Desert Rain
Chapter One
"Come on, Shannon, smile like I'm your lover. You do know what a lover is, don't you, sweetie?"
Holly Shannon North bit back what she wanted to say and smiled as she had been trained to do.
Jerry was the hottest fashion photographer outside of Paris, but he had a mouth like a razor blade. Since Holly had refused to sleep with him, he had become nearly impossible to work with.
The flash that burst in Holly's face was reflected in flexible metal shields held by sweating technicians.
"Better, but not good enough," Jerry said. "I know you're ice from the neck down, but let's keep it our secret, lovey."
Holly lowered her eyelids until her unusual sherry-colored eyes were only glints beneath thick black lashes. Long hair fell like black water over her bare shoulders and upper arms. Her smile widened without becoming a bit softer.
Jerry grunted.
Motionless, Holly waited. Perspiration made fine tendrils of hair curl over the high temples and slanted cheekbones that had transformed a young girl called Holly North into Shannon, an internationally famous model.
"Now give me a pout," Jerry ord ... read full excerpt from: Desert Rain ebook
