January/February/March

Each installment in the Calendar Girl Serial was released every month throughout 2015. The stories will feature Mia, told from her perspective as she continues her journey as an escort to twelve clients in twelve different locations.

January

Mia Saunders just barely escaped a paltry life back home in Las Vegas until she gets the call that her Father has been beaten to within an inch of his life for not paying his gambling debt. Problem is, the lone shark is her lousy, ruthless ex-boyfriend. Another guy in a long line of men she'd fallen head over heels for. Not anymore. Mia's mission is simple. Serve as a high-priced escort for her Aunt's company and pay monthly against her Father's bad debt. A month with a rich man who she doesn't have to sleep with if she doesn't want to? Easy money. At least that's the way it was supposed to go.

It's really simple. I needed money. A lot of money. One million dollars to be exact. The amount didn't matter. All that mattered is that at the end of that price tag held my father's life.

No money. No life.

The time limit was one year. On January 1st I had to pay up or my Father was going to be killed.

When you're faced with an ultimatum like this, you do whatever you have to do.

And that's exactly what I did. The job... Exquisite Escorts. My role, serve as high priced arm candy to anyone that can afford the $100,000 price tag for a month of my company. Sex is optional (for me) and a 20% increase on the price.

February

Mia Saunders continues her mission to bail out her comatose father whose life is on the line to a dangerous loan-shark who happens to be Mia's ex-boyfriend. For this journey, she serves as a high-priced escort to French artist named Alec Dubois in Seattle, Washington. A muse. Me. The motorcycle riding, ass-kicking, concert t-shirt wearing chick from Las Vegas, is a world-renowned French artist's muse. For a month.

I had no idea when I took the escort job with Exquisite Escorts I would be standing naked in front of a blank canvas in a Seattle warehouse.

"Love on Canvas" he calls his exhibit, a combination of photographic stills and paint entwined to create the most awe-inspiring pieces the world will ever see. Except every last one of them features me and a moment in time where I was vulnerable.

Alec Dubois played on those vulnerabilities, teaching me lessons about love and life that would stay with me through the rest of my days.

March

A fiancee. I'm going to Chicago to pretend to be some Italian Stallion's future wife. Why a massive hunk, boxer, and rich restaurateur needs a fake bride is beyond me. Then again, I'm not paid to know why. I'm paid $100,000 to be his escort, or in this case, the woman he's supposedly "going" to marry.

The moment I met Antony "Tony" Fasano, I thought I might have lost my ability to breathe. In my twenty four years of life, I'd not seen anything like him. Clad only in a small towel precariously dangling from his hips--water droplets streaming down every inch of his muscular frame--I knew right then and there, I'd finally seen male perfection in all its raw glory.

What happened next blew me away. It was now abundantly clear why he needed me...a fake fiancee.