Risky Business

Risky Business

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by Suzanne Macpherson
     
 

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Tom Riley sells insurance policies while privately daydreaming about being a private detective. With fantasies much livelier than his real life, into his life walks Marla Meyers, a six–foot tall semi–supermodel. Accident–prone Marla has been ordered to get insurance for her face after she tripped into a dress dummy and got a black eye. Before she

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Tom Riley sells insurance policies while privately daydreaming about being a private detective. With fantasies much livelier than his real life, into his life walks Marla Meyers, a six–foot tall semi–supermodel. Accident–prone Marla has been ordered to get insurance for her face after she tripped into a dress dummy and got a black eye. Before she can collect on the policy, Tom must watch Marla's face for the next 30 days.

Product Details

ISBN-13:
9780061977060
Publisher:
HarperCollins Publishers
Publication date:
10/06/2009
Sold by:
HARPERCOLLINS
Format:
NOOK Book
Pages:
384
Sales rank:
949,773
File size:
479 KB

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Risky Business

Chapter One

Her Problem With Stairs

What a strange man. Marla laughed once, but it hurt too much to laugh again. Her hand went up protectively to her painful eye. It was her own fault for not giving herself more time to do this task, but she sure couldn't wait around while he chatted on the phone. She had to make that one-thirty hosiery ad call. Mr. Riley would have to wait. He could get the paperwork together and get back to her.

Her time with him had been productive in one way -- she'd definitely have to put Mr. Riley in her next book. The poor man looked like he was living out some crazy fantasy of being a private detective.

She recalled the scene. His door had those black letters painted On it: THOMAS RILEY -- GRANITE INSURANCE. The office must have been decorated once, in the 1940s: black phone, old wooden desk, the metal desk lamp, a curvy sofa with wood and metal claw foot legs. Those claws had a glass ball in each of them. Too bad the moths had won the war with the upholstery.

She did like the poster of Hawaii, all dog-eared and dusty. He didn't reek of whiskey or anything, but the place smelled like baloney. Maybe he was living in his office. There was a six-month stack of New York Times issues in the comer. No socks drying on the radiator, though.

Then there was the plant. An angel-wing begonia, if she wasn't mistaken. She'd killed a few in her time, and his was huge and well cared for. It just didn't match up with the rest of the picture, that Mr. Riley would baby his begonia. Very odd. The rest of him was so ... not cared for.

Actually, he had an incredible physique under his bad clothes. She was used to seeing greatbodies, and his biceps filled up his short-sleeved shirt just as well as those on her personal trainer, Lars. Not to mention his big strong shoulders.

And the dark wavy hair, not bad, but she'd have to shoot his barber. Her mind whirled with book ideas. Maybe that would be the crime for her next story.

The moon-phase calendar, though. Now, what was that about? Maybe Tommy boy was superstious.

Marla punched the down button, but nothing lit up. The elevator must be out of order. Geez, it had worked on the way up. She shuddered to think of that: the plunging elevator. That could be the method of death. Her next novel was taking shape, all right.

Great. She and her face had to make it down fourteen flights of stairs. Oh well, Rita was always bugging her about getting some definition in her calves.

She'd better get her Tom Riley details down on paper before they vanished. Marla dug for her notebook and pen in the black leather Chanel tote she had slung on her shoulder as she balanced down the stairs. In the middle of that, her heel caught in the loose stair runner and snapped right off -- and down she went.

How predictable, she thought as the last dozen years of her life flashed before her. The floor loomed up quickly. She did a yoga miracle move to keep herself upright and grabbed the rail for all she was worth, bending painfully into the rough stair top.

Her bag flew down the stairs to the landing, scattered six gold tubes of lipstick, three compacts of various types, a brush, a comb, her wallet, her writing notebook, the five black Uniball pens she kept in the bottom, a pair of tennis shoes, and various unmentionable feminine products.

Slumped on the stair, she rubbed her twisted, skinned knee. Maybe Rita was right about her being accident-prone. She'd been a bit of a klutz ever since her body shot up to nearly six feet. She didn't mind being tall, but she'd expected to outgrow gawky.

"Oh God. Miss Meyers! Are you all right?" She turned to watch the insurance guy take two stairs at a time behind her. He got to her, sat down on the same stair, and "steadied" her holding her upper arm, almost tipping her over again.

"I'm fine. Fine. Your building should have insurance."

"That's a liability issue. There's probably some kind of coverage if you want to file a claim."

"I'm kidding. I'm not the suing kind. A girl like me can't go around blaming people for her inability to stay upright."

"Now, I think you're being too hard on yourself, there. Here, let me help you up." He stood up beside her.

She gratefully accepted his offer. He extended a big hard-muscled arm to hang on to. My, my, my. Rising, she grabbed on to him and balanced herself with the banister.

She mustered a smile as he stared in her face for a moment, then switched to look at all her strewn things.

"You stay right here, I'll get your stuff. Hang on." Mr. Riley seemed to make some kind of decision based on her supposed stability, and it wasn't the one she wanted.

She cringed as he started down the stairs. "No. No, please don't!" She gestured toward him, not wanting her feminine pads in his grasp, but underestimated her twisted knee. A pain shot up her leg, and it collapsed underneath her. Before she could utter a gasp, she felt herself falling.

In slow motion, Marla saw Tom Riley turn just in time, take one leap up, and catch her full in his arms. He managed to stay on his feet too. She looked up into his shocked face and saw the most intense chocolate brown eyes she'd ever seen staring back at her from behind quarter-inch-thick glasses. That dark, sexy kind of chocolate. Yum.

Risky Business. Copyright © by Suzanne Macpherson. Reprinted by permission of HarperCollins Publishers, Inc. All rights reserved. Available now wherever books are sold.

Meet the Author

Dear Readers,

Sometimes when you write a special book, the characters move into your heart and take up residence. This was the case with the cast of Hysterical Blondeness. I enjoyed my time with each and every one of them and I hope you do, too.

Peace, Suzanne Macpherson

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Risky Business 3.8 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 17 reviews.
harstan More than 1 year ago
In order to stay employed, her Manhattan-based agency sends klutzy supermodel Marla Meyers to Granite Insurance in order to safeguard her face. Agent Tom Riley tentatively accepts the three million-dollar policy even after Marla explains her black eye was caused by an encounter with a dress dummy. However, the Home Office in Minnesota demands Tom shadow Marla over the next thirty days before they provide final approval of the account because they categorize her as an accidental risk. Tom figures this is one assignment he will enjoy, as Marla is beautiful. As he begins to hang around the model agency he begins to fall in love with his charge. Marla, who also secretly authors the popular Mike Mason mysteries that Tom enjoys, finds she also loves her protector even when he looks at the early AM starts like something the cat devoured before bringing home. However, will both of these individuals take the RISKY BUSINESS of forging a permanent relationship now that love is everywhere they go? RISKY BUSINESS is an amusing contemporary romantic romp that skews stereotypes in the modeling industry leaving no prisoners. The lead couple is a delightful duo swimming in a pool of zany secondary characters that bring much of the humor to the tale. Though how the home office expected Tom to keep Marla safe is not clear, Suzanne Macpherson provides a droll comedy that will keep them laughing even as the audience will want more works as jocular as this one from this new author Harriet Klausner
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Stumbled over Macpherson's books when one was offered for 99 cents. Well worth the money, and I have found that all her books are equally entertaining.
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I have enjoyed other books by this author with this being the exception. The story was long ,drawn out and just plain dumb.
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