Holiday Hideout – Polar Bear, Alaska Read Online Logan Chance

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Total pages in book: 32
Estimated words: 31130 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 156(@200wpm)___ 125(@250wpm)___ 104(@300wpm)
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Holiday Hideout - Polar Bear, Alaska

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Logan Chance

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Every woman in the world hates me. No seriously, it’s true.
When I decided to break up with my girlfriend, she went on to write a chart-topping album about how I broke her heart. And everyone’s on her side.
I get hate mail. Death threats. Now, I’m hiding out until the filming of my next SharkQuake movie is underway.
I head to Alaska, to keep my head down until the buzz of Trinity’s new album dies down. No interaction except for a housekeeper, Rachel, that shows up twice a week to clean.
When she shows up, I quickly learn she’s Team Trinity and probably wants me dead, too. But there’s something about her I can’t quite ignore.
To top it off, she’s a major shark movie junkie-- apparently it’s a thing. Spending time with her makes me forget about the world.
And for someone like me that can be a dangerous thing. This is only temporary, soon I’ll be heading back to Hollywood and leaving this holiday hideout behind.
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Playlist

Moon, Jonah Kagen

I guess I’m in Love, Clinton Kane

Traitor, Olivia Rodrigo

Drivers license, Olivia Rodrigo

Good 4 u, Olivia Rodrigo

And all other songs by Olivia Rodrigo where she tells the story of her break up.

One

Fender

* * *

“So, lay it on me. How many death threats today?”

“Around fifty-thousand,” my assistant, Noreen, says on our will-this-nightmare-before-Christmas-ever-end conference call.

“Not horrible,” I tell her. “Things are calming down.”

“Well, that’s only on Twitter.” She pauses. “Combined across all social media platforms, you have more today than yesterday. They despise you most on TikTok.”

I groan, throwing a pillow over my head.

“This will blow over soon.” Noreen’s reassuring voice continues to lilt from the phone, finding the bright side of my tarnished career, but I barely hear her. I barely hear anything anymore.

Except her songs. The woman who demonized our breakup to her millions of fanatics.

“This isn’t my fault. People want to kill me because I want a happier life?”

Noreen sighs. “Fender, things will get better.”

I shake my head. “I should just let the public do it. Let them have their way with me and…” I breathe out, “whatever.”

“Save the dramatics for the big screen,” my manager, Les, chimes in. “Pull yourself up by those massive biceps. On a positive note, the studio sent the script for the next SharkQuake.”

I groan again. “This will be the eighth movie for the franchise. It's time to say enough is enough. I mean, how they can’t catch the killer shark by the eighth movie eludes me.”

“Well, it’s the baby of the original killer shark attacking everyone in this one,” he says.

I sit up and toss the pillow across the room. “That’s even worse.”

“The script isn’t half bad.”

“So, it’s only half good?”

“Ok, ok,” Noreen cuts in. “Do you have everything you need in your cabin? I had someone stock beverages and food for your stint as a hermit. I can have whatever you want delivered. Christmas tree, perhaps?”

“No, I’m fine. I’m not celebrating the holidays this year.” I glance out the floor-to-ceiling glass wall with nothing but the Alaskan woods to see. “Until this thing with Trinity blows over, I don’t want any contact with the outside world.”

“Well, you won’t have to fret about that in Polar Bear, Alaska,” Les says. “No one will find you there.”

True. I’m in the foothills of the Mistletoe Mountains, and it’s secluded.

“Not even Santa,” Noreen adds, in a disappointed tone. “Are you sure you don’t need anything else? It’s a shame you have to hide away during the holidays until this nightmare ends.”

“My cabin is nestled right outside of town,” I tell her. “If I need anything, I can… ski to the store.”

“You should have let me rent you a vehicle,” Noreen mutters. “What if the holiday spirit strikes and you want to shop for gifts? Polar Bear looks like a Christmas Village, such a shame to—”

“I’ll be fine,” I cut her off. “I’m sure Santa wants to murder me too.”

I semi-listen as Noreen and Les assure me things are not as dire as they seem. Easy for them to say. They aren’t hiding out in Alaska for God knows how long. It’s fine. I can grow a beard and become a recluse who whittles animals out of tree limbs.

“I’ll send the script over,” Les says.

I groan on the inside. “Fine.” I end the call and toss the phone.

I’m thinking someone cursed this film series. If not for the SharkQuake movies, I would’ve never met Trinity on set and this death debacle would’ve never happened. When I dated her, she was a struggling actress and singer, working on an album, and wanted a deal more than anything. Well, she’s got one now, worth millions of dollars.


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