The Cover Model (eBook)

277 pages | eBook | 6x9"
Date of publication: 01/29/2016
  • ISBN: 978-1-943528-44-8
  • Model: 55097 words

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Heat Rating: 2 Flames


What happens when an uptight researcher rooms next door to the hottest cover model around at a romance novel convention? Sparks fly.

What happens when Fancy, an uptight researcher, finds herself at a scientific conference sharing space with hundreds of avid romance novel fans and a hunky, big time cover model named Mitch right next door? She bangs on the door and demands the orgy stop at once, of course.

Yet, deep down, they sense something in one another which might explain why they keep gravitating toward each other. Mitch can't help teasing the innocent and outspoken Fancy even as she lectures him on hotel etiquette and blossoms right before his eyes. Add in his greatest fan with a criminal past that he's supposed to track down, penis suckers, a risque photo shoot, a kidnapping, and Cinderella's ball, and the fun never stops. In true fairy tale fashion, they fall for one another, but will this particular tale end as the last book closes at the convention?

CONTENT ADVISORY: This is a re-release title.




Fancy climbed under the warm covers and tucked the thick comforter around her chilled feet before rolling to her side. Releasing a weary sigh mixed with relief, she adjusted her pillow, closed her eyes, and relaxed.

Finally, after two long weeks of endless days, she could sleep for a full night without having to get up at the crack of dawn. It was a blessing in her book.

Her supervisor dropped the bombshell on her a month ago that she would not only be attending this quarterly meeting in Seattle, she would also present their latest research findings. Fancy's life had immediately shifted from fast to warp speed. Her daily workload remained unchanged, but she had the additional project dumped in her lap, leading to data collection, presentation preparation, and a last minute research tweaking marathon. The excruciating pace was similar to the twenty-six mile run with a sprint at the finish. She'd finished, barely, and somehow managed to hold onto her sanity in the process. Now, she just had to complete one more step.

Inhaling a deep breath, she pushed the recent happenings out of her thoughts, focusing on the present. Sleep tonight. Spend a few hours in a boring meeting in the morning. Present just before noon. Hit the spa at three. Then she could rest and relax for the remainder of the week--taking in presentations as she wanted, shopping, and hanging out around the pool in between, like an overdue vacation. Boy, did she need one, especially after a month of working her rear off nonstop.


Cracking one eye open, she quickly scanned her hotel room, finding nothing amiss. Must be another patron moving furniture around in the next room. With the explanation, she settled back into the soft mattress.

Thump. Thump. Thud.

A deep groan and high-pitched, blasting wail followed.

Irritation shot to the fore as the annoying noises continued a few inches from her head. Sitting up, she glared at the wall, as if the responsibility lay within the thin barrier.

Bang. Thump. Thump. The sounds grew louder as did the feminine squeals.

It didn't take a rocket scientist to realize the issue. Someone in the room next to hers was enjoying a session of mattress dancing.

A short scream carried easily to her ears before the sound became muffled.

A particularly loud and enthusiastic bout of mattress dancing.

Puffing out a breath, she flipped over, closed her eyes, and tried to ignore the hot monkey sex happening a few feet away. Seizing control of her escalating temper, she consoled herself with rational facts. How long could it last anyway? More than likely her precious silence would resume in five minutes or less. Until then, she would just burrow into her nest and think about something else. Anything else.

More moaning and a harsh male bark rattled her precarious hold on quickly rising anger. Staring at the clock, she watched and waited, knowing the session would end soon. It better.

Ten minutes passed, and still the carnal sounds continued. Grasping the sheet tightly in her fists, Fancy fought the urge to throttle Superman. After all, a common man wouldn't last that long. No way. Most were in and out in less than three minutes, rolling over and snoring before the woman could ask who got to sleep in the wet spot for the night. At least that was the complaint she heard from fellow coworkers all the time. She had no reason to not believe them.

Another minute crawled by with no lessening to the racket.

Either Superman really did hang out next door or he brought a few friends to play with. An orgy? She blinked at the astonishing realization.

Bang. Bang. Bang.

Sitting up, Fancy threw the covers aside. It was one thing to lie there and listen to wild monkey sex. But it was totally something else to have the dang bed smacking into the wall, sounding like a demolition hammer tearing through wood and sheetrock.

That's it. Orgy or not, she wasn't about to stand any more interruption to her much deserved sleep. All her time, effort, and sweat over the past weeks would be wasted if she flopped on her presentation due to exhaustion and lack of shut-eye the night before. No Energizer sex rabbits would interfere with her biggest career honor yet.

Slipping on her house shoes, she marched to her hotel room door, and threw the bolt, before storming to the room directly to her south. Absently noting the number posted on the door, she knocked politely, trying mightily not to disturb other hotel guests who might be trying to get some rest. She tapped her knuckles again. Twice. Three times.

When no one answered, she curled her fingers into a fist and beat on the wooden door so hard the frame trembled. "Open up!" The wooden barrier stood as before, closed to her.

Sucking in a breath, she doubled her efforts, putting all her strength behind the blows. "I know orgies are illegal in this state. I demand you cease and desist at once, or I'll call the manager and the police." Fancy said, bluffing.

Whether orgies actually crossed the legal line, she had no clue, but if it earned her some quiet, she would lie like the devil. The door jerked open, revealing a tall, dark-haired man who scowled down at her, his body nude except for a white towel wrapped around his hips. In the background, a raven-haired woman scurried naked across the room.

"What in the hell is your problem?" His voice boomed in anger.

Undaunted, she fired back. "Listen, stud muffin. I'm exhausted and have a very important presentation in the morning, requiring sleep tonight. So why don't you, Pocahontas, and the rest of the tribe take the party somewhere else, call it a night, or invest in some gags?"

He crossed his arms over a broad and nearly hairless chest. The action drew attention to the bulging muscles in his arms. "There's no fucking orgy here." Annoyance laced heavily in his tone.

She ignored the literal and blatant double innuendo. "There has to be. I've listened to the sounds of heavy coitus in progress for a good fifteen minutes. The average man lasts approximately four or five minutes even at a leisurely pace."

"Baby, I'm not an average man." The low baritone timbre flowed over her like hot chocolate syrup over an ice cream sundae. Gone was the irritation, only to be replaced with seductive smoothness. His gaze slowly lowered over her body before returning to her face.


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Growing up in the Midwest, I began reading romance novels in high school, immediately falling in love with the genre, to the point where I decided to write professionally for a career. However, that dream splattered against a brick wall, resulting in a quick death in my first writing class in college when my professor told me bluntly that I wasn't any good at it. I shifted gears quickly, and left my writing dreams behind, eventually settling on becoming a nurse.

A few years back, I stumbled across a fan-fiction writing site on a favorite author's webpage. I began to read stories others wrote, not only making some wonderful close friends from the experience, but also, really learning to write for the very first time. Here I was able to share short stories, practice my writing skills, and truly develop into a writer. More than that, the experience allowed me to revitalize my dream, as I rediscovered joy in writing. Now, I spend my days off with my alpha male characters, quick witted heroines, and see how much trouble everyone can get into.

When I'm not working or writing, I enjoy working in the garden, canning, and seeing my backyard as a living canvas for my whimsical landscaping, and, of course, reading romance novels.



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