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Author: Julia Kent
Release date: April 30, 2019
Genre: Romantic Comedy, Contemporary Romance
Cover Designer: Hang Le
Editor: Elisa Reed
Audiobook narrator: Erin Mallon
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It all started with the wrong Help Wanted ad. Of course it did.
a professional fluffer. It’s NOT what you think. I stage homes for a
living. Real estate agents love me, and my work stands on its own
Sigh. Get your mind out of the gutter. Go ahead. Laugh. I’ll wait.
That’s the problem. My career has used the term “fluffer” for decades. I
didn’t even know there was a more… lascivious definition of the term.
Until it was too late.
ad for a “professional fluffer” on Craigslist seemed like divine
intervention. My last unemployment check was in the bank. I was
desperate. Rent was due. The ad said cash paid at the end of the day.
The perfect job!
homes means showing your best angle. The same principle applies in
making a certain kind of movie. Turns out a “fluffer” doesn’t arrange
decorative pillows on a couch.
They arrange other soft, round-ish objects.
The job isn’t hard. Er, I mean, it is — it’s about being hard. Or, well… helping other people to be hard.
that’s the other problem. A man. No, not one of the stars on the movie
set. Will Lotham – my high school crush. The owner of the house where
we’re filming. Illegally. In a vacation rental.
time the cops show up, what I thought was just a great house staging gig
turned into a nightmare involving pictures of me with an undressed
naked star, Will rescuing me from an arrest, and a humiliating lesson in
my own naivete.
My job turned out to be so much harder than I expected. But you know what’s easier than I ever
Having all my dreams come true.
Yet. I haven't met him, so that judgment remains withheld.
“A date?” Will asks, intrigued.
A date. You know, that thing where you go out with someone who has no
intention of really getting to know you and you spend the entire time
eating bread that doesn’t taste as good as your date claims and trying
to decide whether to initiate rescue-text sequences with your mom.”
“That’s your idea of a date?”
“That is my actual experience of every date I’ve had since college.”
“You’re dating the wrong guys.” He holds my gaze for just a little too long. I look away.
“I have to keep fishing in the pond if I ever want to catch a different one.”
“If that’s the way you talk to your dates, I am beginning to understand why they all turn out so badly.”
accuse me of being a bad date. I’m a great date! I Google the guy in
advance and read his LinkedIn profile. I make sure I don’t wear
super-tall heels in case he lied about his height on his dating profile.
I pretend to care about all his hobbies and don’t reveal that I’m
secretly tallying all the micro-aggressions he’s sending my way during
appetizers and wine. And if he makes it to dessert, well–” I falter.
“You never make it to dessert, do you?” Will asks, eyebrows up. He drops them quickly, wincing.
“I–well–it’s not that I don’t. He doesn’t!”
“He ditches you?”
“No! No! It’s just that he always has a thing.”
“A work emergency. Or a dog with a twisted bowel. Or a grandma in the ER.”
“How many guys used the twisted-canine-intestine thing?”
I sit down and sag against his teenage desk, elbows sliding forward,
fingers deep in my hair. “I looked it up. There’s an entire subreddit
devoted to inventive ways to get out of a bad date.”
“And yet here you are.” He leans against the edge of his desk. “Trying again.”
“I’m a masochist.”
eyes gleam. “Maybe you should start your dates with that line. ‘Hi. I’m
Mallory Monahan. I’m a masochist.’ You’d definitely make it to
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York Times and USA Today Bestselling Author Julia Kent writes romantic
comedy with an edge. From billionaires to BBWs to new adult rock stars,
Julia finds a sensual, goofy joy in every contemporary romance she
writes. Unlike Shannon from Shopping for a Billionaire, she did not meet
her husband after dropping her phone in a men's room toilet (and he
isn't a billionaire). She lives in New England with her husband and
three sons in a household where the toilet seat is never, ever, down
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