The Makeup Test by Vanessa M. Knight
Published: April 4, 2017
Genres: Contemporary, New Adult, Romance
Parker Breckinridge is a sophomore in college and already running her own internet cosmetics business. She doesn’t apologize for her successes—or anything else. She’s worked hard to get what where she is. She’s had to. It’s not like there was anything else in her life, despite her rich family.
Cade Adler doesn’t do relationships—especially relationships with uptight princesses. Been there. Done that. Destroyed the T-shirt. Besides, what with working full-time as a police officer and going to school, who has time for women? Not him.
With his tattoos and overall attitude, Cade is exactly what Parker doesn’t need. And between her father’s money and her piss-poor attitude, Parker is exactly what Cade doesn’t need.
So why is it they can’t stay apart?
Excerpt
Parker’s hands flew up in the air, over her head. There. Was. A Gun. Pointed. At. Her. She didn’t move. She was pretty sure she wasn’t breathing. Every fiber in her body stopped as she watched the barrel wobble in her face. Back and forth. The barrel rising and dipping.
“Weh-wah.” The old man’s lips moved but Parker wasn’t sure what he said. She couldn’t hear anything over the fear rushing past her ears and thumping in her chest. All he had to do was sneeze and she’d be a statistic.
“Get down.” He waved the gun, his face turning a deep shade of red.
Or maybe he was going to have a heart attack. Did muscles spasm when a person had a heart attack? Another way for her to end up a casualty.
“Down!”
“Okay. Okay.” She kneeled down on the floor, dropping to her hands and finally lying face-down eating carpet—not exactly something she was familiar with. Thank goodness her roommate was dirt-adverse. Parker rolled her head to the side on the pristine floor.
His hands wrapped around her arms and pulled. His knee pressed into her back. Her chest molded to the ground. Her shoulders popped. “Ow.” Cold metal slid against her wrists and pinched along her skin. The campus cop got up, but now her arms were stuck behind her.
She tried to wiggle free—to stand up—and her arms couldn’t help her. She was flopping around like a mermaid out of water. How pathetic. And she didn’t do pathetic.
Did this guy even know who her father was?
Dammit. She stopped floundering long enough to hear the dorm-trooper on the phone. It wasn’t eavesdropping, since the guy was in her room—uninvited. And he’d left her in a very compromising position.
“… I did. I did. I got her. Yes, Mrs. Yeardley…”
Mrs. Yeardley? The Dean of Student Activities? Why was the campus cop calling her? And why did the dean want Parker?
About Vanessa
Vanessa M. Knight has always enjoyed writing and once she found romance, she was addicted. She props her laptop in the suburbs of Chicago with her husband, son and menagerie of 4-pawed, claw-babies (AKA cats and dogs.) That laptop has partnered-in-crime to write contemporary romances with a dash of humor and splash of snark.
When she has a few moments to spare, you can find her singing off key (but she assures us it’s still considered singing), reading, kickboxing or killing a few brain cells as she stares at the many sitcoms and dramas available through the Internet and TV.
For more information on Vanessa, including her Internet haunts, contest updates, and details on her upcoming novels, please visit her website at www.vanessamknight.com.
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