The Makeup Test
Vanessa M. Knight
Publication date: April 4th 2017
Genres: Contemporary, New Adult, Romance
Parker Breckinridge is a sophomore in college and already running her own internet cosmetics business. She doesn’t apologize for her successes—or anything else. She’s worked hard to get what where she is. She’s had to. It’s not like there was anything else in her life, despite her rich family.
Cade Adler doesn’t do relationships—especially relationships with uptight princesses. Been there. Done that. Destroyed the T-shirt. Besides, what with working full-time as a police officer and going to school, who has time for women? Not him.
With his tattoos and overall attitude, Cade is exactly what Parker doesn’t need. And between her father’s money and her piss-poor attitude, Parker is exactly what Cade doesn’t need.
So why is it they can’t stay apart?
Excerpt:
Parker
shoved socks into the suitcase, filling in holes. She slotted the empty drawer
back into place with a click and pulled out the top drawer. Lace and silk
spilled over the side. His throat dried as his tongue-jerky slid along arid
teeth. Holy shit. Butt floss and satin and silk… oh fuck.
Each
one looked small and inviting. He could picture each slip of fabric covering
each scrap of her body… and then he pictured that body without the slips of
fabric. Not helping.
“Officer?
Did you hear me?”
Shit.
She was talking and he was too busy ogling her under-thingies. Ugh. He was an
ass.
He
cleared his throat. “You can call me Cade.” After they’d shared family history
and he’d ogled her goodies—not goodies, panties—no, not panties. That sounded
so seedy. After they’d shared so much, she couldn’t keep throwing out the
officer thing. It was first-name-basis time. He hoped. “What did you say, Ms.
Breckinridge?”
“Call
me Parker.” She tilted her head and looked at him with the most hypnotic blue
eyes. He swore they’d been blue-green yesterday. But with her curly blonde hair
shading her eyes as they glistened with amusement—no doubt at his expense—they
looked as blue as the badge on his chest. “I didn’t get a chance to ask, but
why are you here today? Are you stalking me?”
He
actually had come here for a reason. A good reason. Any second now he’d
remember what it was. “No stalking, just checking out the crime scene.” Where
the fuck did that come from? He needed to get a grip. Think. Although how was
he supposed to stay coherent when she was tossing her under-things in the air?
He was only human.
Speaking
of human, his pants tightened around his growing interest as he started
thinking about those things on her body off her body. He was doing it again. He
needed a subject change. “Do you have a place to stay?”
“I’m
staying at a friend’s this week, Cade, and after that I’ll have my dad find me
a place in town.”
And
just like that the similarities disappeared. She had her daddy to bail her out.
Not just her daddy, her rich daddy. Cade had a sister with a son who barely
scraped by.
They
lived in two very different worlds, and he needed to remember that. Especially
when she slid another scrap of silk into the suitcase, giving him images to
keep his hand occupied for the next few nights.
That’s
all this ever could be.
Author Bio:
Vanessa M. Knight has always enjoyed writing and once she found romance, she was addicted. She props her laptop in the suburbs of Chicago with her husband, son and menagerie of 4-pawed, claw-babies (AKA cats and dogs.) That laptop has partnered-in-crime to write contemporary romances with a dash of humor and splash of snark.
When she has a few moments to spare, you can find her singing off key (but she assures us it’s still considered singing), reading, kickboxing or killing a few brain cells as she stares at the many sitcoms and dramas available through the Internet and TV.
For more information on Vanessa, including her Internet haunts, contest updates, and details on her upcoming novels, please visit her website at www.vanessamknight.com.
1 comments:
Thanks for being on the tour! :)
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