Blind dates never worked out for me. The person my friends thought might be perfect for me wasn't! Most often, they were horribly wrong. But what about asking a friend to "pretend" to be your date so that you aren't alone at a family event?
Having a friend come with me to events is good. I feel more relaxed and enjoy the event more. But for our heroine in Love Is...sparks fly and the pretend date may become so much more.
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.
This fun romance is a perfect book, filled with laughter and an amazing characters!
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.
Musings from Michigan