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Picture Perfect by Elisabeth Grace
Synopsis
*****THIS BOOK CAN
BE READ AS A STANDALONE*****
Being the daughter
of a big-city mayor, twenty-one year old Skye Summers has giant shoes to fill
in her first real job out of college. With the public spotlight on her family,
and her dad’s expectations running high, she jumps at the chance to work
side-by-side on an important project with her sexy new boss.
Playboy
entrepreneur Landon Steele has built a successful entertainment PR firm and
broken more than a few hearts along the way. He’s counting on his enthusiastic
new assistant to help him expand his business into LA… until he discovers she’s
a pampered rich girl who’s in the public spotlight as much as his famous
clients. Still, he agrees to give her a chance, and soon the two are heating up
the bedroom as well as the boardroom.
But when Skye’s
ex-boyfriend threatens to reveal a dangerous secret from her past, her job,
relationship with Landon, and her father’s career are suddenly all on the line.
Will she be forced to leave Landon? Or will she pursue her heart, regardless of
the cost?
EXCERPT #1 – Skye’s
POV
We had to work late to finish the
final prep for our trip to L.A., and because there had been a problem with the
heat in the office all day, it was completely sweltering.
“Are you sure you wouldn't rather
do this at your place or mine? It's so hot in here,” I said when I entered his
office.
“Here is fine. We'll manage.”
He’d taken his suit jacket off, removed his tie, rolled his shirt sleeves up
and undone several buttons, revealing a small portion of his muscled chest.
I'd taken off the opaque tights
I'd worn under my dress earlier that morning, as well as the tailored jacket I
wore over my mod-style tank dress. I was still overheated so I'd tossed my hair
up into a messy bun on top of my head. If anyone came into the office, we
certainly didn't look like a professional pair.
“Where do you want to start?” I
asked. I put a mock copy of the handouts I'd put together for his speech in
front of him on his desk.
He picked one up and looked it
over. “These are good. Have them sent over to the printers and shipped to the
hotel in L.A. so they arrive before the conference.”
“Will do.”
“What else do we need to go over?”
he asked.
I came around to stand beside his
desk and placed some notes in front of him that I’d put together for our
meeting with Calder Fox. “I thought you could look these over and see if there
are any other points you think are worth mentioning. I talked to some of the
Account Reps and listed some examples of the crisis management work our office
has done in the past.”
Calder was a child star turned
up-and-coming movie star who'd recently fallen from grace. Everyone was slating
him as the next Tom Cruise, but his reputation had taken a nosedive with the
recent revelations of how he was spending his free time. A recent rehab stint
hadn’t helped.
Landon looked over the papers and
seemed happy with what he saw. I loved seeing him like this...professional businessman,
in control, and completely focused on what he was doing. The cologne he wore
slowly permeated my senses the longer I stood beside him. I loved that smell.
It was so sexy and so...Landon.
He picked up a pen off his desk
and went to mark up my notes. He began writing but the pen had run out of ink.
He swirled it around in a circle on the page as if some ink would magically
appear. “Damn. This one's out. Can you pass me that one?” he asked
distractedly, pointing to the other side of the desk.
I reached over to grab the pen.
As I was about to hand it to him, it slipped from my fingers and fell to the
floor. I started to bend over to get it when Landon said, “I'll grab it.”
I went back to looking at the
notes on the desk, trying to figure out what he thought needed correcting when
I felt his hand's feather light touch against my ankle. I stilled immediately.
It must have been a mistake. He had to have accidentally brushed against me
when he was reaching for the pen.
What happened next was no
accident.
He ran his hand from the inside
of my calf up to my knee and back down again. I sent up a small ‘thank you’ prayer
that I had decided to shave that morning.
I glanced down to my side. He was
looking up at me with half-drawn lids. I didn't say a word and couldn't move as
he continued his slow assault on my senses.
My breath quickened and my dress
suddenly felt altogether too restrictive. This time when he brought his hand
back up my leg, he passed over my knee until his hand was up under my skirt,
mid-thigh.
“Your skin is so smooth. It's
like silk or cashmere or something. I've never felt anything like it.”
My pussy throbbed in
anticipation, wanting him to touch me there. How could it not? His large hands climbed
a little higher but still weren't touching me where I needed him to most. I
swear, if he didn't do something to ease the ache soon, I was going to go bat-shit
crazy.
I let out a rough exhale of air
and leaned forward, placing my hands on the desk in front of me so that I was
slightly bent over. That must have been all the invitation he needed. When his
hand finally crept back up my leg, he brought it all the way up to the juncture
of my thighs.
I glanced back at him again. He
was seated in his chair, still with one hand all the way up under my skirt. His
large erection was pushing against the seam of his pants. It was such a turn-on
to think that I did that to him—that I put him in that state.
His fingers made contact with the
silk of my thong and rubbed lightly from front to back. The slight friction gave
me little satisfaction. It was all I could do not to grab his hand myself and
push him roughly against me.
Without warning, he removed his
hand and stood up. “Don't move,” he said with an authoritative tone. He
adjusted himself before he began to walk toward the door. God, watching him
touch himself, even just that little bit, was so freaking hot. He closed the
office door, flipped the privacy switch for the glass, locked the door, and
turned back to look at me.
I hadn't given a second thought
to the fact that his office door was open. It was late and everyone had gone
home, but who knew whether security or the cleaning staff were around? I was
normally a girl who examined every angle and every possible outcome before I
did anything. I just completely lost my head around this guy.
Landon said nothing as he made
his way back over to me, but the look on his face was one of possession. He
wasn't asking for permission for what he was about to do. He was taking what he
wanted.
About. Fucking. Time.
EXCERPT #2 – Landon’s POV
It was an
unseasonably warm day for December in L.A. so the pool deck was busy. I was
relaxing on the chaise inside the cabana after giving my drink order to the
waiter when I saw Skye making her way across the pool deck. She had on a pair
of sunglasses and a floral cover-up with long, billowing sleeves. When she
reached the cabana, she smiled wide and dropped her beach bag onto the coffee
table in the center.
“The waiter
just left. I didn't order for you because I wasn't sure what you'd want,” I
said.
“I think I'm
going to take a dip in the pool. Do you mind ordering me an iced tea when the
waiter comes back?”
“Sure thing.”
She slid off
her sandals and then proceeded to pull her cover-up off over her head.
I was in
trouble.
I was in so much
fucking trouble if I thought there was any
way I might get through this trip sleeping only a few rooms away from her when
she looked like that.
Her swimsuit
was a gold one-piece that had a slit all the way down to her belly button and a
belt around the waist. I'd been imagining what she'd look like completely naked
since I’d first seen her. This swimsuit was giving me a pretty good idea, but
apparently my imagination hadn’t been doing her justice.
She smiled at
me before heading over to the pool and diving in. It was clear she had no idea
the effect seeing her in that tiny bit of fabric had on me. That or she hid it
well. Now I'd be trying to hide the wood I'd no doubt be sporting all
afternoon.
The waiter
returned and I ordered Skye's drink. A few minutes later, he dropped it off
just as Skye was returning to the cabana. He did a double-take as she came up
behind him. I couldn't blame him but it still fueled my competitive nature,
seeing another man appreciate her rocking body. Even if she wasn’t mine.
I tipped him a
couple of dollars and said, “We're good for a while. Thanks.” Skye smiled her
megawatt, draw-every-man-to-her-within-twenty-feet smile as he passed by her to
leave. Fuck me, but I loved that smile. “How was the water?” I asked.
She grabbed a
towel off one of the tables and began to dry herself off. “Warmer than I
thought it'd be. We got lucky it's such a nice day out today.”
“The warmers
help, too,” I said, motioning to the heater in the roof of the cabana.
“There is
that.” She laughed, her entire face lighting up.
She really was
breathtaking...and pure...full of light. When I was with her, I forgot about
the pressures of growing my business and my strained relationship with my
father—everything else just faded into the background and I was just here with
her…in the present. And none of the other shit mattered.
When she was
done rubbing that damn towel over every inch of her porcelain skin, she came to
sit beside me on the couch and grabbed her drink off the table. I watched as
she took the straw between her lips. This had to be some form of foreplay
torture. First the swimsuit, then rubbing herself down, and now this? As she
sucked the liquid down, I began to get hard just thinking about what those lips
would look like wrapped around the end of my cock.
I couldn’t
watch her a second longer. I pulled the drink away from her mouth and she gave
me a quizzical look. “We need to talk.”
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Author Bio:
I have a soft
spot for romance novels with happily ever afters and a HOT spot for alpha
males! I currently live outside Toronto, Canada with my hubby, two small
children and cat spawned by the devil. Life is busy, but never to busy for a
good story and to share my love of reading and writing with others. Things I
can tell you that sum me up...I'm a sugar and carb addict, self-professed Gandy
Girl, a disaster in the kitchen, a LOVER of all music, I enjoy reality TV and
I'm an early riser! When I have a moment to breath you can usually find me
typing furiously on the keyboard to get my next story on paper, or curled up
reading about someone else's HEA.
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Perfect Playlist:
1. Telephone
- Lady Gaga feat. Beyonce
2. Love The
Way You Lie - Eminem feat. Rihanna
3. Hold On,
We're Going Home - Drake feat. Majid Jordan
4. The Way
You Look Tonight - Frank Sinatra
5. Call And
Answer - Barenaked Ladies
6. The Reason
- Hoobastank
7. Anti-Venom
- USS
8. From Now
On - The Features
9. Strong
Enough - Sheryl Crow
10. Patience
- Guns N' Roses
11. All Of Me
- John Legend
12. When The
Right One Comes Along - Clare Bowen & Sam Palladio
13. Nessun
Dorma - Pavarotti
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