot.” The director yelled, stepping toward me. It took only one look to make him freeze on his second step.

“Christopher?” Scowl on my face, I turned to her voice. “What the hell are you doing?”

“What am I doing?” One step up onto the raised platform, I glower at the pretty blonde fucker lying across the white bed. Mia had been lip singing to this ass just moments ago. “Who the hell is this?”

Mia closed her eyes and rubbed her temples.

“You are standing in front of this fucker in your underwear and —”

“I am not in my underwear, Christopher. I’m wearing a slip dress that—”

“And,” I repeat, “singing my song to him!” Extending my arm, I point at the fucker who’d crawled up the bed, away from us.

“He’s an actor, Chris. You know, just like the half-naked girls that grace plenty of your videos.” She growls, giving me a murderous glare.

“This isn’t about my videos, Mia. I want him out of here.” Crossing my arms over my chest, I want my demands seen to. There is no fucking way this bastard would have my girl, my future wife, singing my song to him.

“You’re such an asshole!” Mia shoves at my chest and steps down from the platform.

Before I can stop her, she reaches the crowd of onlookers who stand with wide eyes and open mouths. Hopping down, I prepare to follow her.

Suddenly, she spins around and faces me. “This is just a video, Chris. It’s not like something is going on. There are fifty people in this room, yet you act as if I’m alone in a bedroom with another guy!”

“I don’t like it.” No longer in a rage, now that she is further from him, my anger simmer under my skin.

“And I don’t like when you have half-dressed women dancing around you or slithering their bodies against you in videos, but I know it’s not real.” Sighing, she turns and walks away. The crowd parts, not wanting get caught between us.

Stalking after her, a hand grabs my arm. Pulling my arm free, I turn to tell this person where to go, but I’ve come face to face with a very pregnant Serena. Fuck. Now I’m screwed.

“Give her a minute.” She grumbles. “You will get nowhere with her right now.”

Her words surprise me. I expected to have my ass handed to me with a side of my ball sack for dessert.

“Don’t look so surprised, Chris.” She rolls her eyes. “I get why you are uncomfortable.” I open my mouth to thank her, but she speaks first. “That doesn’t mean I approve of your little tantrum.” Serena points toward the video set.

“How do you expect me to react?” I bark.

“Like an adult, maybe.” She snaps back.

Growling loud, I leave Serena to go after Mia.

As I round the corner Mia disappeared, I come face to face with Una. Her arms are crossed over her chest. One brow rose above her left eye, and pursed lips.

“We need to talk.” Her voice is level, not nearly as angry filled as I would’ve expected.

“There’s nothing to talk about.” I groan. “Blondie goes or Mia doesn’t come back to the set.” I attempt to step around her, but Una has other plans.

“It’s just a video. He’s paid to pretend. It’s pretend, Christopher, and you know it.”

“I still don’t like it and I can’t stand by while Mia sings that song to him.”

“Would it matter what song it was?” Una keeps blocking my attempts to get by her.

“No, it would still bother me.” Narrowing my eyes, I stop the stupid dance she has me doing.

“Then just go until the shoot is over.”

“Not going to happen, and you know that.” We stand staring at each other for a minute, neither one wanting to back down.

“Fine, you win.” Her arms fall to her sides on a heavy sigh.

“Really?” Something tells me to be suspicious.

“Come with me.” Una waves a pale white hand for me to follow.

“What about—”

“Come with me, Christopher.” A maternal tone I’d never heard Una use before has me trailing where she leads.




“Of all the stupid, hypocritical, ego maniac things to do,” I grumble.

Knowing that Chris isn’t too far behind me, I pick up my pace. There’s no way he would just leave. His demands had not been met, so he would continue this craziness. I’m shocked he’s taking this long to get here.

The knocking at the dressing room door surprises me. He wouldn’t knock. He would just barge right in like he owned the place.

“Come in,” I call out, taking a seat in one of the leather chairs.

“Mia?” Una steps into the room. With graceful steps, she takes a seat in front of me.

“Where is he?” Before Una can answer me, a scary thought crosses my mind. “He didn’t attack Gunnar, did he?” I could vividly see Chris pounding Gunnar’s too pretty face.

“No.” Una giggles.

“It’s not funny.” I argue. “I can totally see Chris beating him to a pulp.”

“I assure you Gunnar is fine and Christopher doesn’t have to worry about assault charges.”

Exhaling in relief, I slouch back into the leather chair.

“However, he isn’t making the video easy to finish.” A smile curls the left side of her mouth.

I roll my eyes. “What else is new?” Shaking my head, I lean forward, my elbows to my knees. “Why did I agree to marry him?” A grin spreads across my mouth.

“Probably because you two are amazing together, you love him, and he loves, adores, and worships you.” Una smiles large.

Sitting up straight, my grin grows to a larger smile. “Oh, maybe that’s it.”

“Anyhow, we need to get you back out to the set.” Una stands.

“But what about—?”

“I’ve taken care of Christopher.” Una motions for me to get up.

Standing, I furrow my brow. “What did you do to convince him not to interfere?”

“I told him the truth.” Una takes me by the elbow, pulling me out the door.

“What truth?” I follow her lead down the hallway.

“That Gunnar is gay, my dear.”

“He is?” My steps slow, just a bit.

“Yes. His partner also auditioned for the video.” Una keeps us at a steady pace, only releasing me once we arrived back to the set.

“Huh.” I ponder this news, though it doesn’t matter either way.

Taking a look around, I don’t see any sign of Chris. Was that really all it took? The actor is gay and he is completely fine with everything?

Stepping back up to the platform, the director begins calling out orders. Taking his instruction, I get into place just as the music begins. Positioning myself at the end of the bed, I look down where Gunnar was lying earlier.

“Chris?!” I don’t know whether to be angry or to laugh.

“I don’t give a shit if the dude is gay. That song belongs to me, baby, just the way you do.” Putting his arms behind his head, a slow smile spread across his face.

Laughter wins. I burst into a fit of giggles.

“You kicked out the actor.” I snort. “You really are mental.”

“Not mental, baby. I’m just not willing to share you.” His eyes roam my body as he licks his bottom lip. The flash of his tongue ring has the same effect as always. My body heats, heart starts racing, and desire tingles under my skin.

“Let’s start from the top….Again!” The director’s annoyed shout snaps me from my lust filled haze. “Are we finally ready, Miss Ryder?”

Still grinning, I nod.

“Action,” the director calls. The music starts and I sing to the man who inspired the song.


After three takes, we wrap for the evening.

“I can’t believe you did that.” Shaking my head, I wrap my arm around his waist.

“Why not?” Chris guides me by the waist to the car waiting to take us home.

“It was kind of fun to have you in my video though.”

Reaching the car, the driver opens the door. Chris pushes me forward, to climb in first.

“Especially, since you inspired the song.” Grinning wide, I slip into the back of the car.

“I fucking knew it!” Chris climbs in behind me.

Wrapping me up in his arms, he claims my mouth. After a minute, he pulls back.

“From now on, I’m the only man in your videos.” Before I could argue, his mouth devoured my lips.

Slipping his hand to the back of my thigh, then behind my left knee, he pulls me down. With my back to the leather car seat, he rose above my body, separating our mouths.

“And you will be the only hot, half-dressed woman slithering against me in my videos.” Wiggling his brow, he leaned down to kiss me again.

Turning my head to the side before he could, he growled low, but kissed down my neck instead.

“Half dressed, huh?” I giggle when his mouth pauses against my skin.

He pushes up and looks down at me frowning. “Okay, fully dressed, but you still get to slither against me.”

“Maybe I want to slither against someone else.” I tease.

“Now you’re just trying to get the rest of the band killed.” He deadpans, before giving me a mischievous grin.

“What are you—?” His fingers dig into my hips. “Chris, stop!” I wriggle and twist to get away. Grabbing at the offending appendages, he doesn’t relent on my hip bones.

“Who are you going to slither against in my kick ass rock videos?” He taunts and tickles.

“Jack-son!” I call between laughs. This leads to more intense tickling. “Okay, OKAY.”

“Who?” He emphasizes the question with his fingers.

“You, Christopher!”

Beaming, he stops his attack. “That’s right, me.”

“Shut up and kiss me.” I demand, reaching around his head and pulling him down to me.

“I’ve got more plans for this back seat.” One finger slips into my jeans, sliding toward the button of my jeans.



I hope you enjoyed this little ‘tryst’ with Christopher and Mia.  As you can see, not much has changed about Christopher. But really, would we want him to?

Stay Tuned for more C.M. Trysts and for updates on Jackson’s story to come, in H.I.T.S. (Hidden In The Stars)

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