I’ve always had a thing for high fashion. When I was a teen, I read tons of fashion magazines. I subscribed to Vogue for years. So any book set in the fashion world piques my interest. That’s why I’m thrilled to share with you today Alessandra Thomas’s new book PICTURE PERFECT! Check out the steamy excerpt Alessandra was so kind to share with us! *fans self*
Fashion design major Cat Mitchell has a closet full of gorgeous clothes – and not a single thing fits. After two years of runway modeling for easy cash, an accident shattered her lower leg bone and her self-esteem in just one swift fall. Ten months of no exercise, prescription steroids, comfort eating and yoga pants meant returning to campus as a size twelve instead of her former size two. When her gorgeous long-time friend with benefits sees her for the first time after her accident and snubs her in front of all her friends, Cat’s self-image hits rock bottom. Her sorority sisters all insist that she looks gorgeous, but all Cat sees is the roll of her stomach when she sits down, or the dimpling at the back of her thighs that wasn’t there last year. Cat’s therapist prescribes something radical to stop the downward spiral – nude modeling for a nearby college’s human form drawing classes. When Cat faces her fears and bares it all for the class, she realizes that she’s posing naked in front the most gorgeous, buffest guy she’s ever seen in her life. He asks her out after the class, and after one steamy night together, Cat’s absolutely smitten.
Nate’s pretty close to perfect – he takes Cat rock climbing when he discovers that it makes her feel strong and becomes a great chef after he learns that the perfect pesto sauce makes her swoon. Cat starts to feel like her old self again – confident and beautiful – as long as Nate’s around. Even when he discourages her from entering the Real Woman Project, a design competition for plus-sized apparel, she reasons that he’s just trying to prevent old body image wounds from splitting wide open again. But when Cat goes home with Nate for Thanksgiving, she discovers something shocking from his recent past that proves that he hasn’t always been so encouraging of women of all shapes and sizes. Cat has no idea what to think, but she does know one thing – this might destroy their relationship before it’s even had a chance to get off the ground.
Before Cat can figure out whether the real Nate is the sensitive, adoring guy she fell in love with, or an undercover asshole, she’ll have to finally feel comfortable in her own skin – even if it means leaving him forever.
Alessandra Thomas is a New Adult writer who swears she was in her twenties yesterday. Since she’s not, she spends her time looking back on her college years fondly, and writing sexy stories about guys and girls falling in love and really living life for the first time. When she’s not writing, you can find her with a spoonful of ice cream in one hand and the newest New Adult release in the other.
There was one bottle of combination hair and body wash in the shower, in a black and ice-blue bottle with an aggressive-looking font on it—guy stuff. I cursed myself for not bringing some of my own toiletries earlier. We’d only been together five weeks—and never talked about how “together” we were—but I stayed over all the time. I fumbled, wet and freezing in the cold air outside the shower, through the clutter under his sink, and somewhere between the toilet bowl cleaner and box of extra razor blades I found a couple of hotel bottles of shampoo and conditioner, and breathed a sigh of relief. At least he was wrong about that—my hair would not smell like boy.
I stepped in, and the water was a perfect scalding hot on my skin. I sighed, and rolled my neck to the front, closing in my eyes and breathing in the steam.
Then I felt a small burst of cool air, and my neck snapped up. The door was open just a crack, and Nate’s muffled voice floated into the bathroom, drowned out by the rushing water and blocked by steam.
I rolled my eyes and smiled, trying to ignore the pang in my heart and twist in my gut from what I thought he’d been telling me earlier. I thought I needed to get in the shower to get away from him. But as his unintelligible speech hit my ears, my heart calmed, and I felt better. Stronger.
“Come in here, crazy,” I said, laughing.
The door opened even further, and I hugged my chest. “Hurry up, though. You’re letting in all the cold air.”
“I just wanted to see if you found everything you needed,” Nate said as he stepped in, and even through the steam, the line of his shoulders was strong. Irresistible. And suddenly, all I wanted to do was grab him. All of him.
“Everything but one thing,” I said, grabbing the sliding glass door and peeking out.
He turned his head over his shoulder, and I’d be damned if those weren’t the sweetest puppy dog eyes I’d ever seen on anyone. “I’m sorry about…in there. I really didn’t mean for you to think…shit, Cat. I’m sorry.”
“No, it was me. I was being stupid.” I was. Nate had never done a single thing to make me think that he wouldn’t want me for not having sex with him. “It was my own stupid paranoia. You’re perfect.” He was.
Nate half-turned and leaned in to kiss me. Then he smiled, keeping his hands to himself. “Okay, well I’m going to continue to be perfect and finish making the breakfast I just started.
I darted my arm out of the shower and grabbed at the chest of his t-shirt. “Nuh-uh. Breakfast can wait. But I can’t.”
I’d known as soon as he’d walked in that this was not going to end without me dragging him into the shower too. I grinned as he leaned in for another kiss, but broke it just as quickly to pull the t-shirt up over his head. The bulge under his pajama pants was obvious, and quickly turning into a tent instead of a bump. He kissed me again, and my thumbs hooked into his pants, pulling him in and them down at the same time. In a second, he was in the shower, naked and muscled and all mine, standing at serious attention.
“What is so funny about this?” he murmured, pressing his hands into the small of my back and pulling me close to him. The sheer sensation of his hot, tight body pressing against mine and the steaming water flowing over us made me gasp into his mouth.
He moved his lips down my jaw and into the crook of my neck, his steaming breath sending shivers through my body. When he sucked on the tender skin at the base of my throat, my hands drifted down to his gorgeous ass, squeezing and pinching like I wanted to climb him. Because I did, desperately.
He pulled his mouth away from me, and I whimpered.
“This is very sexy, sweetheart, but are you sure this is okay? There aren’t any covers, and the light’s still on…”
“It’s more than okay. I know you want me no matter how I look.”
He kissed at my jaw, then pressed his lips to each of my cheeks, then each of my eyelids. Then his tongue licked into my mouth, slowly, languidly, running over every surface of my tongue and lips.
My hands slid over his back, and I dug my nails in as his hardness bobbed against the inside of my thigh. A burst of wanting warmth shot up between my legs. I had to have him. Now.