Sol by Leslie McAdams
Title: Sol
Author: Leslie McAdam
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Cover Design: Michele Catalano Creative
Photo: Cory Stierley
Model: Taylor Lotre
Cover Design: Michele Catalano Creative
Photo: Cory Stierley
Model: Taylor Lotre
Release Date: October 15, 2017
Blurb
The army taught me discipline. Order. Control.
None of that matters the day I walk into her classroom.
Or her bedroom.
What's more important than my grade?
Not failing her.
None of that matters the day I walk into her classroom.
Or her bedroom.
What's more important than my grade?
Not failing her.
A NOTE FROM THE AUTHOR
On July 27, 2016, Cory Stierley sent a group text to me and
our mutual friend Erin, a painter, completely ticked off about seeing a guy
running. Since I don’t normally get upset about seeing people run—and neither
do Cory or Erin—I thought this was odd behavior.
Cory: “Ok, this is common from me but I’m kinda pissed off right now!!!”
Me: “Let it out”
Erin: “…go on”
Cory is a professional photographer who has taken the cover photographs for
half of my published books, in addition to other New York Times bestsellers. He
loves color and celebrating bodies. He has an eye for beauty and a knack for
getting amazingly creative shots.
Cory's text: “So, I was getting off the highway and I happen to see this dude
running, red tank top with white edges, black and white shorts. He was running
on a path next to a green field, so of course it stuck out to me. I had to go
slow past him cuz the speed limit and the turn I was making. He immediately hit
me as your next cover model.”
Me: “And why are you pissed about this”
Because why would anyone be mad about seeing a guy running in a park? Right?
But Cory was so upset because this was the one who got away. A muse, an inspiration.
Marching orders from the creative universe to actually make something.
And his potential subject was gone.
Cory was adamant. “He NEEDS to model. … Leslie, I’m not lying when I say he is
your IDEAL dude/model.”
He was right.
In an attempt to find the guy, Cory placed a “missed connections” ad on
Craigslist, but was discouraged because of the slim-to-none chances that
someone would see the ad and know the identity of the runner.
I tried to reassure him: “Well he’ll find you. And you’ll take his pic. And
I’ll buy it. That’s all. Done. … This is the part where I expose to you all
what a mystical weirdo I am. But that’s what happens. You’ll find him. .. Or
he’ll find you. That’s the way the universe works. … Relax you’ll find him.”
(And then Erin and I discussed tattoos for a while. <3 Sigh.)
The next day, Cory went back to the same park at about the same time and hung
around.
No dude.
The following day, Cory woke up and got the idea to stop by a local gym. Cory
walked in and was relieved to see that there was a younger girl behind the
counter. (He was grateful that it was a younger chick, thinking that a story
like this wouldn't weird her out so much, and that she would help.) He went up
to her and started describing the guy he saw running.
She got a knowing look on her face like, I know who you’re talking about.
Reinstalling Instagram on her phone, she pulled up a profile.
And it was the guy!
Named Taylor.
So Cory had FOUND THE GUY despite nearly zero odds.
Looking at his profile, we were not only struck by handsome Taylor’s looks but
also his incredible attitude. Nearly all of his posts were positive quotes and
affirmations. There was just an amazing spirit about every single thing he did.
We all felt a sense of relief that Cory had found the guy, and both he and I
direct messaged him on Instagram. (Cory made me redo my original message
because he thought it sounded too stalkery.)
And we were relieved when he responded.
We found out the following. (1) He’d been wanting to model, and encouraged to
do so by family and friends his whole life, but didn’t know how to go about it,
and (2) this was his second day doing cardio in three years, since he had
gotten out of the Army. But this was the first day, at the last second, he had
decided to run a different route. If he would have gone the other way, Cory
wouldn't have seen him.
You can draw your own conclusions to this story. My conclusion is that some
things are meant to be. Taylor was meant to model and Cory was meant to find
him.
And now, not only did Cory find him, they took the pic, I bought it, and he’s
on my cover, but the fact that he served in Afghanistan provided me with a muse
for this story.
Leslie McAdam is a California girl who loves romance, Little
Dude, and well-defined abs. She lives in a drafty old farmhouse on a small
orange tree farm in Southern California with her husband and two small
children. Leslie always encourages her kids to be themselves – even if it means
letting her daughter wear leopard print from head to toe. An avid reader from a
young age, she will always trade watching TV for reading a book, unless it’s
Top Gear. Or football. Leslie is employed by day but spends her nights writing
about the men you fantasize about. She’s unapologetically sarcastic and
notoriously terrible at comma placement (that’s what editors are for!). Always
up for a laugh, Leslie tries to see humor in all things. When she’s not in the
writing cave you’ll find her fangirling over Beck, camping with her family, or
mixing up oil paints to depict her love of outdoors on canvas.
Author Links
Subscribe to:
Post Comments
(
Atom
)
0 comments :
Post a Comment