Tasha, The Glam Ones Book #1, by L.R. Starr
ASIN: B09KV534YZ (Kindle edition)
Release Date: November 13, 2021
Genre: Fiction | Romance | Romantic Suspense
It’s a dangerous business being this rich, this hot, this badass, but someone’s gotta tow the line. The Glam Ones, when they play, they play. When they’re bad, they’re murderously bad.
Meet Tasha. The one with the confident swagger in her stride and a tiger tattoo resting on her back. She’s the bold and sassy fashion designer born from well-to-do parents, yearning to pave her own way in the fashion streets of Ferdale.
She’s part of a tight-knit crew of thirteen, but now they’re down to twelve. Rory’s dead. Someone in the group knows about the death of one of her best friends. They ain’t talking and the police haven’t found the killer.
She’s a got a show that’s gonna blow the world away, but first, she’s gotta fight for her place and there’s a man who wants to help her get there. With all the entanglements, it won’t be easy to get to her cloaked heart.
Amidst competition, backlash, deception, and a killer on the loose, can she rise? Will the Japanese investment banker Mitsuo win her heart in time?
Read on and come along for the ride to find out who Rory’s killer is… be aware this is a cliffhanger series. Just a little bit.
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Read an excerpt:
Striding with purpose through the ebb and flow of downtown traffic amongst the mid-morning workers, I observed the drab Ferdale crowd. Not so much color, a duller sea of charcoal black, solemn greys, flashes of white only now and then. A bloom of vibrancy glimpsed in my peripheral, somehow finding its way through the corporate dress code of soullessness.
My mind roamed elsewhere, however, my cheeks flaming from my lunchtime Sake intake. My gaze fixed straight ahead, prevented me from seeing the beautiful ebony woman, breaking the mold in her parade of rebellious fashion intermingled with the dull uniform of Ferdale.
Our untimely collision caused folders and books to flop from her hands. I tried to save them before descending to the asphalt but was unsuccessful.
I bent down to her as people adjusted to the fallout, maneuvering around us. My forehead creased with interest as I saw what I was helping her collect were sketched fashion designs. Stunning and intricate patterns on A4 pages requiring my immediate attention.
Inhaling her sweetness of coconut and peaches, reminded me of a secluded beach somewhere, which would have been significantly better than the high-rise office cage I stared out of every day.
How is it possible to have such a sweet fragrance diffusing from your pores? My eyes pondered. As I lifted my head, I stared into a set of tigerish brown eyes, evoking a chemical reaction of lust screaming through the length of my body. Her rich, brown skin was sleek, her hair bold as the large fro crowning her head.
My response to all this magic in front of me was a stunted smile. I didn’t realize I would be on the receiving end of such beauty.
“Hi. I’m sorry.” I spurted out the sentence in a knee-jerk way. I lowered my head in a perfunctory bow. Her response was a funny squinty one as she shuffled her designs back into a piled order. Picking one up for a closer look, I rose with her. It made my day. “Tasha McCrae Designs,” I said aloud. The design of a sketched lady in a structured cut blazer and tailored pants opened my eyes wide in surprise. “This is a serendipitous meeting if ever there was one.” She had no idea what I was talking about at this stage, but I knew.
Hastily, she snatched her designs from my hands while I continued my drawn-out assessment of her. She placed a hand on her hip, her tight lips sparking my mouth to water with lusty desire.
“Why is that? Do I know you or something?”
Chuckling nervously, I extended my hand, thinking it was the best thing to do as she patted the side of her afro. I didn’t have one word to describe her, as I was busy studying her cute button nose. There was beauty in her palpable strength that all fused together as a vibrant symphony.
I had the sudden urge to tie her up in Japanese knots. Kinbaku is what we called it, gentle holds, and an exquisite art that had long stopped being practiced. Or perhaps it still was performed behind closed doors. I wanted to put her in positions of…
Excerpt from Tasha: The Glam Ones by L.R. Starr.
Copyright © 2021 by L.R. Starr. Reproduced with permission. All rights reserved.
Meet the Author
L.R. Starr is a lover of mysteries, witty dialogue, suspense, romance, and fantasy. If you like to travel through your books strap in for the ride, she’ll take you across the country.
When she’s not writing she’s usually exploring, and coming up with yet another devious plot or pursuing her other love which is painting and drawing. Enjoy the bedlam friends!