Atlanta image consultant Victoria Sharpe is about to give a makeover to the man who broke her heart in college, and a do-over to a love that always should have been.
Looking at her potential client, Atlanta image consultant Victoria Sharpe is convinced the job will be a cross between What Not to Wear and Man vs. Wild. Sheâd love to turn down the offer, but refusing itânot to mention the referrals it could generateâjust might break the bank. Yet, agreeing to make over this manâs image might also break her heart. Again.</ span>
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She pulled on her robe, grabbed her phone in case she needed to call 911 and padded barefoot toward the front door, wishing she had insisted Nick install a peephole so she could see the late-night visitor. She moved to the window and nudged the curtain aside in the hope she could see a car parked below and determine her visitorâs identity.
Only one person in her circle of friends drove a black SUV, but what was he doing here? He was supposed to be in Colorado making his dream come true.
The knocking intensified. âVictoria, open the door,â Max yelled.
She opened the door a few inches and glared at the subject of her dream. Dark stubble covered the lower half of his face and his clothes looked as if heâd slept in them. It had taken him only two days to undo weeks of image coaching. Yet she had to admit he wore grungy well. Way too damned well for her erratic hormones.
âYouâre usually not asleep so early on a Saturday night.â He propped one hand against the door frame.
Iâm usually not pregnant and bone tired.
Victoria crossed her arms in a defensive pose, the pressure aggravating her already tender breasts. âYouâre not supposed to be here. Did you forget the way to Colorado and lose your razor in the process?â
âCan I at least come inside to have this discussion?â
She swung the door open wide and waved him in. He strode to the sofa and sank onto it. His gaze swept her from head to toe. âNice outfit,â he said with a cheeky grin. âI didnât know you had a thing for Superman.â
Victoria pulled her robe around her and tied the sash tightly around the loose lounge pants and oversized red and blue t-shirt.
âEvery woman has a thing for a man who stands up for truth and justice and comes to her rescue.â
He nodded thoughtfully. âI guess thatâs why you donât have a shirt with my picture on it.â
In 2001, Marilyn discovered Romance novels quite by accident, which led to a renewed interest in writing. She started out by writing fanfiction about Clark Kent, Lois Lane and Superman, which developed into a desire to write about her own characters. Sheâs had over forty short stories published in the confessions and Romance magazines.</ o:p>
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