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EXCERPT “Why do you pose out there?” He sipped the coffee. He wasn’t a
fan, but he wasn’t going to make a big deal out
of refusing to drink it. “The money isn’t bad.” Stone shrugged. “It keeps me sustained and
lets me buy the art supplies I need.” “Art? You’re an artist?” He tamped down his excitement. He loved
artists and Stone kept ticking the boxes of what
he wanted. “What’s your medium?” “To keep going with my personal cliché, I’m Stone Martin. I pose
on the Strip for money and in my off time, I’m a
sculptor. I work in clay and stone.” He smiled,
albeit wobbly. “Crazy, huh?” Zeus laughed. “You’re a sculptor?” “I am.” Boy, did he have a shock for Stone when he told him the truth. He
liked him. The man was easy to talk to and
handsome in the silver paint. Like a sculpture
come to life. Except Stone hadn’t been cursed
and he wasn’t truly stuck in a piece of art.
He’d save this man and prove to them both that
romance wasn’t dead—and neither was he. Perfect. Reviews Coming Soon!
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