HOMECOMING BY REBECCA NORINNE
Release Date: July 1, 2021
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Cover Design: Elle Maxwell Designs
About the Book:
Who knew falling in love with my fake girlfriend could feel so real?
I don’t have time for distractions, which is a huge problem since my new next-door neighbor Rosalie Wentworth is very distracting. She’s kind, beautiful, and makes me laugh like no woman ever has before.
Unfortunately, the two of us add up to one really sad country song—I’m nursing a bruised ego following a broken engagement and she’s suffering through a messy divorce—so I vow to set my attraction aside and focus on being her friend instead.
That’s easier said than done, however, since her mom is convinced Rosalie and I are perfect for each other. When one of her matchmaking schemes goes a step too far, Rosalie and I hatch a plan of our own: pretend to date for a couple of months to get her mom off our backs.
It’s foolproof, really.
Only, what started as a fake relationship is starting to feel very real, and now I don’t know if I can go back to the way things were before. Because it turns out if home is where the heart is, then Rosalie is mine.
She didn’t know why he didn’t like her.
Everyone liked her. She went out of her way to be cordial and welcoming. But this guy had a shield around him so thick that even in a crowded bar he sat alone and isolated. He watched the action on the restaurant floor with a bit of wistfulness. And she wondered what his story was.
“Is there a reason you don’t like me?” She couldn’t believe those words had spilled from her mouth. She had spent her entire life being nice, being polite, and being agreeable. But when she asked him, there had been a challenge in her voice. The freedom was liberating.
He ate his hash slowly as if savoring each bite of food. The chef was pretty amazing.
She waited as he chewed. He glanced out the side of his eyes, a gorgeous hazel that she totally should not have noticed. This close to him his scent was a mixture of sunscreen and warmth and clean sweat as if he’d spent the day in the sun. Earthy. Masculine. And very, very sexy.
She shouldn’t notice how sexy he was. He didn’t like her.
She was tired of waiting for an answer. She propped her hands on her hips and leaned into his personal space. “You don’t even know me.”
“I don’t have to know you.” He flipped a glance her way. “I know your type.”
Her type? “What type? Nice? Invested in making people happy?”
“Rich, clueless, and arrogant.”
“Yeah, well you’re grumpy, irritating, and wrong.”
Her feet throbbed and now her head ached. She rarely cried but everything about today had been difficult. Feeling like a fish out of water wasn’t pleasant. She wanted to go back to her busy life and her active friendships. But she was stuck here for the moment. And her eyes burned.
Tracy took a deep breath and focused on something else. She needed to channel her alter ego. What would Cee-Cee do?
She had imagined Cee-Cee For so long. Cee-Cee spoke her mind and didn’t worry about optics. She didn’t even know what optics were.
“I’m making the best of a bad situation.” She defended her actions.
But as she looked at him, she realized there was more going on than his slightly derogatory comments about her. He’d done a weird turn thing so he wasn’t facing the bar but sort of sideways. It had to be hard to eat that way.
“You need to stop running away from your problems.”
Her heart stopped. Did he know who she was? Hopefully he was just intuitive. “Easier said than done.”
“Of course it is. Hard things aren’t supposed to be easy.” He said it as if he was intimately familiar with hard things.
She wasn’t about to let him off the hook. He clearly had his own issues.
“Maybe you need to take your own advice,” she shot back. Damn straight.
“Maybe you’re right.”