title: Kissing in Technicolor
author:  Jane Mendle 
description: Charlotte Frost&mdash;film student, yoga teacher, workaholic and single girl&mdash;is the gutsy heroine of this chick-lit debut. Charlie is intelligent, independent and ambitious&mdash;in short, ready to take the film industry by storm. But she is far from perfect, and when she says, "I love characters who are neurotic and flawed and not always sympathetic," she's talking about herself. In her last year of graduate school at Columbia, Charlie has high hopes for her pet screenplay. But when her esoteric script is rejected by her adviser and fails to land her a prestigious fellowship, she's forced to start over. Distraction comes in the form of Hank Destin, a particularly inept yoga student who also happens to be a well-known soap opera star. Astoundingly, he asks Charlie out. As their romance progresses, Charlie eagerly casts her hottie new boyfriend as the lead in her indie flick against the counsel of her adviser. But when Hank's egotistical "advice" clashes with her own elitist graduate student mentality, things on the set get painfully tense. The situation quickly spirals out of control as Charlie's roles as girlfriend and director become confused, and she must evaluate her own motivations, as well as Hank's. The novel's Hollywood ending is rather dubious, but Mendle humorously and sympathetically captures the outsize ambitions and insecurities of young actors and directors. <BR>Copyright &copy; Reed Business Information, a division of Reed Elsevier Inc. All rights reserved.
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  > > “YOU LITTLE FLIRT,” HE GRATED.
  
  > > He wasn’t thinking, he was only feeling. “A man’s kiss,” he cried. “You
  > want a man’s kiss?”
  
  > > She frantically shook her head no.
  
  > > His mouth came down hard and brutal upon hers. He was savage in his
  > attack, plunging relentlessly into her mouth, again and again.
  
  > > “Jane,” he whispered, agony in his voice. She was clinging to him, her
  > hands caught in his hair. He pulled her closer, stroking down her back to
  > her waist, hips, and the delicious curve of her buttocks.
  
  > > He needed her desperately. He wanted her with every fiber of his soul and
  > being.
  
  > > In horror, he saw them then. The depraved brute and the innocent
  > schoolgirl. She was moaning … clinging …
  
  > > With supreme willpower he threw her to the ground.
  
  > > Jane lay panting, face uplifted. “Nicholas,” she begged.
  
  > > He stood staring down, more horrified than he had ever been in his life.
  > More afraid.
  
  > > “God, what am I doing?” he cried into the