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It's happened to the best of us...A family member asks a personal question and we punt! We put our foot in our mouth! Rather than making ourselves look bad, we tell a small fib, a white lie...After all, what could go wrong?? It's not like they will find out!! Or Will They!??!!??
In SE Harmon's latest release, Love Is..., our heroine tells just one little white lie about a date and then must find a guy on short notice to "pretend" and help her save face. In this fun tale of a mismatched couple, Ms. Harmon will make you laugh out loud at the antics and cheer as you hope for a happy ending. Either way, you won't be able to put the book down!
Sometimes what starts out as fake can get all too real.
Things started out innocently enough. Put on the spot by my sister about going on a blind date, I mention I’m already dating someone else. But then she wants to meet him. Better yet, she wants me to bring him to our upcoming family gathering so he can meet everyone. Which would be a fantastic idea if he wasn’t a complete work of fiction.
My best friend, Julian, suggests I bring a fake date, and it sounds like a good plan. What could go wrong? We’ll go home, spend the weekend with my family, and they’ll stop setting me up on blind dates. No one gets hurt and no one has to know. Easy peasy, right?
But then there’s Jackson. And it’s no coincidence that his last name is Sparks.
Maybe one day I’ll learn that listening to Julian is always a recipe for disaster. Someday I’ll remember that he talks faster than he thinks, and any idea out of his mouth is probably a bad one. Until then, let me explain how I got into this mess. My name is Avery Jane, and I’m about to show you what happens when a fake relationship gets all too real.
When I could speak again, I laid out a set of specs that did not include any hugging, kissing, or calling one another nicknames that would make me hurl. “We’ve been together a month, Sparks. You call me AJ or honey. You live for my every word. You think I’m adorable and sweet.”
“I do?” He rounded his eyes. “Our cover story should include my concussion, then.”
“Laugh it up, Sparks. ’Cause when we touch down in Coral Bay, I’m sweet and sexy and all you can think about it.”
“I don’t think that’ll be too much of a problem.”
My eyes jerked up to his. His eyes were warm and intent on mine. It would be easy to get caught up in a gaze like that. A flush slowly inched up my neck that I was powerless to stop. My libido needed a swift kick because it was clearly malfunctioning. Surely I was not crushing on a footloose and fancy free playboy whose longest relationship was with an Amazon Echo.
About the Author:
S.E. Harmon has had a lifelong love affair with writing. It’s been both wonderful and rocky (they've divorced several times), but they always manage to come back together. She's a native Floridian with a Bachelor of Arts and a Masters in Fine Arts, and now splits her days between voraciously reading romance novels and squirreling away someplace to write them. Her current beta reader is a nosy American Eskimo who begrudgingly accepts payment in the form of dog biscuits.