Paint Me Beautiful: a Tale of Anorexia, a Love Story, and the Rebirth of Claire Simone

Paint Me Beautiful, a New Adult/Contemporary Romance Novel Recommended for Ages 18 and Up.

The second and final book, "Color Me Pretty" is available now!
From the Bestselling Author of the Never say Never Trilogy (Tasting Never, Finding Never, & Keeping Never)

“I'm dying to be beautiful.”

My story isn't unique.  You've heard it before.  I'm just a girl who doesn't eat as much as she should.  See, I have goals, big ones, and nobody is going to stop me, not even a boy named Emmett.  He has good intentions and he's hot as hell, but he doesn't understand what it's like to want something so bad that you'll do anything for it.  I'm going to become a model, even if it kills me.  Dream big or go home, that's what they always say, right?

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PAINT ME BEAUTIFUL EXCERPT:

Emmett looks up at me, and the moonlight catches on his brown eyes, making them shimmer with color and life.  I think I could get a crush on this guy pretty easily.  If I had time for crushes, I would welcome Mr. Sinclair with open arms.  As things stand, this could be our first and last date.  I decide that if it is, at the very least I should at least let myself taste those lips.  They're puffy and pink and far too nice to be on a man's face.  Admittedly, I'm a little jealous.  I scoot forward and lean over, putting my hands on either side of Emmett's knees, dragging my breasts against his jeans as I press my face close and let my eyelids flicker shut.
As if on cue, he moves into me, tangling his hand in my hair, pressing hot heat to my cold lips, tasting me with long teasing strokes of tongue that cut through my cold shivers and replace them with sudden contractions of my muscles as my body cries out hungrily, desperate for another bite.  I hold back, denying it with sheer strength of will.  Just as I deny myself calories for fear of the repercussions, I will deny myself Emmett Sinclair and whatever it is that he's offering.  We just met today, and he's making me think weird things, putting strange thoughts in my head.  I don't know how or why, but he sees that I need help, and he's willing to give it.
I touch the back of Emmett's neck, run my fingers up into his shaggy hair and pull his hat away so I can tease and stroke and explore.  Our kiss lasts minutes, stretches out long and warm, twists like taffy and solidifies into this little nugget of something.  If I thought I was going to be able to escape Emmett after one date, I was wrong.
I want … no, need more, and like food to my hungry body, I can only resist so long before it kills me.