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Meeting Mr. Steele — Melanie Marchande
Landon Steele is the perfect man.
He's arrogant, he's brash, he's domineering - and he's oh so sexy. He knows exactly what you want. What you need. There just one problem: he's not real.
His readers don't know that. Or, to be more specific, *my* readers don't know that. Yeah, yeah yeah. My name's Kimberly Tuggey, and I'm a big fat fraud.
Let me explain. Contrary to what you'd expect, I sold absolutely no romance novels writing as a woman. But when I started pretending I was a hot, rich, dominant alpha male, suddenly the accolades came pouring in. And the money. And the fans. But now, the media opportunities are coming too. I can't keep passing them up forever; they'll be amazing for building my brand. But I don't think any of the TV audience at home is going to believe that a plump, mousy-haired introvert who looks like a suburban housewife is really Landon Steele.
So naturally, I hire a struggling actor to play the part. He's a little rough around the edges, but he's got the abs, the tattoos, and that V-shaped muscle pointing right under his waistband. You know, the one that makes girls stupid.
Except me, right? I'm way too smart for that. There's no way I'd get involved with the fake Landon Steele. Not that he'd be interested, anyway.
Unless, of course, I'm wrong...
He's arrogant, he's brash, he's domineering - and he's oh so sexy. He knows exactly what you want. What you need. There just one problem: he's not real.
His readers don't know that. Or, to be more specific, *my* readers don't know that. Yeah, yeah yeah. My name's Kimberly Tuggey, and I'm a big fat fraud.
Let me explain. Contrary to what you'd expect, I sold absolutely no romance novels writing as a woman. But when I started pretending I was a hot, rich, dominant alpha male, suddenly the accolades came pouring in. And the money. And the fans. But now, the media opportunities are coming too. I can't keep passing them up forever; they'll be amazing for building my brand. But I don't think any of the TV audience at home is going to believe that a plump, mousy-haired introvert who looks like a suburban housewife is really Landon Steele.
So naturally, I hire a struggling actor to play the part. He's a little rough around the edges, but he's got the abs, the tattoos, and that V-shaped muscle pointing right under his waistband. You know, the one that makes girls stupid.
Except me, right? I'm way too smart for that. There's no way I'd get involved with the fake Landon Steele. Not that he'd be interested, anyway.
Unless, of course, I'm wrong...
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