Lonzo: Book 1 (Tycoon Series Book 1) by Kat Madrid Read Free Book Online

growing up. Over the years, she had grown comfortable with her looks but her perception of herself remained the same.
    She was lucky to have good bone structure and features that stood out but that didn’t mean she was better than everyone else or really special. She wasn’t buying into all that hype about her. Maybe that was the reason many fashion insiders liked working with her. According to them, she wasn’t full of herself.
    But she was proud of how she was able to carve a brand for herself in a cutthroat industry. She can do high fashion, she can do lingerie, she can do commercial and she can do editorial. She was one of the most versatile models around.
    But the downside was, fame always came with a price.
    In her case, it was the loss of privacy.
    But on the upside, she was able to use her celebrity to support various civic initiatives to help people. For years, she had been channeling a hefty portion of her earnings to help fund orphanages, homes for abandoned kids and shelters for abused children in Brazil. In that sense, it was a good enough trade-off.
    When she arrived at the airport, she was whisked off to a hotel to rest for a few hours. By afternoon, she was driven by one of the staff to the location of the photo shoot.
    They had to wait for night time before the northern lights or aurora borealis showed up in the Alaskan sky.
    The weather that day was considered mild for autumn, according to their local guide, but for someone who had lived in a temperate country for most of her early life, Jordana was susceptible to the cold.
    Whoever said that modeling was a glamorous job should try it for a day, as she continued to brave the wintry Alaskan air. The air was so dry and icy that it was enough to form icicles on her perfectly-curled eyelashes and turn her lips blue beneath the red lipstick she was wearing.
    Still, she didn’t bitch about it since the rest of the crew were also exposed to the frigid temperature. She did request for a cup of steaming hot coffee from the caterer to thaw her insides a bit.
    It was almost midnight when the night time sky began to light up. Their entire group was amazed. The bright, multi-hued colors were extremely fast-changing—from bright yellow, green, red, purple and blue.
    Jordana was entranced. Watching nature’s very own light show was worth the cold, the long trip, the long working hours…everything! It was simply spectacular. She had never seen a more beautiful sight.
    As the stylist made last minute adjustments to the artful, cascading curls on her shoulders, she tried not to give in to shivers beneath the artificial fur coat wrapped around her—the only warm clothing she had for this shoot.
    By the time Kirk Larsen signalled for the start of the shoot, Jordana gave her everything in front of the camera. She stepped into character that the photographer and stylist wanted: she was Aurora, goddess of dawn. She projected, she posed and stretched.
    She had worked with Kirk in the past, so she already knew his signature style. For one thing, he liked his subject to be as still as possible while he moved around to capture the best angle on frame. With the wintry air all around, it wasn’t an easy task to stay immobile when she was trying her best not to break out in a case of shivers.
    She gazed at the northern lights dancing above her. She started to meditate, using the lights as her focus. The last time she looked up the sky was at her now abandoned house. That was more than a month ago.
    A sudden, overwhelming sadness descended upon her.
    “Gorgeous! Gorgeous look on your face! Hold that pose—that is so sexy!” Kirk’s voice cut through her reverie.
    She did as she was asked.
    They think I look beautiful in my sadness , she thought bleakly.
     
     
    As she boarded the flight from Anchorage to Perugia, Italy, Jordana felt really excited to see Mel and begin her time off work. When was the last time she ever went on a vacation? She can’t even remember. It was