I bet most women would give a kidney to shoot a steamy Regency TV drama with Hollywood's hottest movie star. Right? Not me. Because said hottie is also the ex who dumped me on Twitter five years ago. I'm playing the Duchess. And the Duke is… you've got it. Twitter Boy, straight from rehab and a box office bomb (karma's a bitch). The world is watching, giving me the perfect platform to show him he was out of his mind to cast me aside. It should all be fine, save for a few minor hurdles: this guy was made for tight breeches. His fake British accent and dirty ducal demeanour send shivers down my spine. And most alarmingly, he's says he's reformed. I call BS. Can I stand my ground? Withstand his temptations? Or will I disgrace my feminist image by swooning at His Grace's fine ankles IRL? Falling Stars is a celebrity, lovers to enemies to lovers, second chance romance with lashings of heart and heat and a #CrohnsWarrior heroine.
