A. Singletary

I've never been in love. I've never had an orgasm, but I've faked plenty. I want to experience love. Real, passionate love. I don't want to die. It's funny what blurts out of your mouth when the plane you're on is going down, and I didn't hold back with my seat mate when my plane decided to crash. My hysterical confessions didn't faze the muscular stranger that sat beside me. In fact, he promised if we survived, he'd give me my first orgasm.

When Carson McCrae, the hottest designer in Manhattan, asked me to model a new bra in a fashion show, I knew it was a line. How could it not be? I’m anything but a runway model. Sure, I’m tall, but I’m not skinny. I got more curves than Kim Kardashian. It was definitely a line. So why did I say yes? Growing up in a commune four hours from New York City, Vixen Teal is not your typical New Yorker. Disgusted with a new leader, she leaves home and finds employment at a small boutique in Manhattan. During a chance meeting, celebrity designer, Carson McCrae, offers Vixen a modeling gig out ...