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Category: Erotica/Erotic Romance/Romance
Description: Morgan Thomas is MAC Music's latest "it" girl. With the onset of her successful debut, Morgan was showered with money, parties, and fame. Although she can buy whatever and most often, whomever she wants, she finds herself isolated and alone, unable to trust anyone in the dog-eat-dog world of music. At this level of success, Morgan is a product to be packaged, marketed, and sold. But to her personal assistant, Tyrone Miller, Morgan is more. A childhood friend, Tyrone's sole goal is to keep Morgan safe, happy and successful. Yet, when she mysteriously disappears while in New York recording her follow up album, Tyrone discovers that his love for Morgan goes far beyond platonic--to passionate--from the author of THELMA'S EATERY.
eBook Publisher: Whiskey Creek Press, 2006
eBookwise Release Date: January 2007

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Available eBook Formats: OEBFF Format (IMP) [119 KB]
Words: 24676
Reading time: 70-98 min.

"The Personal Assistant is an intriguing book of two people wanting to change their relationship from friendship to lovers... The physical attraction between the two burns the pages but is balanced by their deep friendship. Four Angels!"--Fallen Angel Reviews

Chapter 1

"Please, stand back!" Tyrone shoved yet another video camera out of the way.

The black stretch limousine glistened under the midnight sky. How can reporters be awake all the time? Tyrone wondered as he felt someone scratch his right hand in an attempt to grab Morgan.

"Excuse me! Please step back from the limousine!" he demanded, roughly pushing people away as if he'd become a human battering ram.

As if unable to hear him or his demands, a young blonde woman to his left obviously didn't understand English. She reached out and grabbed Morgan Thomas' jacket sleeve, her face set with determination.

"Let go!" Tyrone firmly grabbed the reporter's hand and tried to separate her from Morgan. All the while, hordes of others tried to snag a piece of the music star.

"No! Not until I get an interview," the reporter roared, her face setting into an intense frown mixed with determination.

"Ms. Thomas is not giving interviews. Now let go!"

Without waiting for a reply, Tyrone raised his arm and hacked the reporter on the wrist. Her grasp stayed firm. But she glared with fuming blue eyes at him before turning to Morgan.

"That interview, Ms. Thomas, or you will not make your engagement tonight!"

Morgan gently struggled against the reporter's vice-like grip. With her bodyguard approaching, Morgan patiently waited as a whirl of cameras, reporters and screaming fans circled around like a raging tornado. She pressed her full, bee-stung lips together and rolled her eyes, though Tyrone could see that a twinge of fear sparkled.

"Tony, hurry up and get over here!" Tyrone screamed for the six foot four bodyguard. Resembling a solid brick wall, Tony bench-pressed about three hundred pounds, biked daily and served as Morgan's personal trainer.

When Tony arrived, all pretense of being polite ended on the spot.

"Yeah, Ty, what is it?" His gruff voice, heavy beard and large torso were sometimes enough to intimidate overzealous fans and hungry reporters.

But not this reporter.

"Please escort," Tyrone leaned over to read the reporter's press badge, "Ms. Sumners away from the limo."

"Don't you come near me!" Ms. Sumners shrieked at Tony, backpedaling while still attached to Morgan's sleeve.

"Come with me, Miss," Tony said as he lifted Ms. Sumners by her elbow, squeezing it painfully hard in his wide hand.

Unable to do more than squeak in pain, Ms. Sumners walked on her tiptoes as Tony half carried, half dragged her away from the buzzing scene.

"Let's go, Mo!" Tyrone opened the limousine door and helped Morgan inside. His eyes followed her full hips as she bent to enter the vehicle.

Once inside the quiet of the limo with the doors shut safely behind her, Morgan moved her sunglasses up to her hair and smiled. She lay back in her seat and closed her eyes; her smile did not falter.

The limo always calmed her in ways no one else would ever really understand or even want to know about. Large public events always irritated her and made her more than a little uneasy.

She sighed and unbuttoned the top button on her sheer blue blouse. Something about the black interior, the leather seats and the minibar indicated comfort and relaxation, a sexiness few other cars could obtain. And despite the pounding of fists and screams of the paparazzi outside, Morgan felt better.

"Wasn't scared, were you?" Tyrone asked as he lifted her right foot, removed her sandal and began to massage it.

"No, I trust Tony," she said without opening her eyes, and then added, "...and I trust you."

"You sure about that?"

Tyrone's smile, which Morgan could see in her mind's eye and hear in his voice, revealed a dimple and his strong white teeth gave his dark skin a shimmer. "For just a minute there, you looked really spooked."

Morgan made absolutely certain she could trust her staff to protect and take care of her. She had surrounded herself with people she knew; people she'd grown up and hung around with since her youth. Those who were not easily startled or seduced by her fame. She had known Tyrone since she was sixteen, a high school sophomore.

She slowly opened one eye, spying at him through her lashes.

Ty, as she commonly called him, drew invisible circles on her foot, his eyes stared off into the distance--at the rearview of the limo as it sped across town--just behind her. She imagined cars packed with photographers tailing them, and temporarily, a flash of the twisted wreck of Princess Diana's limo after being chased by the paparazzi flashed in front of Morgan's eyes.