She stood up so abruptly her chair almost fell. She looked at Jeremy and said, “Outside.”
“Laura, really?” Ruby said.
Laura indicated Pierre and Ruby. “Stay here.”
When she got onto Third Avenue, she found Jeremy at her heels, smiling, which enraged her further.
“Not acceptable,” she said. “Not acceptable.”
Jeremy shifted his feet in the morning chill. “What’s the big deal?” he asked. “You need money, I have money. I believe in you. Look, I knew the Schmillers would bag for some reason or another. I stepped in months ago.”
“Not acceptable.”
“Why?”
“Were you there last night?” She lowered her voice. There were too many people around, and she was already ashamed to be having a lover’s quarrel in the middle of the street. “Because what we were doing precludes us from being business partners, and it especially precludes me from accepting money from you.”
“Oh, really?”
“This is exactly what happened with Gracie. You slept with her, and then she backed you, and she controlled you for your whole relationship. You’re just redoing the whole thing again, except backward. Now you’re the one with the cash, and what am I?”
“A pain in the ass?”
“You’re not helping at all.”
“I need you. I need you to mind the store with me. I can’t do it all, and I trust you. You can do Sartorial any way you want. You guys did a fantastic line. I don’t want to see it go under. You take my staff. Use my factories. But stand beside me. I bit off more than I could chew when I made my line bigger, and I can’t make this happen alone.”
“Are you my lover because you want to be in business with me, or are you in business with me because you want me to be your lover?”
“Why does it have to be a choice?”
“I can’t see how both things won’t go bad.”
“Do you trust me?” he asked.
“I don’t know.”
That shut him up. He looked up at the buildings and closed his eyes halfway. She watched the curve of his jaw as he bit back whatever it was he was going to say.
Then he coughed twice, big phlegmy things that seemed only a prologue to more. “I have to get back. You have a week to think about the business part. The lover part is non-negotiable. You’re mine.” He kissed her quickly on the lips and jogged off.
She watched him weave through the crowd and turn left onto Twenty-Fifth Street with the grace of a cat and the confidence of a much bolder creature. It wouldn’t matter to him in the end if she took his backing. He would push himself and get sick, and she would step in and run whatever part of his business she needed to, because as much as she wanted to choke the life out of him at that moment, she loved him. His death was non-negotiable, even if it meant an uncomfortable merger of sex and money.
He was right. She was his, and she knew it.
THE END
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Acknowledgements
This book was written once without models. Three quarters through, I tossed it and started over. Lots of whining and puling ensued, and I have to thank my family for tolerating me, especially my husband, who is a superhero. He was totally behind me for NaNoWriMo, where I wrote those first 68 thousand trashed words, and thereafter, where I wrote what you see here.
I hate research. I hate it so much, I wrote a series of books about something I know so well, I’m the person people come to when they want to do research in the first place.
But, damn you imagination, new stuff keeps popping up.
So, I’d like to thank Art Van Hecke and the folks at leatherworker.net for help with a NaNoWriMo plot twist that got moved to a future story. Look for something about rare animal skins in The Case of the Jealous Lover. Or not. I have a way of deleting entire books.
Toward the editing phase of this book, I enlisted the help of Emily Schaller, an adult living with cystic fibrosis. This was way too late. Any errors within are completely mine, but I’ll be making her crazy throughout the rest of the series.
My beta, Alisa Tangredi, knows more about my characters than I do. Thank you, Alisa, for letting my badly punctuated parade of damaged, insecure, acerbic garmentos into your mind.
Speaking of poor punctuation, thanks, Lynn, for trying so hard to teach me where the commas go (and don’t) and for pointing out my tics and bad habits. I promise at least half of it gets into my long-term memory. Also, I’d like to shout out to Jim, one of my proofreaders who kept me from looking like a complete ass in Dead Is the New Black and has undoubtedly done so here as well. However, if I do look like an ass, it’s probably my own fault.
The fashion industry is no joke. Life-choking dedication is not only encouraged, it is expected. Like working 60 hours a week, Skyping China at 9 p.m. from the office, and being so committed there’s no time for family or… I don’t know… novel writing. I have the only fashion job in Los Angeles where the most important thing is getting the job done. For this attitude I have to thank Anne, my boss, without whom I’d have a job at this other life-sucking company I won’t name.
Renee Barratt of The Cover Counts helped with the cover and with overall partnership and friendship in my graphic design business. I won’t tell you what she did, but doesn’t it look great?
It would be a little peculiar to have an ugly book about designers. So my formatter is Heather Adkins. The fact that you’re reading this right now, without little weird tags and oddball justifications, and the fact that it’s so pretty in general, is due to her expertise.
The indie author community is lousy with whackjobs, narcissists, and psychopaths, which is what makes the sane communities I have found so precious. For the cream at the top of IWU, and that other little klatch who shall remain ever nameless, thank you for just being there. Sausage for everyone!
Christine DeMaio-Rice, Los Angeles, California.
About the Author
Christine DeMaio-Rice lives with her family in Los Angeles. She has been in the fashion industry for over twenty years, but would rather not talk about it.
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Email her at [email protected]
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Praise for Dead Is the New Black:
The book was first-rate in terms of humor, characters, and plot. Dead Is the New Black is a witty, entertaining book you won’t want to miss.
—Silver’s Reviews
Dead Is the New Black is a complex novel, woven with delicate finesse by the author. At it’s core is a heroine that underestimates herself on many different levels. But she’s smart, talented, and takes it upon herself to get to the bottom of everything. Which gets her into trouble. I will say that I really enjoyed this book. It’s been polished to perfection by the author and that really shows. The careful crafting and layering of details made me feel like a part of the novel, and not just a reader.
—Quirky Gurl Media
You are wholly ensconced into the mystery with Laura as she works to remove the suspicion off of herself, tries to find missing buttons, investigates her co-workers, breaks up a fashion counterfeiting ring, and we can’t forget the fashion show!
—Books-n-Beans
A murder mystery in the world of the New York fashion industry, Dead is the New Black has all the elements of a good mystery: unique characters, plentiful suspects, and several clues that seem to point in different directions until they are all fit together like puzzle pieces. The book also has all the elements of good chick lit: a good dose of humor and a protagonist who has some goals, in this case both romantic and professional, that are met in the end — not necessarily in the way they desired, but in a way that is satisfying.
—Big Al’s Books and Pals
This book has an excellent combination of fashion and mystery with a sharp wit. I loved the extensive knowledge shown here of the fashion industry. One of my favorite mystery books that I have read thus far.
—Literary Chanteuse
Laura Carnegie gave up on the man of her dreams a long time ago. He’s fashion designer Jeremy St. James, and not only is he her boss, everyone knows he’s gay.
When he’s arrested for murder, secrets come to light and nothing is what it seems. If Laura can just solve this crime, keep the cops off her tail, break up a counterfeiting ring, and get the show on the runway by Friday, she might stop being Seventh Avenue’s perpetual loser.
If you love Project Runway, or enjoyed The Devil Wears Prada, try Dead Is the New Black.
A Red Adept Select for outstanding book in its genre.
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Table of Contents
A Note
Title Page
Copyright
CHAPTER 1.
Acknowledgements
About the Author
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Table of Contents
A Note
Title Page
Copyright
CHAPTER 1.
Acknowledgements
About the Author
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Blue Valley
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