Fake a relationship, date for a few weeks to make their crushes jealous, then stage a breakup.
Little did Gabby and Quinn know the cost could be their friendship.
They knew the game they were playing was dangerous, yet lived under the false illusion that their bond was strong enough to withstand anything. But as they found themselves longing to surrender to their growing feelings, each began to question what they truly wanted.
Can what started as an illusion become a beautiful reality? Or will a simple game of make-believe destroy Gabby and Quinn’s precious friendship?
Rachael Brownell is an award-winning romance author. She resides in the midwest with her husband, son, and fur-babies. A morning person at heart, Rachael is a coffee addict who enjoys writing characters readers can connect with. She’s also known for placing those same characters in situations that will make you feel like you’re right there with them, going through the experience.
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Logan-freaking-Oliver.Sure the million-dollar pretty boy can play football. At least that’s what the
papers lead us to believe. Me though, I’m not so convinced.Sure he’s got a backside you could bounce quarters off, arms you want wrapped
around you, dimples you’d drown in and hair you’d sell your mother to pull…
but is he a nice guy or has he let fame go to his head?
I wasn’t one of his adoring fans, throwing my granny panties at his feet…
that was until I met him and he completely screwed me…
“So, you’re really not coming out with me?” “Not tonight.”
“What are you gonna do instead? Sit in your room and hang out with Mrs Palmer?”
“Who?” “You know…Mrs Palmer and her five daughters?” Bryce was looking at me
like I should know exactly what he was carrying on about. The truth was, I had
no fucking idea. He’d completely lost the plot. “Spank the monkey? Flog your
log?” Ah, now I knew where he was going with this. Arsehole. “Choke the
chicken? Jerkin’ your gherkin?” Holding up my hand, I begged. “Please! Enough.
Please stop.” “So touchy. Maybe you should try giving the old slug a tug. You
never know, it might relax you. You know, take the edge off. Relieve some of
that pent-up stress.”
Rebecca is a clumsy, introverted, bubble bath loving,
chocoholic who’d rather read a book than go shopping. And don’t even mention
Rebecca is a lucky girl – one of four kids to school teacher parents. Wife to a
football obsessed husband. Mother to a fur-baby who has no idea how big he is.
Aunt to the most crazy/adorable little girls. And sister to two very determined
sisters and one easy going brother.
Rebecca lives in Canberra Australia and spends way too many hours a day working
the day job.
She is a book whore who can easily (and happily) read a book from start to
finish in one sitting and spends her spare time writing.