Welcome K.M. Jackson
K.M. Jackson is a writer of women’s fiction, and a former fashion designer. She lives in the suburbs of New York with her husband, boy/ girl twins and her precocious terrier named Jack who keeps her on her toes.
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Mika Walters is a normal woman working in the not so normal world of New York Fashion. As long time assistant to uber sexy photographer Alejandro Vargas she’s tired of being the girl in the background. Just once she wants Alejandro to look at her with the same smoldering look he gives to his willowy models and now she has her chance.
Now for a taste...
This shaky ride was killing her. But knowing her, she’d rather rip her nails out one by one than admit her fear. That was another something she was passionate about. Being tough. It’s what made her the best assistant he’d ever had. The one that didn’t run away and he was damned lucky to have her.
Ale picked up his camera again as if in a daze. It was his third eye, and Mika’s cocoa brown skin filled his lens in a blurry haze before her whole image came into clear view. He did a quick scan, clicking the shutter as the ferry picked up a bit of speed and the wind whipped around them.
Her short brown hair blew in the wind around her face, and the sun glistened on her dampened skin. He could see where some of the hairs clung to the curve of her long neck and around her delicate ear. Her thin white cotton top flapped behind her in the breeze, pressing against her chest, revealing the outline of a black bra underneath.
Ale sucked in a breath. Tightening his grip on his camera, his mind suddenly filled with the image of his hands caressing her pert breasts. Whoa, there. He blinked trying to get his thoughts back in a professional perspective. He looked to the horizon again, but unbidden his gaze drifted back to her. She was wearing short khaki shorts that were well-weathered and functional but hugged her curvy body in all the right places and showed off her legs to their fullest advantage. He wanted to reach out and run his hand up that leg from her sneaker to the inside of her thigh. Stop! What was going on here? This was Mika. His Mika. His easy, staid, dependable, and off limits Mika.