Love is... fun
Love is...finding that special someone
Love is...curling up with a good book
Love is...a New Release!
Love Is- the latest release by author SE Harmon.
If you love a story of friends to lovers with a dash of humor, you're going to love Love Is.
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.
Before I could change my mind, I called out for Julian. “Julie!”
After a moment, he cracked the screen door and stuck his head through. He had a pint of my whole fruit sorbet in one hand and a spoon handle sticking out of his mouth. “Don’t call me that. Whadd’ya want?”
I scowled. “Black cherry is my favorite. Isn’t that my last one?”
He scowled right back, pulling out the spoon and pointing it in my direction. “Didn’t you drink my last wine cooler?”
Oh. Memory refreshed. Indignation shelved. “I need a date,” I declared.
“Honey, you are not my type, fabulous hair notwithstanding.”
“Get over yourself, Sparks.” I flipped the aforementioned hair over my shoulder. I closed the browser window before I officially went insane. “Find me someone suitable.”
The word “suitable” really could mean just about anything. I rubbed the back of my neck, thinking. “I don’t know,” I finally said. “The usual suspects.”
“So…Kevin Spacey then?” Julian made a frustrated noise. “Come on, give me something to work with. Tall? Short? Blond? Brunette?”
“Just pick someone. Someone…nice.”
Nice. That sounded corny as hell, but that was where I was in my life. I didn’t care how he looked or what he did. I needed someone to play a role. Someone to take home and trot in front of my family to prove to everyone I was perfectly all right.
And if he could be hot enough to make Adam’s bottom lip drop like a scroll, well, I could probably live with that.
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.
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