Holiday cheers to us all! This week we have a snippet from Deborah Garland’s Must Love Fashion, Book 1 in her Darling Cove series.
About the book:
Escape into the exciting world of fashion where Andrew Morgan, a former male model turned brand manager meets his match in Gwendolyn Mallory, a beautiful small town public relations specialist he doesn’t think he needs.
She was hired to turn the fashion world upside down…not his.
Go behind the scenes as Gwen sets out to prove she has what it takes to promote a prestigious brand like Prada. Andrew is already struggling to accept his PR responsibilities have been taken away from him, but the intense attraction he has for Gwen is just plain getting in the way of rational thinking—sleeping with a co-worker has always been on his to-don’t list. But Gwen challenges everything Andrew believes about love and relationships as he puts aside his heartbreaking past to have the woman he never knew he needed.
Follow the sparkling fuse slowly burning with sexual tension as Gwen brings to life a sexy devil…who just happens to wear Prada.
Andrew’s expression settled into a contemplative stare. He inched closer. “As long as we’re talking about former employers, I’ll tell you something about me that only Enrico knows.”
Gwen’s mouth was open the entire time she listened to him reveal his secret past as a male model. It wasn’t hard to imagine. He was the perfect specimen of a man. Tall, broad shoulders, prominent cheek bones and full lips. “Is that why you asked me what I thought about male models?”
And if Starlight had designed male thongs and Andrew was one of her models…
“Self-consciously, yes. It’s something…I’m proud of but also ashamed of at times.”
“Being rewarded because you’re tall and beautiful is—” She quickly looked away. I just called him beautiful. Licking her dry lips, she finished. “I mean…having someone think you’re good enough to show off their clothes is nothing to be ashamed of.”
“Thank you.” His head had lowered but his dark eyes were glued to her.
“Thank you for confiding in me,” she responded humbly. Her head was spinning and not because of the wine.
“We’re a team, right?” Andrew had become a different person. He was speaking to her like…a friend. An entirely different side of the man had emerged.
“Absolutely.” She clinked his glass again.
Andrew smoothed his tie and sat up straight. “Speaking of being a team, Enrico said you asked to be moved to an office on the designer floor.”
Her cheeks blazed with heat. She’d almost forgotten about the request. So this was business. Not pleasure. She took a breath. “It’s hard to share an office. No matter what the circumstances.”
“I’d really rather you not sit on the designer floor.”
She leaned in. “Why?”
“That floor is chaotic. I can’t think straight when I’m down there.”
“I think it’s kind of fun. Lots of energy. It’ll be like watching Project Runway every day, all day.” She wiggled her shoulders, letting her passion show through. “I love the creative process. Seeing them take a bolt of fabric and with a few clips of the scissors and stabs of the sewing machine needle…voila! A dress. It’s really quite fascinating.” She paused and sat back, staring into her wine to avoid eye contact. “Besides, you can’t like me being in your office”
“Actually, I do.”
She looked up, startled by the confession.
He pressed his fingers together. “I thought it would be annoying. But you’re pleasant enough to be around.”
Pleasant enough… Oh yeah, Mr. Morgan, talk dirty to me. “I have to be honest though, the mess and clutter that I have to look at every day, is kind of getting to me.”
“I’ll work on that. I promise.” He finished his beer and took out his wallet. “You’re not going to be happy listening to Salvatore yell all day, trust me.”
“Yeah, but it’s mostly in Italian.” Her finger nails scraped the bottom of the pretzel bowl. It was empty again and she was too embarrassed to ask for another refill.
“Thank goodness…I’m sure if it was English, we’d have dozens of lawsuits on our hands.”
He was keeping her away from Salvatore to protect the company from a lawsuit. How very…corporate of him. She shrugged her shoulders. “Okay. At least until the fashion show, deal?”
“Deal.” His lips agreed but his eyes said maybe.
Her phone buzzed and vibrated. It was Greg again. She dumped it in her bag. She didn’t want him or her father to worry, but she was an adult. An adult who was allowed to go out after work and come home late.
Or…not at all.
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Deborah Garland is a versatile author of women’s fiction, contemporary and paranormal romances. Her books are about love and the struggles of complicated relationships. The heroines are strong and witty and the heroes fall hard for them.
She lives on the North Shore of Long Island with her husband and two pugs, Zoe and Harley. And when she’s not writing, you can find her on a bar stool on a Friday night with a Grey Goose cosmopolitan, listening to her husband tell her the same stories over and over.