Where are you from?
The west coast. But I moved as far from my crazy family as I could get, about a year ago. I now live in New York. My family treats my stay here like parole, and it just got revoked. I should explain that my family runs an outlaw motorcycle club called Hell’s Crew. I lie and tell colleagues that back home, my father has worked for the local water company for forty years and is looking forward to retirement so he can spend more time with his prize begonias.
What is your job?
I’m almost a supermodel. I’m one fashion show away from being a supermodel. Just gotta stay in NY long enough to become a supermodel!
Are you a people person or a lone wolf?
A people person.
Do you have any special powers or skills?
Not really. I just look good – can’t take much credit for an accident of nature. Hmmm. I can tell the filthiest joke known to mankind – it involves a goat, a sinking ship and a sea captain – it won first prize in a biker bar when I was sixteen. Would that do? Just so you understand that I’m not biker trash, I should explain that I was only in that bar because my brother, Crash Coolidge, had to stop by and pick something up. He let me sit at the bar but he was keeping an eye on me. The way the National Missile Defense Program keeps an eye on the USA.
What is your main goal in life?
To be the girl who gets to wear the Delilah’s Intrigue Dream Bustier at the Delilah’s Intrigue annual fashion show. It’s a week away. That bustier is the showpiece garment. I have to evade my family, TDR (evil rival biker gang) and Big Mike (family-assigned protector) long enough to shimmy myself into that corset. It’s gorgeous – all white ribbon and sparkle and lace. Like a wearable dessert.
I guess what I really want is my own life, without my family interfering.
Is this like three wishes from Aladdin? Because then I also want a man I can take home for Christmas, without worrying that Daddy’s going to send him back in a body bag.
Do you or did you ever have a mentor?
No. My mom died when I was very young. She’s a memory of a memory. But I like to think I’m like her. She’s much prettier, of course – I have some photos of her from when she was my age.
Who is your greatest enemy and why?
This is complicated. I guess I’d have to include Daddy and my brother, Crash, in that list. They love me and want what’s best for me, but they think they know what is best for me.
Big Mike belongs on that list. Sometimes. He’s Crash’s army buddy. Crash asked him to look after me recently when there was trouble from TDR (evil rival biker gang). Big Mike’s huge. But hot. Unfortunately, he thinks he knows what’s best for me too.
And then there’s TDR – sigh – it’s too complicated to explain, but they tried to snatch me twice in one day.
Who is your closest friend?
I don’t have a close friend. I’d like to have girlfriends but the business I’m in is competitive. I love my New York neighbors – Mrs Previn, Ms Garvin and Mr Maynard. They’re elderly, but I guess they’re my closest friends. I give Ms Garvin and Mrs Previn most of the booty from my photo shoots. A woman is never too old to look good and it can be hard to manage on a fixed income.
Who is your love interest?
Now why do I want to say Big Mike? Yes, he’s hot but he’s too much like my father and brother to be a contender. The last thing I need is another overbearing biker/ex-biker/Special-Forces-tough-guy telling me what to do. The problem is that he makes the other men in my dating pool look tepid.
What is your favorite thing about Big Mike?
His arms. He looks like he can bench press a Buick. They’re tattooed. Yum.
What makes Big Mike sexy?
His face is plain. He’s never going to win a beauty contest. He’s a giant. He shaves his head. I’m not even sure if he has a neck. But there’s something ‘Rowr’ about that man (curling hands into kitten claws). If testosterone had a face and body, Big Mike would be it.
What is the most annoying thing about Big Mike?
How long do you have? If I had to pick the most annoying thing about him, I guess I’d have to go with smugness. Nothing worse than being lectured by a smug overbearing biker/ex-biker/Special-Forces-tough-guy. Blah, blah, blah. A TDR thug snatched me at gunpoint, and afterward, I had to listen to a lecture from Big Mike that I swear came straight out of an Oprah show, about how you never let a predator take you to a secondary location because it’s always going to be worse for you than the primary location. Blah, blah, blah.
Describe Big Mike in three words.
Hot. Kind eyes.
What was the last gift you gave Big Mike?
I poured hot chocolate down his front. Does that count?
Where would you take Big Mike on a dream vacation?
I wouldn’t take him anywhere. No sirreee. He is not a part of the plan. No.
Do you have a secret fantasy?
I want to trace all of his tattoos with my tongue.
Describe yourself in three words.
Hot. Blonde. Underestimated.
Do you have pets?
I have an adorable cat called Boots. She’s sooty. She has her own mauve cushion, embroidered with her name – it’s as pretty as she is. She hates Big Mike – it’s a long story.
Share a favorite memory.
Barbecuing with Daddy and Crash at the back of our house. Sitting barefoot on the swingseat drinking beer from a bottle. Cool evening air laced with the smell of charcoal and sizzling beef. Those were good times.
What is your favorite food?
I’m a model. I’m not allowed a favorite food. I drink protein smoothies and eat a lot of kale. Any model who tells you they eat what they like is lying, or she has worms. Big Mike complains that eating with me is like dining with a hamster because tiny bits of his food keep disappearing from his plate. I eat small, delicious pieces of whatever he has on his plate to supplement the mountain of leafy greens I aways have on mine.
What kind of music do you listen to?
Whatever is on the radio. I have a popstar admirer. Fable. They’re always playing his music on the radio.
What is your favorite way to travel?
Car. I like to drive places. It’s easier to take my cat, Boots, with me if I’m in a car.
Name one piece of clothing you wouldn’t want to live without.
My Valentino biker boots is probably what I should say. Or a fancy purse. But I’m a practical girl so I pick underwear. I wouldn’t want to live without underwear. Too breezy.
What is the best advice anyone ever gave you?
Can’t think of anything. I come from a biker family. The men don’t talk a lot – they ‘do’.
If you could give your past self a piece of advice, what would it be?
Take names and kick butt earlier, because Daddy and Crash were never going to come around to you living independently.
What is your idea of a perfect date?
I’m sorry, but I keep thinking about Big Mike. I’ve been on some pretty fancy dates in my time – I’m the twelve-point-buck girlfriend equivalent for rich stockbrokers and merchant bankers. I guess that none of those dates were perfect. I’m still waiting for the perfect date. I’ll know it when I see it.
What makes you happy?
Bacon. I’m trying not to think about Big Mike. He’s annoying.
What makes you angry?
Daddy, Crash, Big Mike, TDR (evil biker gang).
How do you like to spend your free time?
I find it a bit lonely in the city. I go to parties, Friday and Saturday nights, but they feel like work. I have to be seen in the right places with the right people. I have a social media feed and my followers (ten million of ‘em) expect me to post pictures of my glamorous life. I miss weekend barbecues, the beach, bike rides, long summers. I used to like to lie on a blanket, in the grass, and read while cuddling Boots.
Do you prefer one lover or multiple lovers?
One lover. It’s been awhile. Again, I’m not thinking about Big Mike in that role.
What is the craziest thing you’ve ever done?
Strange how those craziest-thing memories are all tied up with Big Mike.
Do you have any tattoos or piercings?
Nope. I’m a model, remember. Got to look perfect and unblemished.
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About the Book
Title: On The Run
Author: Susan Amanda Kelly
Genre: Romance / Adventure / Comedy
Minerva Coolidge, a top east coast lingerie model, has been ordered home to the west coast by her over-protective, occasionally psychotic family. Daddy’s outlaw motorcycle club is embroiled in a war and Minnie is too valuable a pawn to leave in play. But Minnie refuses to give up her new life. She’s about to star in the biggest fashion show of her career. Her brother asks an old army friend, Big Mike, to guard her until they can fetch her home. Minnie thinks Big Mike is too big, too muscled, too tattooed, too tough… too everything. He’s exactly the kind of man she moved across country to escape; the kind who thinks he knows what’s best for her; the kind who doesn’t belong in her glossy, perfect, new life; the kind she shouldn’t want…
Big Mike thinks keeping a nitwit fashion model safe long enough to hand her over to her family should be easy for an ex-biker, ex-Special Forces commander who outweighs his charge by at least one-hundred-and-fifty pounds. Except the pretty nitwit isn’t a nitwit. Each time he takes his eyes off her, she flees, plunging headlong into trouble. Big Mike quickly realizes he doesn’t want to take his eyes – or his hands – off Minnie Coolidge…
BIO:
Susan Amanda Kelly loves making up stuff in her head. She drives her husband to distraction by suddenly stopping, mid-conversation, and staring off into space. She once spent five hours at sea, on a boat, muttering: “Where would he hide the body?” She hopes the video footage of that trip has been wiped. She finally decided to put the characters that inhabit her head, onto paper. It was like opening the door on a lunatic asylum… glorious bedlam. She hopes her readers come to love her characters as much as she does. She writes funny romantic adventures. And her husband is convinced her male leads are based on him. Not the body-hiding psychopath, of course. Sign up to be the first to hear about her new releases: http://eepurl.com/bIb7G5
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