Blog Tour, Excerpt & Giveaway:
The Sunny Side
By Lily Morton
The Model Agency, Book 1
Jonas Durand is successful, rich, and controlled. He owns a prestigious modelling agency and has the world at his fingertips, but a turbulent childhood has taught him to be focused and never deviate from a plan.
Dean Jacobs threatens that stance. He’s one of the world’s most sought-after supermodels, but he’s also laidback and lighthearted and free in a way that Jonas has never quite managed.
Dean has always been interested in Jonas and has never made any secret of his admiration, but from the beginning, Jonas put him in a neat little box labelled, “Don’t touch,” turned the key, and never looked back.
However, the universe seems determined to thwart Jonas’s plans. Over the course of one hot summer, the two men come together, and Jonas’s well-ordered life becomes something a whole lot wilder.
Moving from the glamorous worlds of London and Paris Fashion Weeks to the sleepy South of France, Jonas finds himself liberating partridges, chasing his supermodel, and falling in love.
From bestselling author, Lily Morton, comes a romantic comedy set in the fast-paced and snarky world of modelling. This is the first book in the Model Agency series.
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I hear my assistant Pip before I see him, which is a common occurrence. He’s small, but his voice is rather mighty.
We round the corner, and I find him with his back to us, talking loudly on the phone, one hand windmilling as he punctuates his sentences. He’s in perpetual motion as usual.
“Ooh, so he shagged her in the arse in the nightclub toilet. I hope she hadn’t taken too many laxatives again. We all know what happened last time. The cleaner had to burn his Hazmat suit.”
I roll my eyes. “Good morning,” I say loudly, and he jumps a foot in the air.
He spins around, clutching his phone to his chest.
“Jonas, you scared me,” he chides.
“Oh, I’m so sorry. Am I interrupting a work call?”
He eyes me suspiciously, obviously weighing up how much I heard. Then he nods, his eyes wide. “Yes. It’s important because they’re on California time, so I need to get it done.”
“Oh, of course. You must get back to finding out whether the laxatives worked or not.”
“Shit,” he mutters, and I fight the urge to laugh. It’s an everyday battle and has been since he came to me as a temporary PA when my old secretary retired.
He’d arrived dressed for clubbing—he obviously hadn’t changed after a night out—and his voice had been as loud as his clothes. He’s a very pretty young man with a head of wavy brown hair, sharp cheekbones, and very pale blue eyes.
I quickly discovered that he was scatty, inclined to nosiness, and could make gossiping an extreme sport. But for some reason, I decided to hire him permanently. Despite the fact he’s inappropriate at least forty times a day, and sometimes his voice hurts my head, I like him. He’s kind underneath the snark and keyed into everything around here. We’ve settled into a workable relationship where I snipe at him twelve hours a day, and occasionally he does some actual work.
Clicking End on the call, he grabs a pile of mail on his desk and hands it to me. “All yours,” he says cheerfully. His smile widens evilly as he takes in Dean leaning against the wall behind me, and I groan.
“Maggie made it up here first, didn’t she?”
He attempts a modest look. “Of course. I’m the first person who gossip comes to, and that is the correct order of life.”
“That’s not as impressive as you make it out to be.”
“And so I was the first to know that my boss had rolled into work this morning carrying a supermodel with him,” he continues, undaunted.
“I don’t think Jonas could pick me up, Pip,” Dean says earnestly. He offers me an apologetic look. “I’m not saying you’re weak, Jonas, but even though I’ve dropped fashion week weight, I’m all muscle.”
Pip gives a dreamy sigh. “You certainly are, Dean. So much muscle.”
“Okay, back to the real world,” I interject. “As you can see, Dean is free from prison shackles, which is good because if he’d been relying on you last night, he’d have had to malinger in the cells until you’d sorted out your sex life.”
If I’d expected Pip to be embarrassed, I’d be waiting a long time. He’s like Teflon in social situations. He gives a dirty chuckle and fans his face. “He’d have been in there for a while. Dennis was very energetic.”
“This is too much first thing in the morning,” I inform him.
Laughing, he turns to Dean. “How was your time in the pokey, Prisoner Cell Block H?”
Dean shrugs and settles on the red velvet chair in the corner of the room, pushing off the fabric samples and magazines that are lying there. Henry curls up next to him, ignoring the rest of us as if he’s had enough. I can’t say I blame him.
“It was quite peaceful, mate,” he drawls. “I had a nice sleep before Jonas picked me up.”
Pip shakes his head. “If you’d have been on the Titanic, you’d have had a siesta before you got on the lifeboat. Life just eases around you, doesn’t it?”
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Lily is a bestselling gay romance author. She writes love stories filled with heat and humour.
She lives in sunny England with her husband and two children, all of whom claim that they haven’t had a proper conversation with her since she got her Kindle.
Lily has spent her life with her head full of daydreams, and decided one day to just sit down and start writing about them. In the process she discovered that she actually loved writing, because how else would she get to spend her time with hot and funny men?
She loves chocolate and Baileys and the best of all creations – Chocolate Baileys.
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