The Makeup Test
Vanessa M. Knight
Publication date: April 4th 2017
Genres: Contemporary, New Adult, Romance
Parker Breckinridge is a sophomore in college and already running her own internet cosmetics business. She doesn’t apologize for her successes—or anything else. She’s worked hard to get what where she is. She’s had to. It’s not like there was anything else in her life, despite her rich family.
Cade Adler doesn’t do relationships—especially relationships with uptight princesses. Been there. Done that. Destroyed the T-shirt. Besides, what with working full-time as a police officer and going to school, who has time for women? Not him.
With his tattoos and overall attitude, Cade is exactly what Parker doesn’t need. And between her father’s money and her piss-poor attitude, Parker is exactly what Cade doesn’t need.
So why is it they can’t stay apart?
Meth? She tried to lift off the floor and get a better view of the whole good cop/bad cop thing. “It’s not meth.”
She spoke to no one in particular. Not that it mattered. They didn’t seem to be listening to her. Meth? No wonder faker-fuzz was having a coronary. He thought she was Breaking Bad. Anyone with half a brain would know she wasn’t cooking meth. Of course, Barney Fife over there wasn’t exactly known for brain power. Just ask the kid he’d busted for drug paraphernalia last month. That kid would never see his maple leaf sweatshirt again.
The officer smiled as the dorm-trooper rambled. His smile was beautiful. The officer, not Fife. Bright white teeth, pink lips—he was very nice to look at. Disheveled short brown hair. Apparently, no one told him the Edward Cullen look was out of style. Then again, he looked really damn good.
Too bad he was an idiot. Parker wasn’t positive, but it seemed like the cop was buying Officer Fife’s bullshit. Which meant he wasn’t going to listen to her either. Great.
“Well— Harry, right?” The officer hooked a pen on his notepad. “Why don’t you have a seat?”
“Are you gonna talk to the perp?”
The actual-cop smiled that dazzling smile. “Have a seat, sir.” He walked across the room and sat on Savannah’s bed. “May I?”
She nodded. Not thinking whose bed that actually was. Not thinking about anything. Of course, as his butt met the comforter, she remembered why she should have said no.
Savannah was going to freak out. She didn’t like people she knew on her bed—let alone some random person defiling the place where she laid her head.
“Yes.” Parker just stared. She couldn’t very well tell him to get up now. Not that any of this even mattered. She was handcuffed and the leading actress in a meth scandal on campus.
“I’m Officer Adler. Do you know why we’re here?”
“Because some people don’t know when to hang it up and retire?” Yeah, yeah, she was being a bitch. But her arms hurt and the rent-a-cop was a moron. Sue me.
Vanessa M. Knight has always enjoyed writing and once she found romance, she was addicted. She props her laptop in the suburbs of Chicago with her husband, son and menagerie of 4-pawed, claw-babies (AKA cats and dogs.) That laptop has partnered-in-crime to write contemporary romances with a dash of humor and splash of snark.
When she has a few moments to spare, you can find her singing off key (but she assures us it’s still considered singing), reading, kickboxing or killing a few brain cells as she stares at the many sitcoms and dramas available through the Internet and TV.
For more information on Vanessa, including her Internet haunts, contest updates, and details on her upcoming novels, please visit her website at www.vanessamknight.com.