Weekenders Romance Watch
Author: Georgie Lee
Genre: Mainstream Romance
As one of Hollywood's only female directors in 1935, Vivien Howard is now directing her dream film, a lavish Civil War romance. She's not about to let anyone spoil it, especially not handsome studio executive Weston Holmes.
When Weston learns Lion Studios is backing a war movie made by a woman, he scoffs at the idea and earns the enchanting Vivien's wrath.
During production, sparks fly. Vivien and Weston ignore the gossip until a scandal nearly ruins them both. The only solution: a marriage of convenience that forces the bickering duo into an unlikely alliance—and their own happily-ever-after.
Vivien Howard marched into Earl Holmes's office and threw the script on his desk. "Storm of the South. This is it. This is the picture I want to direct next."
Earl picked up the script and flipped through it, unfazed. "The Civil War? It's been done, and badly."
"Not the way I'm going to do it."
"I read the script a couple of months back. It's a war movie. A woman can't direct a war movie." He tossed the script onto his large mahogany desk and leaned back in his leather chair, his hands clasped over his round belly, his graying eyebrows knitted as his eyes bored into her. Earl's imposing attitude would have cowed a lesser director, but Vivien had played this game too many times with the old studio head to be scared off now.
"It's a love story set during a war."
"The Civil War."
"I know exactly how I'm going to shoot it." She sat down on Earl's plush leather sofa, pushing back her shoulder- length curly brown hair. She crossed her legs, thankful Miss Hepburn's popularity had made wearing trousers respectable. Even if the Women's Decency League proclaimed pants the ruin of womankind, Vivien preferred them to skirts and always made sure they were femininely tailored to complement her dark hair and eyes. Being one of only a few female directors in Hollywood, she played a man's game, but she was always careful to remain a lady. Her career depended on this tightrope walk. Earl leaned back in his chair and studied her. She knew he was intrigued, but she also knew he hated to let directors think they were getting their way, even if they were.
"The boys in New York won't like the idea of a woman directing a war movie," he replied, selecting a cigar from the humidor on his desk.
"If you pitch it right, they'll love this project."