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Remember that time you accidentally sexted your in-laws?Yeah. I just did that. Except worse. Now my million social media followers are reading and sharing the rude, smartass message I meant to send privately to my little sister...and I’m officially public enemy number one.I’m Beck Ryder. Former boy bander. Underwear model. Fashion mogul. And I just buried my entire leg in my mouth—not just my foot—modern internet style, and publicly insulted my sister’s neighbor.Sarah Dempsey.Also known as the woman of my dreams, who loves geeky TV shows, baseball, and giraffes, who’s just as turned on by food as I am, and who has a huge secret that I didn’t see coming.Now it's time to grovel and apologize publicly on social media and hope that those same followers who helped start the raging shitstorm will help calm the waters. Because Sarah doesn’t want the spotlight. For very good reasons that I can’t tell you right now and trying to convince her to be my fake girlfriend to fix this mess and make me look like less of a jackass is worse than taking a kick to the nuts by Jackie Chan. And I thought modeling underwear made me feel naked.Trying to start a relationship in the era of the twitterazzi isn’t all that it’s cracked up to be.America’s Geekheart is a rockin’ fun romantic comedy featuring a billionaire fashion mogul who got his start modeling underwear, the geeky girl next door with a secret the size of California, and more superstitions and secrets than you can shake a baseball bat at. It stands alone with no cheating or cliffhangers.
I didn't mean to kidnap the groom.It was an accident.Mostly...At least I didn't take much time to plan it. It was more of a spur of the moment kidnapping. Does that count?One minute, the town's bad boy is standing at the altar about to marry the world's most evil kindergarten teacher. The next, he's passed out in my Vespa sidecar with his bride hot on our tail.But I didn't have a choice! I couldn't stand by and watch Jace O'Dell be blackmailed into a loveless marriage. And besides, what's a little kidnapping between friends? Okay, so maybe we're not just friends...And maybe I can't quit thinking about that night at his bar when he closed up early and had me on the rocks.And maybe this crazy stunt is going to blow up in both of our faces.If it does, I'm blaming the moonshine.Even though the only thing I'm hammered on when it comes to Jace is love-straight up, no chaser.
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