Page 2 of Confessions of a Smutty Romance Author

Kell smirked. “Better than that topknot.”

“Hey.” I pointed at her. “No knocking the topknot. It’s a vital part of my uniform.”

“You work from home.”

“Exactly.” I grinned. “My boss is such a hard-ass.”

She shook her head at me, laughing. “Good luck today. The girls and I are going to watch it on my phone. It’s the first time one of us has styled someone for TV.”

“You did amazing,” I said, giving her a hug. I was still wearing my dress from the night before, so I hurried home, changed, and started the drive to the television studio on the outskirts of LA. It was about a forty-five-minute drive, which gave me plenty of time to go over the talking points in my head.

My publicist, Charlotte Cado, had written them for me in case I got nervous. At this point, they were just as ingrained as how to give a good hand job.

Swipe Rightis a sexy romance showing the good, bad, and ugly of online dating in your thirties.

Swiping right makes it seem so easy! But that’s when the real work begins.

Have you ever texted with a man? It makes you wonder about the last time they took a spelling class!

When you find the one, you always have to be careful! If it’s too good to be true, it probably smells like catfish in real life!

My GPS guided me toward the studio entrance, blockaded by a red and white security gate. Once I told the guard who I was, he lifted the gate, telling me where to park.

As I followed his directions to the back parking lot, I couldn’t help but think the outside of the building wasn’t glamorous at all—dirty and smelly, just like any other part of LA.

But there were three shining spots there in that parking lot. Birdie, my agent, Jenny Nash, and my publicist, Charlotte Cado.

Birdie was already out of her car, leaning on the tailgate, looking fabulously tan and blissfully happy. Jenny stood next to her in a sleek black suit that was all business. They couldn’t have been more opposite. Charlotte, on the other hand, was still in her Range Rover, the windows so tinted no one could even hope to see inside...

(Mental note: Get window tinting for pickup. Immediately.)

As soon as I got out of the pickup, Birdie rushed me, giving me a big hug. Jenny followed her, saying hello, and Charlotte got out of her vehicle, placing expensive sunglasses atop her head.

Charlotte looked absolutely horrified. “What are youwearing?”

I glanced down at my green dress. What was she talking about? This thing had been tailored to the hilt to keep the girls in, not to mention it would have cost an entire month’s rent at my first apartment in LA. “Do I have a spot somewhere?”

“It’s green!” she cried. “Didn’t I send you a dressing guide?”

“You said jewel tones,” I replied. “Last I knew, emerald is a jewel.”

She covered her face with her hands. “You’re going to be in front of a green screen. You’ll just disappear!”

Shit.“My first debut on television cannot be as a floating head!” I cried. “I don’t have time to go back home!”

Charlotte paced back and forth, somehow staying steady on the asphalt in her little kitten heels. “We don’t have time to change.” Then she stopped, looking between Birdie and me. “Are you the same size?”

“I’m a twenty-two,” I said. “That’s four sizes bigger than her.”

Birdie glanced down at her bright yellow dress. It looked like an oversized Hawaiian shirt, which was adorable on her, but for me?

“You have to,” Charlotte said. “I’d give you the clothes off my back but...”

“They won’t fit,” I finished, clenching my teeth. “Let us in your car.”

Charlotte popped the trunk, and Birdie and I climbed in the pristine back. As soon as it closed behind us, I muttered, “Not my favorite reason to get undressed in the back seat.”

Birdie giggled. “Thishasto go in a book.”

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