We are so excited to bring you the Release Day Launch of Rachel Harris' THE FINE ART OF PRETENDING!
THE FINE ART OF PRETENDING is the first
book in Rachel's The Fine Art of Pretending Series published by Spencer
Hill Contemporary.
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Synopsis
According to the guys
at Fairfield Academy, there are two types of girls: the kind you hook up with,
and the kind you're friends with. Seventeen-year-old Alyssa Reed is the second
type. And she hates it. With just one year left to change her rank, she devises
a plan to become the first type by homecoming, and she sets her sights on the
perfect date—Justin Carter, Fairfield Academy’s biggest hottie and most
notorious player.
With 57 days until the dance, Aly launches Operation Sex Appeal and sheds her tomboy image. The only thing left is for Justin actually to notice her. Enter best friend Brandon Taylor, the school’s second biggest hottie, and now Aly’s pretend boyfriend. With his help, elevating from “funny friend” to “tempting vixen” is only a matter of time.
But when everything goes according to plan, the inevitable “break up” leaves their friendship in shambles, and Aly and Brandon with feelings they can’t explain. And the fake couple discovers pretending can sometimes cost you the one thing you never expected to want.
With 57 days until the dance, Aly launches Operation Sex Appeal and sheds her tomboy image. The only thing left is for Justin actually to notice her. Enter best friend Brandon Taylor, the school’s second biggest hottie, and now Aly’s pretend boyfriend. With his help, elevating from “funny friend” to “tempting vixen” is only a matter of time.
But when everything goes according to plan, the inevitable “break up” leaves their friendship in shambles, and Aly and Brandon with feelings they can’t explain. And the fake couple discovers pretending can sometimes cost you the one thing you never expected to want.
EXCERPT
An
exhale of breath leaves Brandon’s lips, almost like a laugh, and he scoots
closer to me on the blanket. I twist my legs under myself, sitting tall as I
face him. He cups my chin and tilts it toward him, drowning me in the now
dark-green depths of his eyes, the cologne I gave him for his birthday filling
my head. It’s woodsy and yummy and I always loved how it smelled on
the store testers, but on Brandon, it’s even sexier. My eyes flutter closed,
and I inhale again, this time slowly. Goose bumps prickle my arms, and my head
gets fuzzy.
Brandon
slides his hand down the column of my neck and brings the other up, threading
his fingers through the hair at my nape. His breath fans across my cheek, and
everything south of my bellybutton squeezes tight.
When
his mouth first meets mine, it’s hesitant, questioning. But as I move my lips
with his, he quickly grows bolder, coaxing them apart.
Desire,
pure and raw, electrifies my veins as his tongue sweeps my mouth. A whimpering
sound springs from my chest, and instinctively, I wrap my arms around his neck,
tugging him closer. Needing more. My teeth graze his full bottom lip, and I
pull it, sucking on it gently.
He moans and knots his fingers in my hair, and a thrill
dances down my back.
Brandon is an amazing kisser, just as I knew he would
be. I have no control over my body’s reactions. I lose myself in his lips, his
tongue, and his strong arms, forgetting time and space and even my
surroundings—until Gabi’s snicker brings reality crashing around us, reminding
me we have an audience.
And that I’m kissing Brandon.
We
break apart, out of breath, and stare into each other’s eyes.
That was unexpected.
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