I was so excited to reveal the cover of this gorgeous book, and the premise of The Right ManĀ is SO up my alley (he’s a famous rock star, and she’s a prostitute). OH WOW I LOVE unconventional love stories!! You know this one’s gonna bring on the tumultuous angst and social issues (don’t even get me started on the paparazzi…).
Sounds like a modern-day fairy tale (Cinderella anyone). My favorite of them all! P.S. Can I just say how in LOVE I am with the graphics? So dreamy and beautiful, I just want to immerse myself in their world.
And today, the author is giving you a peek into the story via an excerpt and a chance to win a signed copy!
Ready for the excerpt?
Jewel
āYou look hot.ā My roommate clattered toward me at a precarious pace in her skyscraper heels.
āThanks, Cam.ā I stamped a hand to my hip and posed for her as the bus door closed behind me, and she stopped and twirled to show me her backless dress. Her long black hair swished the exposed skin above her ass. āYouāre not so bad yourself.ā
āDigging the cartoon-character-slash-schoolgirl vibe.ā Her dark red lipstick framed an approving smile.
āThought it might sell well with the older guys on this side of town.ā
āSick bastards acting out their underage-girl fantasies. Youāre probably right.ā She unwrapped a piece of gum, split it, popped half in her mouth, and offered me the other.
āAppreciate it,ā I said as I took it.
āYouāre late.ā She narrowed her olive-green eyes at me. āYou stop to take a client on the way over?ā
āNah.ā I shook my head. āJust another run-in with Wanda.ā
āBitch.ā
āYeah.ā I agreed readily, my empty stomach twisting. āYou made your half of the rent yet?ā
āNope.ā She shook her head. Glossy ebony hair spilled over her delicate shoulders.
āBut I thought you had most of it saved already.ā
āHadĀ most of it.ā She slowly blinked her pretty eyes at me.
āWhat do you mean, had?ā My stomach didnāt just twist, it knotted.
āI gave it to Lori.ā
āOh no.ā I squeezed my eyes closed for a second, but there was no shutting out the sh!tty reality.
āI had to.ā My roomie donned a pleading expression. āShe was sick. She had the shakes and was puking her guts out.ā
āSheās a heroin addict, Cam, and needs to go to rehab. Sheāll just use that money for another fix.ā
Bright pink neon lights advertising a triple-X show blasted my gaze. A reminder, not that I needed one, that the harsh world we lived in couldnāt be remedied with kindness.
āYou donāt have your part either?ā she asked.
I shook my head.
āWeāre f*cked.ā Frowning, she touched my arm. āIām sorry, Jewel.ā
āItās okay.ā Kindness might not change much, but I couldnāt blame Cam for it.
I covered her fingers with mine. Even through the worn cotton of my jacket, I could tell her skin was freezing cold.
āTwo softies is what we are.ā I gave her a warm smile. āI probably wouldāve done the same thing. What are the odds weād end up rooming together, huh?ā
āYou regret moving in with me?ā Her crimson lips trembled uncertainly.
āNo. And anyway, it was your apartment to begin with. Lucky for me, you took me in. I had no job. Barely any money after my boyfriend screwed me over. You took a chance on me. Rescued me.ā I squeezed her hand and frowned. āYouāre freezing.ā
I removed her fingers, unzipped my jacket, and shrugged out of it. Goose bumps erupted on my exposed flesh, and there was a lot of it, more than Cam revealed in her slinky slip. A guy in a passing car let out a piercing whistle and gave me a leering look, and then he was gone.
āPut this on,ā I said.
āIām okay. Itās seventy degrees outside. Iām hardly freezing.ā
āItās damp. Thereās a chill in the air. Take it.ā I shook the jacket at her. āI was just going to tie it around my waist, but it messes with my look.ā
āAll right.ā She frowned at me, but put it on.
āYou makeĀ anyĀ money tonight?ā
I held my breath for her answer as we moved into our usual position by the streetlight closest to the curb. Best to flaunt our attributes in the light while we could. The longer we kept on making our living like this, the sooner we would wind up falling back into the shadows to hide the toll it took on us.
āFifty bucks.ā
āThatās something. Good for you.ā
āOne blow job.ā Her brow creased. āThatās hardly rent.ā
āItās a start.ā I bit down on my plump, often-abused bottom lip. āMaybe we can convince Wanda to let us pay what we owe in installments.ā
āMaybe,ā she said, but we both knew there was zero chance. No excuses. No exceptions. Wanda was a total hard-ass.
āHey.ā Cam lifted her chin to point at a sleek sports car idling at the curb. āWould you look at that.ā
āWhat?ā I swiveled to glance in the same direction.
āItās a Porsche 911 GT2 RS.ā
āI know what kind of car it is.ā
She raised a disbelieving brow.
āOkay. No, I didnāt. Youāre the car expert, Camaro Montepulciano.ā
āNot an expert. Not like my dad.ā
āYeah,ā I said softly. āBut you have nearly every make, model, and spec memorized like he does.ā
A love for all things automotive was his one and only legacy to her. After sheād lost her job as a cashier in the auto parts store and her father discovered what sheād taken up as a second career, he completely shut her out. Yet she religiously readĀ Car and DriverĀ magazine every morning as though it were a devotional, just on the off chance that he might one day change his mind and welcome her back.
āSpecial silver-metallic finish,ā she said almost reverently as she drank in the sight of the expensive car. āRear-wheel drive. Six cylinders. Three-point-eight-liter twin-turbo engine. Seven hundred horsepower. That baby can do zero to sixty in two point seven seconds.ā
āSounds super sexy.ā I snorted, not as impressed by cars. āSo, go get him.ā
āNah.ā She shook her head. āYou look way hotter than I do.ā
āNot true, but all right. Iāll go over and take a shot, if youāre sure. Though I better move fast, since Iāve probably only got two-point-something seconds to snag him if he stomps on the gas.ā I straightened my shoulders.
She shook her head at me as I took my first step. āWork your approach faster, roomie. He just put his blinker on. Heās gonna get away. And thatās $293,000 worth of sports car, before options.ā
In other words, if I played it right, I might make rent.
And now for the giveaway!!
- The author is giving away a copy ofĀ The Right Man,Ā SIGNED!!!
HowĀ to enter for a chance to win it?Ā Just leave a comment belowĀ (or better yet, tell us about your favorite fairy tale – whether it be a modern-day take on one, or a classic) andĀ by 10pm EST, Sunday March 3rd 2019, I will randomly selectĀ oneĀ lucky commenter as the winner.
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The winner will be contacted and will have 48hrs to respond confirming their mailing address, so if you are picked, do not delay or you will lose your chance. The prize will be sent to the winner directly by the author.
Giveaway open to the US!!!Ā
Canāt wait to read this one!
My favorite fairy tale is Beauty and the Beast! Swoon worthy!!!
That blurb hooked me right away. My favourite fairy tale is Little Red Riding Hood. Like me some wolf!
Iām downloading this today!!!! I love a Cinderella story!!!!! My fav!
Donāt have a fave but I like Cinderella and Beauty and The Beast. The adult book versions of course.
sounds so good. i cannot wait to read. i love cinderella and Seducing Cinderella by Gina L. Maxwell is a fun take on it.
This book looks great! My favorite fairy tale? Beauty and the Beast, of course! Thx for the chance!
Always have soft spots for the Cinderella stories we grew up with!