, which is a modern re-telling of the fairytale Rapunzel. I can't believe how quickly the release date has come, but time really does fly when your busy. lol
If you don't follow me on Facebook you will have missed the cover reveal, but I am sure by now you will have seen the beautiful cover for
in the side bar. It was created by the ever so talented Fiona Jayde and I am simply in love with it.
As promised in last Sunday's Sexy Snippet post I have been posting visual teasers for
on Facebook - which you can find at the end of this post - and today we are ending with the longest tease in the form of the Prologue. Enjoy! ;-P
Will she let down her hair for the man of her fantasies?
Famous for her long, golden hair and beaming smile, Razel D’Punz is the hottest model in the industry. But although most women would kill to get ahead in this profession, Razel lives an isolated life; one she has learnt to accept...until she meets Matthew Prince, a new photographer in the business.
Refusing to let her mother/agent’s strict rules stop her from spending time with the man of her fantasies, Razel quickly discovers that one night with Matthew isn’t enough....
And neither is the life she is chained to. Something will have to change if she is ever to get her very own Happily Ever After.
Buy Links:
Smashwords: https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/371656
Barnes&Noble: http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/razel-dazzle-elizabeth-morgan/1111917777?ean=2940045359238
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Prologue
They were two beautiful people.
Both strong and healthy, exactly what she was looking for.
The male was at least six foot,
slender, but his body was firm. His light brown hair was slicked back, making
his jaw-line and chiseled cheekbones more defined. His eyes were firmly fixed
on his partner as they attempted the triple spin.
The female—such a petite thing
with snow-white skin and a dazzling set of white teeth. Her blue eyes shone as
she gazed up at him from a slanted dip. Her golden hair was tied up with stray
curls hanging around her face.
Such
a beautiful couple. They will do perfectly. She waited for the show to end.
*****
Gabriella stood in front of the
dressing room door. The small copper star resting against the worn wood had
lost its gleam; the scratched metal had seen better days. She moved her
attention to the two sheets of paper pinned below it, one reading: Robert Burton;
the other: Nina Hewson. The dancing couple from Arizona. A couple whose lives
were about to change.
She knocked sharply upon the
door, which opened immediately, bringing her eye to eye with the polite,
green-blue gaze of Robert.
“May I help you?”
“You may indeed.” She walked
past him into the small room.
The dressing room, like the rest
of the broken-down theater, wasn’t anything special. The general necessities
were there; a mirror, vanity table, railing for costumes, and two chairs that
looked like they had been stolen from a high school classroom. And from what
she could guess, the hideous, moth-eaten red fabric hanging from the wall
toward the end of the small space was the door to the restroom. The faded
floral wallpaper peeled in many places, and the room stank of sweat and cheap
perfume. Her nose wriggled almost uncontrollably as the rancid smell swamped
her. At the sound of the door shutting, she turned and focused her attention on
Nina, who was standing and pulling her faded, pink silk robe shut.
She drank their beauty in almost
hungrily, reminding herself why she was in the hellhole of a theatre in the
first place. Robert moved and stood beside Nina, who had folded her arms across
her chest.
Happy with her choice, Gabriella
dusted one of the chairs and sat, making herself as comfortable as possible.
This was the last place in the world she would ever choose to be, but for her
plan to work, she would need working class people. Individuals hungry enough
for fame and fortune that they would sell their souls to the devil himself just
for a taste. Who could be more famished than a struggling performer; or in this
case, a couple of performers?
So she’d had to drag herself
downtown, forced to sit for two hours in the dump that somebody had a nerve to
call a theater. No one in their right mind who cared about their career or
their bodies would even consider what she was about to propose, but the
information she had found on these two loved-up dreamers was enough to assure
her that her money would be welcomed, even if it took quite a bit of
persuading. And she was, after all, very good at persuading.
She placed her red purse on her
knee and folded her hands. “May I just begin by saying that you are both simply
marvelous dancers?” Her fake and flattering smile slid into place, and
satisfaction stirred inside her as the compliment sank in.
Nina blushed as Robert nodded.
“Why, thank you.” His broad
smile fluttered across his lips. “What can we do for you, miss?”
“I was wondering if you would
like to make some extra money.”
They glanced at each other.
“I was thinking along the lines
of ten thousand. How does that suit you?”
Excitement sparked in their
eyes. She could see the slight twitches running through their bodies at the
offer, and she imagined they either wanted to embrace each other in sheer
delight or fall at her feet and kiss her Prada shoes.
Nina beamed. “We would be very
interested.”
“Yes,” Robert agreed, although
hesitation quivered in his words. “But firstly, who are you?”
“My name is Gabriella D’Punz. I
am—”
“Gabriella D’Punz, the founder
of Ivory Tower Modeling Agency?” Nina dropped her arms to her side and took a
step forward.
Gabriella cleared her throat and
purged the surge of irritation that pulsed through her at the girl’s
interruption. “That is right, my dear.”
“We accept.”
She fought the slight urge to
smile at Nina’s conclusion. “You do not even know what I am proposing.”
Naturally, the girl would
presume they were being offered a contract for modeling; why else would a
modeling agent come to see them?
“But surely there is only one
reason you would want to see us—”
“I’m afraid you have mistaken
me, my dear.” Nina’s brow creased under her words. “Or should I say you jumped
to conclusions. I am Gabriella D’Punz, founder and agent of Ivory Tower, but I
have not come here to offer either of you a modeling contract.”
“But—”
“Although you are both
beautiful—I openly admit it—and you are at a reasonable modeling quality, well,
you are such wonderful dancers. That is where your hearts are, and I wouldn’t
dare drag you away from that passion.”
“Then what do you want?” Nina
asked, slumping down in the chair facing Gabriella.
“I want a child.” She paused as
their eyebrows dipped in uncertainty to where this conversation was heading.
“You see, my husband is growing old, and I am unable to have children….”
“I…I’m sorry to hear that, but
what has this got to do with us?” Robert asked.
“Well, I was wondering if you
could help me.”
Nina lifted her shoulders, her
eyes widened a fraction. “How exactly?”
Gabriella’s focus shifted to
Robert; a small smile curled her lips as realization blossomed over his face.
“Haven’t you heard of adoption?”
“Yes. But I want a surrogate
mother and in all honesty, I have had my eyes on you,”—she rested her gaze on
Nina—“my dear, for quite some time.”
Nina shifted in her seat. “What
do you mean?”
