RELEASE BLITZ
Title: Faking
It with the Frenemy
Author: Nadia
Lee
Genre: Contemporary
Romance/Romantic Comedy
Release Date:
May 22, 2020
BLURB
Until today, I never had to fake anything
with Wyatt Westland—owner of a demon cat and my high school
sweetheart-turned-nemesis-turned-billionaire tech genius. But I
wouldn't be here by his side right now if I could've found him a date.
I swore I'd never let myself get involved with Wyatt again after he
broke my heart all those years ago, but he moved in next door with his
adorable daughter. And the sexy single dad vibe he has going on began
to thaw my inner ice queen—the one I perfected just for him.
Then my eccentric boss asked me to find Wyatt a date to his ex-wife's
wedding. My boss even put a cherry on top of a huge bonus, and I
couldn't resist. Of course, not a single one of the heiresses I set
Wyatt up with worked. I'm convinced he ruined each date on purpose,
leaving me with no choice but to step up and stand in as his date
myself.
How hard can it be to fake it for just one day, even if every moment
reminds me of all the ways I fell for him the first time?
Faking It with
the Frenemy
is a second chance, lovers-to-enemies-to-lovers reunion romance with a
matchmaking mom determined to make the heroine marry for money (love is
optional), a billionaire single-dad hero who was the heroine’s first
love, a cat that wants to be a queen, a dog that loves what the cat
brings every morning, and a wild party with certain very
inappropriately named treats from Japan. Love a book with lots of
laughter and heart? Then grab Faking It with the Frenemy today!
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EXCERPT
I hop out of bed. The stupid alarm didn’t go off! No time to figure out
why; I need to get ready for work, pronto!
I take the fastest shower in history, then wrap my hair in a turban so
the towel can absorb the water. Not for the first time, I thank my
stars that I won the genetic hair jackpot. It doesn’t go poufy or
frizzy. Just stays nice and sleek without needing to be blow-dried.
Another huge towel wrapped around me, I trot to the kitchen to grab my
vitamin C serum from the fridge. I put it on every morning and night.
Looking my best is part of my new identity, and that means taking care
of my skin, among other things.
Just as I finish patting the serum onto my face and put the bottle back
in the fridge, the door to my apartment unlocks. Adrenaline spikes,
making my heart race.
A burglar?
I dismiss the possibility as soon as it pops into my head. Who breaks
into a place this early? It’s barely seven in the morning. Criminals
would be doing it at night or when people are at work. Not to mention
the apartment complex has a locked entry that requires you to have a
key or be buzzed in.
It’s probably just Evie, my absentee roommate. She somehow got finagled
into a Vegas marriage, but plans to move back in as soon as she manages
to divorce her crazy boss-cum-husband. Hopefully she isn’t here for
moral support, because I don’t have time to lend a shoulder right now.
The door opens, and a man in a black T-shirt and jeans walks in. A
baseball cap is pressed low on his head, covering most of his face.
Oh God! It is a burglar!
Cold fear pounds through my heart. I freeze, clutching the towel in my
fist as lurid crime headlines flash through my head.
Home Burglary Gone
Wrong: Secretary Slaughtered.
Boyfriend Sexually
Assaults His Ex.
Female Body Found,
Assaulted.
Panic spikes. I have no weapon!
I take a fraction of a second to take stock of my situation. Can’t run
back to the bedroom—the kitchen’s in a nook and the fridge is closer to
the door. The scum’s going to get me—he has a straight path to grab me
if I make a move back to the bedroom. What can I use as a weapon? A
knife? I don’t know how to throw it right, so that’d be like handing it
over. Jut slash at him? What if he knocks it out of my hand and uses it
against me? Besides, a kitchen isn’t the best place to fight. I have a
gas stove, and every action-flick kitchen fight ends with a gas
explosion.
But there’s a dirty wine glass in the sink. Yes! I grab it and hurl it at the
invader with a scream.
“Shit!” he says, flinching and raising an arm in reflexive defense.
To my shock and irritation, the glass doesn’t even hit him. It flies
low and shatters on the wooden floor at his feet.
Damn it! It was my best chance at hurting the asshole, and I blew it!
Should I just go for a knife anyway? I really wish I had a gun! Or a
nice, large, intruder-fending-off boyfriend like Jo was saying yesterday.
“What the hell?” he demands.
Did he just say what the hell, like he’s
shocked and upset?
“Kim?”
Wait, what?
“How do you know…” Finally he looks up, and I see the still-gorgeous
blue eyes and sexy mouth. The broad forehead and lean jaw line.
Recognition hits me like a cast iron skillet in the face. “Wyatt? What are
you doing here?” I demand, my terror turning into outrage.
“I live here.”
“No, you don’t! This is my apartment.”
“But the—”
“No!” I cut him off before he can make any excuses or weird explanations.
He’ll probably say something asinine, like how he won this place on a
bet, too.
My phone is charging on the small table by the couch. I’m calling the
cops and getting this crazy bastard arrested. Getting a wedding date
will be the least of his worries. Hopefully he’ll resist, so the cops
will have a reason to rough him up. I’m not asking for blood—just some
good, solid punches. Maybe a broken jaw.
Gritting my teeth, I come around the kitchen counter fast. Wyatt’s eyes
widen—ha! Bet he wasn’t expecting that!—and he starts toward me.
Oh, crap! I
leap for the phone, in my best grand
jetΓ© style, but he catches me with my toes still a few
inches above the floor. His arms squeeze so tight that the air gets
forced out of my lungs like ketchup from a squirt bottle.
Oh my God. He’s going to crush me until I pop.
“Let…me…go,” I wheeze, squirming and kicking, refusing to die like
this.
But the muscles I’m straining against feel like bunched piano wire, and
I make about as much progress against Wyatt as I would against a piece
of heavy construction equipment. This close, he smells like fresh pine
soap and laundry detergent, plus a hint of mint toothpaste on his
breath. I should’ve taken up karate instead of ballet. Then I could’ve
broken his nose and legs by now, and been inhaling the scent of his
blood instead.
“Will you stop?” he says. “You’re about to cut your feet up.” He moves,
and there’s a definite crunching noise from the floor.
The wine glass.
Wyatt carries me toward the sofa. “Damn it, Kim. The superintendent
gave me the key to this place. I’m moving in today.”
AUTHOR BIO
New York Times and USA Today bestselling author Nadia Lee writes sexy,
emotional contemporary romance. Born with a love for excellent food,
travel and adventure, she has lived in four different countries, kissed
stingrays, been bitten by a shark, ridden an elephant and petted
tigers.
Currently, she shares a condo overlooking a small river and sakura
trees in Japan with her husband and son. When she’s not writing, she
can be found reading books by her favorite authors or planning another
trip.
Stay in touch with her via her website, http://www.nadialee.net, or her blog http://www.nadialee.net/blog
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