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And the Oscar Goes to… by Kacey Hammell


And the Oscar Goes to …

Deleted Scene from “A Sunday Kind of Love” by Kacey Hammell

Sunday sat in the audience, Josh on one side of her and her mother on the other. They each squeezed one of her hands as last year’s Best Actress winner read this year’s nominees.

She’d never been this nervous in her life.

Josh hadn’t won the award for Best Actor, but he’d been thrilled just the same. It was a huge night for all of them regardless of the outcomes—the culmination of her career, Paul retiring, and Josh stepping away from business for a while. Josh wasn’t sure he’d ever return, but he and Sunday agreed that if he did, she’d be behind him one hundred percent.

Sunday was confident in the love they shared. It was a forever kind of love.

“And the Best Actress award goes to…”

Josh’s fingers tightened around hers.

“…Sunday Reardon for Broken.”

Tears filled her eyes as the crowd erupted in cheers and applause. Josh’s arms came around her. She watched over his shoulder as her father did the same to her mother.

Paul’s elated shouts made her laugh. She took a deep breath and pulled herself together. She didn’t want to do an ugly cry on national television before she could gather her thoughts for an acceptance speech.

Josh let her go and cupped her face. Their eyes locked before their lips met. The crowd got louder with whistles and roars.

Sunday pulled away with a smile, and waved to the crowd as she ascended the stairs.

She shivered under her red Donna Karan sleeveless dress, excitement skating along her spine as she took center stage.

Her heart soared but also broke a little knowing it would probably be the last time she was on stage. Her career had been fantastic. This was the icing on a very smooth and plentifully rich cake.

“Thank you. This is definitely a surprise. To the other ladies in the category, I’m in awe of all of you, and I share this with you for years of hard work, dedication, and because you’re all so fantastic!”

The audience cheered.

“And to Emily Brice,” Sunday’s eyes found and met Emily’s where she sat beside Paul in the front row, “the brave and strong woman that Broken introduced to the world. Emily, for your courage, your faith and conviction, your bravery, I thank you. You’re a woman who I’ve come to adore and look up to. No matter the road you traveled, I applaud the survivor you are. I am humbled to have been a part your story.

“Paul Wilson,” she shifted her gaze, “a second father, a tireless manager, but always my friend. I couldn’t have done everything I have without you. Thank you for your guidance and love.

“Joanne Tiernan, my best friend, assistant, and confidant. Thank you for always believing in me…and for keeping me grounded for so many years.” Sunday chuckled. “I love you.”

Joanne accepted a tissue from Sunday’s father and wiped her cheeks.

Refusing to cry, Sunday swallowed hard.  “And my parents. Thank you for allowing this small-town gal from Nova Scotia to follow her dreams. You’ve been my biggest supporters, my conscience and with me every step of the way.” Sunday swallowed past the tears choking her. “I would be nothing without your morals, ethics, and values and will forever be grateful for everything you sacrificed for me. You are my greatest loves.”

Her mother buried her head into her father’s shoulder. No longer able to keep them at bay, tears slid down Sunday’s cheeks and she took a deep breath. Her parents pride in her was nothing compared to how proud she was of them for letting her go all those years ago to follow her dreams.

She gently wiped the tears from her eyes, careful not to smudge her makeup, and met Josh’s gaze. The love of her life, the man she’d never regret having in her life.

“And Josh Langston, cherished co-star and friend. Working with you on this film was a dream. I couldn’t ask for a better leading man. Your support gave me a strength I’d never known before. You also became the love of my life. I can’t wait to see what our future holds.” The crowd erupted once again. Josh winked at her and she smiled.

“Thank you to everyone. The Academy of Arts and Sciences. The producers, cast, and crew of Broken. Thank you for making my last role everything I could have hoped for and so much more.”

Blowing a kiss to the crowd, Sunday smiled then made her way backstage. She gazed down at the golden statue in her hands, unable to believe everything she had in her life.

A career that had just hit its biggest accolade. Loving family and friends.

And a man who had come back to her, and continued to love her.

Life just didn’t get any better.

~ * ~



Romancing the Stars Anthology features:

A Sunday Kind of Love by Kacey Hammell

For Sunday Reardon, once an A-list actress, leaving the spotlight, hectic schedules and tabloid gossips behind for the quiet tranquility of her hometown was the best decision she ever made. She’s surrounded by her family, her gardens and has everything she needs. Except the love of her life, a past co-star who offered so many promises years ago, only to break them all.

When she’s nominated for an Academy Award, Sunday’s world shifts into confusion and what-might-have-beens as she comes face to face with the one man who broke her heart…and still sets her body on fire.

Read more about each Romancing the Stars story from:

Emma Lai, Sandra Sookoo, Marie Tuhart, Lacey Wolfe

Read a full excerpt from “A Sunday Kind of Love”

Available at:

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Contest ends 10/27/13 at 11:59 p.m. EDT


Author: Lisa Fox

World-renowned neurosurgeon, master chef, secret member of American royalty, seducer of legions of beautiful, outrageously sexy angels and demons and vampires and werewolves and the occasional pirate, Lisa Fox has done it all… in her own mind. In reality, she can generally be found at her desk with a cup of coffee close at hand. Or maybe a martini. It really depends on the day.

8 thoughts on “And the Oscar Goes to… by Kacey Hammell

  1. Thanks for the headsup about this book. It sounds great.

  2. Loved the deleted scene thank you. Dying to know how it fits into the story.

  3. I really love this! Definitely need to read this!

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