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Lucas Taggart is the best con man in the business, so to speak. 
A former-geek-turned-hottie, Luke is now an image consultant and life coach to the rich and privileged in New York City. His eight-week program is designed to transform ugly ducklings into swans by instilling some much-needed confidence, and hey, a makeover never hurts. 
But when Ainsley Carrington signs up as a client, Luke's world is thrown into a tailspin. Ainsley doesn't need an image consultant; her image is already perfect just the way it is. Luke immediately finds himself grappling with his attraction to the introverted beauty as all his old insecurities come bubbling back to the surface. 
The thing is, Luke doesn't date his clients. Ever. But fighting his desire for Ainsley is proving more difficult than he ever imagined. Especially since the cocky and arrogant "confidence man" has just completely lost his cool.
***CON MAN is a romantic comedy novel intended for ages 18+ due to some offensive language and graphic sex/sexual situations.***
READ WHEN YOU'RE IN THE MOOD FOR - cocky, funny, sexy, insightful, relatable



This is part 6 of the excerpt. Go to T. Torret's fan page to start from the beginning.

I was sure that the second misunderstanding of my day was about to take place. The girl I was looking at could hardly be considered an ugly duckling. She didn’t need an image consultant; her image was already perfectly fine just the way it was.

   Fresh. Natural. Beautiful.
   Totally. Fucking. Hot.

   She rose from her chair to shake my hand. “It’s nice to finally meet you, Lucas.”

   Her yellow sundress hugged a trim figure, subtle curves in all the right places. Her perfume assaulted me, and I inhaled the sweet citrus scent against my will.

   This was bad. This was very, very bad.

   “Nice to meet you, too, Miss Carrington. But please don’t call me Lucas.”

   Her face immediately flushed as her eyes found her shoes. “Oh, I’m sorry! Should I have called you Mr. Taggart? I didn’t mean to—”

   “No, of course not,” I offered, dipping my head to bring her eyes back to mine. What I saw there tipped me off to the reason she was here. As physically beautiful as she was, the poor girl was a nervous rabbit. I should have known better than to start out with a criticism, for godsakes. Why did I have to fluster her right off the bat? “I just meant that nobody calls me ‘Lucas.’ If we’re going to be on a first name basis, you can call me Luke.”

   She smiled politely as she removed her hand from my grasp. I hadn’t even realized I was still holding onto it. “I’d like that. Thank you.”

   The first sight of her smile made my heart stutter in my chest before I was able to collect myself and shake out of the schoolboy stupor.

   Jesus. There was no way I could take this job. How could I? My entire career was based on instilling confidence, and yet I felt mine had disappeared within two minutes of meeting this woman. She was… stunning. I didn’t think I’d be able to stop staring at her long enough to do my job properly.

   I was thinking of the most delicate way to foist her off on another consultant, someone who’d be able to maintain his professionalism for god sakes when I found myself offering, 
“Why don’t we have a seat? I’ll order us a couple drinks and we can get down to it.”

   Ainsley smoothed her skirt behind her knees and sat down, saying, “I was so nervous about meeting with you today. Thank you so much for agreeing to see me.” I watched her tuck a stray lock of that blonde hair behind her ear, her fingers shaking as she stared down at her place setting. I didn’t know what had happened to turn this beautiful girl into such an insecure wallflower, but I did know that I was intrigued. There was some serious untapped potential sitting across that table.


T. Torrest is a fiction writer from the U.S. She has written many books but prays that only a handful of them will ever see the light of day. Her stories are geared toward readers of any age that know how to enjoy a good laugh and a dreamy romance. 

Ms. Torrest was a child of the 80s but has since traded in her Rubik's cube for a laptop and her Catholic school uniform for a comfy pair of yoga pants. She's a pop-culture junkie, a movie aficionado, and an enthusiast of talking about herself in the third person. A lifelong Jersey girl, she currently resides there with her husband and two sons.

She also really digs it when she hears from readers and is known to use words like "dig" in a non-sarcastic way. You can find out more about her books at her website: www.ttorrest.com


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