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THE MODEL BY SERENA YATES PROMO POST!!


HELLO FRIENDS, I HAVE A PROMO POST FOR YOU TODAY, EVERYONE KNOWS HOW MUCH I LOVE THE WORKPLACE ENCOUNTERS SERIES BY SERENA YATES, WELL THE MODEL RELEASES ON THE 23RD OF THIS MONTH, AND I CAN'T WAIT! I HAVE THE BLURB THE (HOT) COVER, THE DREAMSPINNER PRE-ORDER LINK, AND EVEN AN EXCERPT, SO LET'S GET STARTED:


THE COVER ( WOW IS THIS A HOT ONE!)



TOLD YOU THIS COVER WAS NICE!! NOW FOR THE BLURB AND PRE-ORDER LINKS:

2nd Edition
A Workplace Encounters Book

When successful fashion model Fabio Bonardi discovers his first wrinkle, he knows it’s time to move on to Plan B. He is tired of the loneliness and drama of the modeling world, so he enlists shy financial advisor, Edwin Zachary, to help him start a business. Edwin is the first man who sees something beyond a pretty face in Fabio, and the connection between them is immediate and surprisingly deep. But insecurity, fear of rejection, and the fact that they live on opposite sides of the country make pursuing a relationship challenging. Before they can figure out the details, a mysterious stalker tries to drive them apart. Then Fabio disappears after a photo shoot, and both men face an unexpected battle for the lasting relationship they both so desperately want.


YES I CAN'T WAIT TO READ THIS ONE, AND YOU CAN BET I WILL BE BRINGING YOU MY RELEASE DAY REVIEW! HERE IS AN EXCERPT FOR YA:

“WHAT THE fuck?” Fabio Bonardi stared at his reflection in abject horror. It might have been a fairly low-quality hotel mirror and his eyes didn’t quite want to open yet, but even at five in the morning, he was awake enough to recognize a catastrophe when he saw it.

There, in the corner of his left eye, was unmistakable evidence he was getting old. Shit! Of all the things that could go wrong just before an early morning shoot, finding his first wrinkle was…. Hell, it wasn’t even on the damned list! He closed his eyes. Maybe this was a nightmare. Surely at twenty-eight, with the careful—not to say paranoid—way he took care of his skin, there was no way wrinkles would have a chance. Seconds later, not able to wait any longer despite his fear, he opened his eyes again. Damn! The thing hadn’t disappeared.

Fabio bent forward and stretched his skin, hoping it might magically spring back into its previous unwrinkled shape when he let go. Weren’t Mediterranean genes supposed to help you look younger? Apparently his luck had run out. The wrinkle was still there, and not even his otherwise blemish-free olive skin could hide it.

“Double fuck!” Fabio hit the marble basin with enough force for pain to race up his arm. “Ouch.” Talk about adding injury to insult. Or was that the other way around? He shook his head as he looked for his special moisturizer. It would have to do until Adair could work his magic. He was the best damned makeup artist in the whole business and almost reason enough to like coming to New York for a shoot. Almost.

Going through the motions of getting ready for a five-thirty pickup to the studio, Fabio let his mind wander. He’d always known this day would come. Taking care of the money he made, carefully investing it so it would be there once nobody wanted to hire him any longer, was second nature to him. He’d amassed a nice nest egg, and it looked as though it was time to use it to set Plan B into motion.

With a last admiring look at the figure he cut with his broad shoulders, narrow hips, and long legs, he left the hotel bathroom to get dressed in client-supplied underwear, blue jeans, and one of his oldest and most comfortable sweatshirts. Packing barely took five minutes because he only needed to make sure his stuff was in his carry-on, not think about what to take. He hated traveling with a lot of baggage, and he didn’t need a big wardrobe when he posed for fashion shoots all day, only to return to the hotel late at night for a quick salad before he dropped into bed.

The glamour of modeling? A total myth. Inexperienced guys might fall for it, but he’d been at this for ten years and knew better. Paris, Milan, and New York were good places to have on his resume, sure, but they weren’t any more fun on his sort of schedule than Timbuktu or Hicksville, Tennessee, might be. Not that he’d ever been to either of those places.

With the last shirt stuffed into the duffel, closely followed by his two bags of toiletries, Fabio closed the bag, picked it up, and left his room. He’d already checked his e-mail—five of them stalkerish in tone from people he didn’t know—updated his Facebook status, and sent a few tweets to fans who’d contacted him, so he was good to go. It was time to face today’s music. He sighed as he waited for the elevator to make it to the twenty-second floor to pick him up. He was so hungry, but breakfast was out of the question. So were most other meals. Fabio needed his figure to be perfect, now more than ever. He’d work out later in the day if he was lucky and would allow himself some food, maybe a dreaded salad and some chicken once he was done.

OH MAN I CAN'T WAIT TO TUCK INTO THIS ONE! IT IS GONNA BE AWESOME JUST LIKE ALL THE OTHER ONES ARE! THANKS FOR JOINING ME FOR MY PROMO POST OF THE MODEL, SEE YOU ON RELEASE DAY, SEPTEMBER 23rd FOR MY REVIEW :)!!