From Illustrating to Love Read Online Ruby James

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Total pages in book: 48
Estimated words: 43914 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 220(@200wpm)___ 176(@250wpm)___ 146(@300wpm)
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How hard could it be to pretend to love and adore someone for seven days?

Marley Hamilton-Shaw is an up-and-coming illustrator who isn’t afraid to tackle challenging projects. There’s only one thing she refuses to do: Marley doesn’t illustrate for children’s books, period.
Conor Sullivan is a successful children’s book author. Since he first discovered her work, he’s wanted Marley to design his book covers for a new young adult series. But Marley turns down his project with a giant resounding no.
When a best-selling horror author—who just happens to be Conor’s best friend—announces he’s looking for illustrators to turn his anthology of short stories into graphic novels, Marley is willing to do whatever it takes to be one of the illustrators selected …
… And Conor has the perfect solution. He promises to get her artwork in front of his best friend if she agrees to be his fake girlfriendat a week-long family celebration and illustrates his young adult books. But his proposal to Marley has nothing to do with her gorgeous curves and bewitching smile.
Conor holds the key to Marley’s dream project. Is she willing to put her convictions aside to get what she wants? If she agrees, it will have nothing to do with Conor’s thick strawberry blond hair or smoldering dark blue eyes.

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Chapter One

Marley Hamilton-Shaw had never screamed loud enough to scare her cat until that moment. Bijou, her Maine coon, shot straight up from her curled position on the corner of Marley’s desk and landed with a thud on her lap, puffed up, claws extended.

Marley whirled around in her electric-blue office chair and threw her stylus at her best friend, who barely stepped her curvy body to the side to avoid the projectile in time. The woman had the nerve to roll her lips in between her teeth in a poor attempt to hide her smile.

“What the frack, Addy?! I told you to stop sneaking up on me.” Marley rested her hand on her ample chest. Was thirty-three too young for a heart attack? Then, seeing Bijou was still freaked out, she gently tried to pry the fourteen-pound cat off her thighs, wincing at the red scratches already marring her caramel-colored skin.

Addison, pretending like she wasn’t the cause of the fracas in the first place, bent over to give Bijou a rub behind the ears. “I’ve been calling you for the past thirty seconds. I thought tickling would be faster than losing my voice yelling your name. Ronan’s on the phone.”

Marley stuck her tongue out at her and snatched the phone from her outstretched hand.

“Hey, Ro. How’s it going?” Ronan Sullivan had been her agent since she graduated college almost eleven years ago before she’d even made her business, Illustrations by Lilith, official.

“Morning, Mar. Loved the screaming.” His deep chuckle made her smile.

“My friend thought it would be hilarious to scare the crap out of me to get my attention instead of just tapping the screen. Are you calling about the Gilmour project?”

“What project?” Ronan asked. “Bas Gilmour?”

Marley nodded, even though she knew he couldn’t see it. “I received a press release in my email that his horror anthology was green lit for a series of graphic novels. It said he is looking to showcase a different illustrator for each short.” When she finished, Ronan was silent and Marley could picture him pacing in his office.

She had always enjoyed the style of graphic novels and had worked with a few writers in college on their books. She had a few clients that wanted an edgier, bolder illustration for their books or promotional pieces, and she loved collaborating with them. The possibility to work with a best-selling author like Bas Gilmour would be a dream for her and a highlight for her portfolio. It would also open the doors for more paranormal, fantasy, and horror writer clients on Gilmour’s level.

“I’ll have to look into that. I have a connection with Gilmour. However, I called to talk to you about an offer I would like for you to seriously consider, and it couldn’t have come at a better time.”

Marley met Addison’s gaze from where she’d taken a seat on the small loveseat in her home office and put the call on speaker as Ronan continued.

“I’m hearing rumors that the Annapolis Historical Society is going to go in a different direction for their brochures. They may be looking for a new illustrator.”

The urge to pout was strong. It would be a blow if the AHS took their business elsewhere. They were one of Marley’s oldest clients, having given her a chance when they had commissioned a piece from her mother eight years ago.

“When will you know for sure?” Marley’s mind was already thinking of people to contact for new potential clients.

“In the next couple of days. There is another opportunity in case they leave. It’s for a young adult—”


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