Sunday, 15 December 2013

#NewRelease - Best Fake Day




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Best Fake
Day

by

Tracey Rogers

Contemporary
Romance

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Available from Beachwalk Press

Blurb

Faking it never felt so good.
Wedding photographer and romance lover Izzy Latham dreams
of finding her own happily-ever-after. When her former teenage crush arrives at
her doorstep, looking sexier than ever, and asks to marry her, it should be her
dream come true, right? Wrong. It turns out he doesn't want to actually marry
her—he only wants to pretend to marry her.

Marriage hater Jack Carter will do anything to close his
latest business deal, including finding a wife. The only person who can help him
is his childhood friend, Izzy. Except Izzy isn't a little girl anymore. She's
definitely all woman, and there's an attraction between them that's hard to
ignore.

Jack has to convince Izzy to fake it, but the problem is
that she hates to lie. However, she can't deny her feelings for him either. So
when Jack makes her an offer she can't refuse, she reluctantly agrees to help
him out.

Faking it is the easy part. But what happens when fake
starts to feel so real?

Content Warning: contains sensual sex and occasional strong
language




Excerpt

"Let me work off the money," Izzy said.
She felt Jack's gaze rake over her body, watched the clench
of his jaw. "And how are you planning to work it off, Isabel?" he
almost growled. "Is that what all of this is about?" he
asked as his hand made an indicating sweep over her body. "Dress to
impress so you can pay me in kind?"

"Oh God, no," she spluttered. "This
is me showing you I'm not the weak, naïve girl I used to be and I won't be
pushed around!"

The hard glint in his eyes softened slightly. "You
were never weak. Naïve…" He trailed off. "So how exactly were
you planning to pay me back?"

"Working here for you for free until I pay you back. I
could collect glasses, work the bar, or clean."

"And you have experience in any of those roles?"
"No. But I could learn."
"But what about the house repairs?"
She shrugged. "I could do that during the daytime and
work here at night. Then when I'm earning again from my day job I'll pay you
back."

"And what exactly is your day job?"
"I'm a photographer. I could even do that here. Take
photographs of the patrons and sell them for you."

"You work freelance?”
"I have my own business." She hesitated before
elaborating. "As a wedding photographer," she said quickly, hoping he
wouldn't snag the teasing opportunity.

Too late. The corner of his mouth quirked until it bloomed
until a grin. "A wedding photographer. How appropriate. I knew playing
dress-up with your mother's veil and having teddy bears as your guests would
have an influence on you one day."

"You mean like wanting to have a traditional wedding
where the groom doesn't have to bribe the bride? Yeah, my childhood messed me
up real bad," she said with sarcasm.

"You're not working here, Izzy. And this conversation
is over."

"No, it's not. I'm giving you a solution to paying off
what I owe. I'll work off the amount Ellie paid for our debts and the rest you
get from her. So when do I start?"

"You are not working here."
"Why?"
"Do you really want to have some guy groping you as
you serve drinks? Or a group of guys? I run a tight ship and look out for my
staff, but sometimes it happens."

"I can look after myself. I have been groped before,
you know. I can deal with it."

He slid his chair closer, bending his legs so hers
surrounded him without touching, but close, very close. He looked up at her
under dark lashes. "So if some guy puts a hand on your leg you wouldn’t
mind?"

She shook her head.
"And if that hand strayed beneath your dress?" he
asked as his hand reached out to graze the sensitive skin of her inner thigh,
making her shudder.

She shook her head slowly, earning a dark look. Of course
she would mind. But this was Jack.

He stood abruptly, stepping into the v of her thighs.
"And if a guy tried to kiss you?"

"I have been kissed before, remember?" she said,
inwardly cringing at how breathless she sounded.

"I remember being a boy kissing you as a girl. If I
were to kiss you now I wouldn’t be holding back and I wouldn’t be kissing you
as a boy—I’d be kissing you as a man."

"Then do it," she demanded.

Author bio

A devourer of books from an early age, I spent much of my
childhood stepping into wardrobes, searching for that magical snowy world where
conversing with animals would be expected. When I wasn't searching for those worlds,
I wrote about them instead. My first step into the world of romance was when I
stole sneak peeks into my nana's books. I'm still in that world and refuse to
leave.

I live in Staffordshire, UK, with my husband and three
wonderful children. An avid reader and writer of romance, I strongly believe
that words make the world go around.

You can find me


Or email me at: traceyrogersaut@gmail.com

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