Best Fake Day by
Tracey Rogers
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.
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About the Author
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.
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