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Zane Phillips mistook me for his dog walker. It shouldn’t surprise me that the man with a suit more expensive than my rent would assume that I was there to serve him. The positive? I put him in his place. The negative? I missed my job interview because of it. Now I find out he’s a rich Australian entrepreneur, and he wants to make up for tanking my interview.

Yes, he’s impossibly hot – but he’s also an arrogant jackass – so…no thanks.

But after a little white lie I tell spirals out of control, I’m somehow offered the chance to play Zane’s girlfriend to help promote his new dating website – and the best part? He can’t say no because he’ll get caught in his lie, too.

Little did I know this would entail sharing a tour bus with him for the next few months. The fact that the bus has just one bed isn’t the most ideal of circumstances, but this spokesperson gig might be the kick in the pants my career needs, so why not take a chance?

Famous last words.

Now I’m crisscrossing the country – and sharing that bed – with the one guy I can’t stand. And even worse, my traitorous body is wondering at every turn what it’s like to be down under the gorgeous Australian. But as the miles unfurl, so does our passion…and if I’m not careful, I might end up believing that fairy tales really do come true.

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Exclusive Excerpt + Giveaway: Faking It
By K. Bromberg

Exclusive Excerpt + Giveaway: Faking It

Coming next week, K. Bromberg is back with a new, sexy rom com about chance encounters that can unexpectedly turn into fairy tales.  FAKING IT is funny, full of heart and features an Australian hottie you’ll end up falling in love with. I’m thrilled to share an excerpt, plus your opportunity to win a signed copy and a $10 gift card (enter on the left-hand side of the post, below the synopsis)!

“I’m a grown man, I can sleep with whomever I want to.”

My laugh is full and throaty and mocking. “Not when you’ve found the love of your life, you can’t. What would poor Robert think if he found out you were sleeping with someone else while supposedly dating me? I don’t think that would go over too well.” I shake my head slowly, enjoying seeing Zane squirm. “Don’t you hate that your own plan backfired. That you tried to get me off—”

“If I tried to get you off, I’d be more than successful—and you’d be in a much better mood.”

“Don’t be a dick.”

“That’s what I’m known for, sweetheart.”

We wage a visual war, both of us glaring at one another as we try to navigate our newfound situation.

“It’s a simple fix,” he says, voice low, body on the defensive. “Tell Robert you can no longer do it. Your mom is sick. Your dog died. You got a bigger job elsewhere. Whatever.”

“So what? You can give the job to Simone?” I look over his shoulder to the people beyond and find the woman I’d heard bragging earlier. She’s stunningly gorgeous in every way imaginable—hair, body, lips, style. “Isn’t she the one who was telling everyone about all the work she has and how she can barely fit this on her schedule if she were to get the job? That Simone? She’ll live, Zane. And I’ll save her the heartache of getting played and thinking there is actually something between you two.”

“You’re a real piece of—”

“Careful what you say about your girlfriend, Zane.” He grits his teeth and I roll my eyes. “Oh please—”

“Will you shut up?” he growls.

“No. It’s one photo shoot. Big deal. It’s the least you can do—”

Before I can finish the words, Zane’s lips are on mine. He’s heat and fire and sparks of anger are on his tongue. They stun me momentarily as I try to hold my ground . . . but hell, the man can kiss.

I’m stuck in that suspended state of wanting to take a stand and push him off of me, all the while wanting to kiss him back and take what he’s offering.

And just when I make the decision—just when his free hand slides up the bare plain of my back and the heat of his body seeps through my dress in the front, he shocks me by pulling apart from me.

It takes me a second to catch my breath. To find my bearings. To remember my thoughts.

“Robert was watching,” he murmurs as his eyes bore into mine. As unaffected as his words sound, his body, his lips, his fingers moving as if they’re itching to touch all say something completely different. “Just keeping up pretexts.”

Flustered when I don’t get flustered, I need to do something to right the confusion I feel and put us back on even footing. Without thinking, I fist my hands in his vest and step on my tiptoes, and press my lips to his. I meet his kiss match for match—in heat, in anger, in confusion, in curiosity.

When I break my lips from his and draw in a shaky breath, I love the bewildered look on his face. “Just keeping up pretexts,” I repeat his words with an innocent bat of my lashes and nonchalant shrug.

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