The Cover Guy Review Novels & Stories

I immediately perked up at this news. Casper was the editor-in-chief of Bus Daily, a magazine that was like our bible in the business world. It shared everything a business person needed. From share values to stock market predictions, they wrote it all. If I was being honest with myself, that was partly the reason I became friends with Casper and I suspected he knew. "Which competitor?" I asked, trying to keep the excitement out of my voice. "Uh-huh." He shook his head. "I'm not telling you until you have that drink with me."

I went to the front and with my eyes glued to the floor, I cleared my throat. "My partner's name is Leonardo and I learned that people aren't really what they seem. They might appear sweet from the outside but in reality, they be the most despicable people ever. Thank you." I bowed before walking to my seat. Usually people would clap but they didn't clap for my review probably because people hate hearing the truth. "Um," Mr Joe cleared his throat but the bell went off. "I guess that's it for today, Riona can you stay back for a little while?" He announced.

If I pulled down my pants to prove it, she might just twist things around on me. "Oh my god, what is that? It's covered in blood!" A scream came from behind me. I looked down. The pad had slipped down my pants and fallen to the floor. I was a grown man. I had never used one before and did not know how to put it on properly. I felt like it wasn’t secure while I was in the car, but I never thought it would actually fall off. Now there was no way I could clear my name. Sure enough, Dr. Stevens looked smug. "I've never seen a man use a pad. That's quite a lot of bleeding. Looks like you're dead set on not keeping this baby."

I pick up my book and look at the cover, holding it open so I don’t lose my page. The man on the cover is wearing a long blue military jacket with red trim and yellow trousers. The woman has on an elaborate gown and is leaning her head against his bare chest, her own gown falling down around her lower arms, her breasts spilling out the top like a melon cart that’s been tipped on its side.

“I was good with doing the four dates. I thought it was going to be fine, and it would die down, until you put me on the book cover. How the fuck did you get it done so fast? How? I asked a friend of mine in publishing, and they told me covers take months and months to approve.” “It a special favor my editor called in with her boss. Her boss loved the new cover so much they halted production and went with it. Come on, Cruz. The cover is smoking hot. It’s sexy even. You should be proud to be on the cover of a Perris Brooks novel. My last five books all hit the top five in contemporary romance and sci-fi romance.” “Proud? Did you see the life-sized cutouts? How did you get them all printed so

Her eyes scanned his broad shoulders, as well as his well built lean physique. Okay, I get it. This boy has been working out. Tousled black hair, slightly tanned skin, and about six feet tall. She may not have gotten the full glimpse of this guy's face. But his badass aura demands respect as if everyone needs to bow down before his presence. GAN... she whispered as she read what was written on the back of his university jacket. And who might you be?

His other hand rests on the small of my back, guiding me forward through the crush of microphones and bodies. “Keep your head up,” he murmurs. Only for me. So I do. Somewhere in the melee, a photographer catches the angle just right. Marcus Blackwood, co-owner of Platinum, former undercover FBI agent, now escorting the questionable journalist with fingers laced tight, like nothing else matters. The photo will run in three major outlets before nightfall. It should humiliate me further. Instead, it feels like armor. Back at the Tribune, Sullivan waits in his office with two cups of coffee and the expression of a man who hasn’t slept. His tie is crooked, his shirt wrinkled. He looks less like m

Don Antonio Moretti. THE END. Hi lovelies, first I would like to thank you all for giving Undercover a chance. This is my first time really writing a mafia style story. So please comment and leave reviews. I would really love to continue writing for this genre. So anything you liked or hated, please let me know so I can continue to grow. Thank you for the continued support. It really means so much to me. I love what I do and I love you all. Much love Becca Lou xx

Now get out of my sight and do the job you are paid to do. I looked at Leon, who was already searching for the local sheriff's radio chatter. "Shit, they hit a house right on the outskirts of town, Benny, your with me, let's go check it out." I watched as the rogues and the rippers left the clearing. The Alpha looked behind him and I snapped a screenshot of his face, as another man joined him. The new man was a little shorter and not as well built as the Alpha. He tossed some clothes at the naked man, "cover yourself for fucks sake, you pretend that you are civilized, but you are nothing but fucking animals."

Skyline was a gem and grandfather Colin Hunt could not have been more proud of his accomplishments. Mr. Colin Hunt was not one to be seen with women, except maybe his secretary but in public, that was on rare occasions. His total lack of interest in women caused a few people to raise the suspicious that he could be gay but that was far from the truth, Colin was just indifferent towards them and although the rumors had gotten to his ears, he could only care less. But the rumours died down any way because no body knew so much about Mr. Colin Hunt, his life was basically a secret even though he was such a huge business tycoon.