Title:
Sexiest Man Alive
Author: M
Clarke
Blurb:
Nathan Cross is a
struggling actor waiting tables at a local restaurant to make ends meet while
he attends endless auditions. Though his hopeful career moves at a slow pace,
Olivia is the strength and sunshine in his life… until she leaves him. One day,
he is offered a contract with a modeling agent, leading him to work for Knight
Fashion Magazine—a dream job he never imagined would become a reality.
Olivia swore she
would always put her career first and that’s precisely what she did when she
left Nathan. Having a deadbeat dad and watching her mom work two jobs to make
ends meet have been her driving force. When she is offered a modeling career,
she drops everything—even the love of her life—and moves to New York.
Though Nathan and
Olivia try to steer clear of one another, working for the same fashion magazine
causes their paths to cross again and old emotions are awakened. Can Nathan
forgive Olivia or will he take the next step with the woman he is currently
dating? Will Olivia do everything she can to break them apart? Or will she
choose her career over her heart… again?
Author Bio:
International Bestselling, Award-Winning Author Mary Ting/M. Clarke resides in Southern California with her husband and two children. She enjoys oil painting and making jewelry. Writing her first novel, Crossroads Saga, happened by chance. It was a way to grieve the death of her beloved grandmother, and inspired by a dream she once had as a young girl. When she started reading new adult novels, she fell in love with the genre. It was the reason she had to write one-Something Great. Why the pen name, M Clarke? She tours with Magic Johnson Foundation to promote literacy and her children's chapter book-No Bullies Allowed.
International Bestselling, Award-Winning Author Mary Ting/M. Clarke resides in Southern California with her husband and two children. She enjoys oil painting and making jewelry. Writing her first novel, Crossroads Saga, happened by chance. It was a way to grieve the death of her beloved grandmother, and inspired by a dream she once had as a young girl. When she started reading new adult novels, she fell in love with the genre. It was the reason she had to write one-Something Great. Why the pen name, M Clarke? She tours with Magic Johnson Foundation to promote literacy and her children's chapter book-No Bullies Allowed.
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Excerpt:
He shoved his
hands inside his jeans. “Since I’m here, and your mom promised me a pie, I
should get to work.”
I ran my
fingers through my hair, moving it away from my face. “You don’t have to stay,
Nate. I mean, I appreciate you wanting to help my mom.”
He ignored
me. “Let’s start with the box you’re holding.” He came toward me.
If I had handed
it to him, everything would have been just fine. Instead, I backed away,
tripped over a box full of books, and stumbled backward on top of my bed. The
box in my hand went flying onto the floor.
Being a
gentleman, Nate reached down to help me clean up the mess. Instead of putting
things back into the box, he sifted through them.
“You still
have these?” he asked, holding up a photo of us at a Valentine’s dinner. After
he placed it down, he picked up a smaller box and opened it. It held the
crystal bracelet he had given to me the last Christmas we spent together. It
had been a while since I’d worn it. I’d thought about wearing it again, but not
in front of him just yet.
I got off the
bed reluctantly, wishing I could hide under the covers instead. Scattered about
the carpet were more photos of us and some cards he had given me for my
birthday, Christmas, and Valentine’s Day. Nate always got me a card. He was
sentimental that way.
He slowly
peered upward at me with an expression I didn’t understand. Was he mad? Then,
with a hint of a smile, he quickly placed everything inside the box, closed the
lid, and handed it to me. After I took it from his hand, he stood up, facing
me.
“I never
threw anything you gave me away,” I said, looking down at the box. In the silence
that followed, I wondered what he thought.
He heaved a
long sigh. “You kept everything but me.” His words came out soft but harsh, and
they were loud as thunder in my mind.
Hurt swam in
his eyes. What do I say after that? He was so right. Before I had the
chance to speak, he turned and walked out of my room, shattering my heart into
pieces. I wanted to cry. I was reliving that night again, the very night I
wanted to redo.
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