For Sienna, love and art are perilous games. Is she ready to take that gamble?
Sienna is a beautiful, talented artist poised on the precipice of soaring into the glamorous, yet cutthroat Manhattan art scene.
Dave Hightower is a hooked-up, handsome heir to the hippest gallery in NYC, Gallery Hightower.
Erik is the live drawing model with his sizzling green eyes fixed only on Sienna.
Three’s a crowd, so Sienna must make a choice: date Dave and ride the fast track to landing a show at Gallery Hightower and hobnobbing with the art glitterati, or follow her heart and take a chance with Erik, the stunning male model who’s stealing her heart. But Erik has some worrisome secrets, and who in their right mind would make live modeling their career?
Dare Sienna throw away her chances of hitting it big to follow her heart?
Sienna is a beautiful, talented artist poised on the precipice of soaring into the glamorous, yet cutthroat Manhattan art scene.
Dave Hightower is a hooked-up, handsome heir to the hippest gallery in NYC, Gallery Hightower.
Erik is the live drawing model with his sizzling green eyes fixed only on Sienna.
Three’s a crowd, so Sienna must make a choice: date Dave and ride the fast track to landing a show at Gallery Hightower and hobnobbing with the art glitterati, or follow her heart and take a chance with Erik, the stunning male model who’s stealing her heart. But Erik has some worrisome secrets, and who in their right mind would make live modeling their career?
Dare Sienna throw away her chances of hitting it big to follow her heart?
Sienna is an art student in
Manhattan. Dave, a fellow student, has awesome connections through his aunt for
a high end gallery. Dave uses his connections to get Sienna to go on a date
with him. Enter Erik, their newest model and he is hot in his little Tarzan
thong and smoky green eyes.
This book is a super quick read
about what Sienna trying to figure out the right path to take. Should she go
after Erik even though he is the messy choice and might lead her down the path
her disorganized three time divorced mother has gone? Or should she stick with
Dave for his connections even though his personality is off putting?
I think at parts Sienna was a bit
hard to relate to as she couldn't commit because she was afraid of disorder but
with a simple statement to one person she had no problem anymore. Although I
read this book in only an hour and couldn't put it down so over all it was a
good read.
Erik, Erik,
Erik.
This is what
runs through my head as Dave and I walk to Studio Hightower.
I can’t get
those toned thighs, those ripped chest muscles, that lanky body out of my mind.
And Erik said he was a painter! I can’t help wondering what his paintings look
like. I find myself imagining what it would be like to pose for him. To feel
his gaze studying my every curve. He paints women. I’m a woman. It would rock
to be someone else’s muse.
Stop it,
Sienna, I scold soundlessly. You’re
with Dave freaking Hightower. This is the chance of a lifetime, so quit
thinking about the model, even if he is a handsome devil.
But I’m still
feeling those smoky eyes delving down right into my soul. I still smell his
lime cologne and feel his warm, encouraging words in my ear. I give myself a
stern, silent lecture: a model is a model is a model. Even if the guy paints on
the side, he’s not one of my peers in grad school. He hasn’t trained
professionally. I need to stop this silly daydreaming and convince myself that
Dave’s right. I can’t afford to hang out with people who won’t push me forward
in my career. It’s way too scary out there. I need to move up the ranks fast,
or I won’t make it in New York. Plus, Erik probably has every art-school tart
flashing her perky boobs in his face with his sexy pick-up lines. I would only
be one of many.
Besides, I tell my rebellious brain, I can be Dave’s
muse. Somehow, this thought isn’t nearly as appealing. I glance over at
Dave and smile. He returns it. It is nice to walk with Dave. He feels
solid next to me. I glance at our reflection in the shop windows as we go and
decide that we look good together, his dark presence and firm step to my blond
lyricism and floaty gait. People turn to stare, which makes me blush with
pleasure, even if it feels premature. Insincere. Relationships, they’re so
confusing. My mother certainly messed up a number of hers, so what’s to say
I’ll do any better?
But when we get
there and zip up to the fifteenth floor, my thoughts dart straight to my own
work and career.
I’m not
confused about that!
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She also writes young adult fiction as Catherine Stine.
Her YA futuristic thriller, Fireseed One
won finalist spots in both YA and Science Fiction in the 2013 USA Book News
International Book Awards, and was an Indie Reader Approved notable book. Her
YA Refugees, earned a New York Public
Library Best Book. Ruby’s Fire, the
new companion novel to Fireseed One,
is receiving high praise from reviewers. She’s a member of RWA, SCBWI and SFWA.
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