In those words I got what I didn’t have in real life-a dad. The first things I ever fell in love with were the words my mother and grandmother told me about my dad. How they can impact us even when an event didn’t exactly occur in our own lives. How they mark people who don’t even know us. And I wonder, as our eyes meet, if the next story I have to tell in my life is the one of her firing me.
So it’s with dread and an impending sense of loss that I sit here and wait for Helen to finally lower that folder and look at me. I have never wanted to be anything else other than what I am now, at this moment, as my fate rests in her hands. I have rent, I’m still paying off my college loan, and I have a mother I love with a health condition and no insurance. Even: I will work for free until we can find our feet.
I sit silently, a thousand things leaping to my tongue: I can do better I can do more let me do more, two articles a week rather than one. Without even looking up from the folder in her hand, Helen signals to the chair across hers. Three steps inside the cluttered room stacked with old magazines, ours and our competitors’, and my breakfast-coffee with two sugars, and strawberry jam on whole-wheat toast-turns into a stone inside my stomach. Edge, the magazine I have written for and loved since I graduated from college, is hanging by a thread. It isn’t really my boss’s job to fire me. I walked into Helen’s office this morning certain she was going to fire me. What happens when the man they call Saint, makes you want to sin? Excerpt Bit by bit, I start to wonder if I’m the one discovering him.or if he’s uncovering me. And that’s where I come in.Īssigned to investigate Saint and reveal his elusive personality, I’m determined to make him the story that will change my career.īut I never imagined he would change my life.
Since he hit the scene, his secrets have been his and his alone to keep. His entire life he’s been surrounded by the press as they dig for tidbits to see if his fairytale life is for real or all mirrors and social media lies. The hottest entrepreneur Chicago has ever known, he’s a man’s man with too much money to spend and too many women vying for his attention. There’s nothing holy about the man except the hell his parties raise. Don’t be fooled by that last name though. This is the story I’ve been waiting for all my life, and its name is Malcolm Kyle Preston Logan Saint. Is it possible to expose Chicago’s hottest player-without getting played?
Book 1 in the sexy Manwhore series from the New York Times bestselling author of REAL.
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