I know, I know, I’m a nobody. But I’m hoping others discover my book coming out someday. And if you happen to trip upon this page and you have a Goodreads account, I would be forever indebted to you if you added ONE WEEK GIRLFRIEND to your ‘want to read’ shelf. Thanks muchly.
Temporary. That one single word best describes my life these last few years. I’m working at a temporary job until I can finally break free. I’m my little brother’s temporary mother since our mom doesn’t give a crap about either of us. And I’m that temporary girl all the guys want to get with because I give it up so easily. According to the rumors, at least.
But now I’m the temporary girlfriend of Drew Callahan, college football legend and all around golden guy. He’s beautiful, sweet—and he’s hiding way more secrets than I am. He’s brought me into this fake life where everyone seems to hate me. And everyone seems to want something from him. The only thing he seems to want though is…
I don’t know what to believe anymore. All I know is, I think Drew needs me. And I want to be there for him.
I’ve written a book. It’s a contemporary romance, and it falls under the new adult sub genre that’s floating around so hot and heavy lately. I’m proud of this book. It’s completely different from anything I’ve ever written before (and I write books under a different name but sshhh, it’s a secret). It will be out later this month. Here’s a sneak peek:
Too caught up…
Those three little words describe how I’m feeling at this very moment. Too caught up in your sweet, heartbreaking words, in your strong, capable arms and in your warm, soft lips. I’m too caught up in this…pretend life I’m so completely submersed in.
And you know what? I like it. I love it. Even though I know it’s fake. That the way you talk to me, look at me, touch me. Kiss me…is all for show. I don’t care. I want it.
I want you.
What I don’t get is why we’re here. Right now. I’m in your bed and we’re half naked, our arms and legs tangled around each other, the sheet slipping off our bodies because our skin is so hot, it feels like we’re burning alive. You keep kissing me and whispering in my ear how much you want me and oh, my God, I want you too, but that nagging little voice inside my head tells me we only have two more days together and then we go back to the real world.
Where you ignore me. And I ignore you. You’ll get what you want—shocking the hell out of your parents and all your so-called friends at home so they won’t bug you ever again. And I’ll get what I want, the money you promised me for ‘putting up with your shit for seven days’—direct quote—so I can take care of my little brother for at least a little while longer. We’ll settle back in to our usual roles.
Where you hate me and I hate you.
It’ll be a lie. I might’ve hated you before all of this, but now…
I think I’m falling in love with you.
I have a feeling it’s going to be an amazing new year!