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Faking It never felt so good in this red-hot new standalone by New York Times bestselling author K. Bromberg–available now!

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First Thoughts

Review

I am just so, soooooo in love with this book! K. Bromberg did it again with Faking It. I read and listened (hello Aussie accent) to this one and I highly recommend it to everyone. I’ve been having such a solid start to the new year with some amazing reads and this one makes my #RSFave list!

Fake relationships and enemies-to-lovers have become a new obsession, so all lovers of these tropes will definitely love Faking It. Everything about Zane and Harloe’s relationship is pure perfection, it’s hilarious and just dripping with sexiness. Ohhhh and the tension is sooooo thick between them.

I love a good banter sesh between two characters and it’s even better when there’s many of them. I like how their “fake relationship” was essentially something that both kind of brought onto each other, just to try and spite each other. Fooled them! You’ll enjoy their journey as when eventually when all the fake turns into something real, and feelings become more involved. I’m sure neither one expected it, but at that point, it was just the matter of them owning up to their feelings.

I couldn’t get enough of these two and just wanted so much more! I was laughing, awwwwing at the bit of romance that Zane lays on, and my heartstrings were tugged on as Zane and Harloe figure things out.

I’m forever a fan of K. Bromberg’s and absolutely can’t wait to read her next book!

[rating stars=”four-half-stars”]

Excerpt

“I have connections.” Brilliant, Zane. Fucking brilliant. That’s how you get her to not run away from you? By giving her a sleazy line? “Maybe I could help you find something.”

“I couldn’t care less about your connections.” She hangs her head and when she lifts it, I watch her reign in the pride I feel like a dick for bruising. “I’m sorry. That was rude. Like I said, thank you.” She holds up the papers and offers a reticent smile.

“Look . . .” I take a step toward her, more than aware that I don’t want her to go just yet and questioning why I’m even bringing this up. “I have an event I’m holding at the end of the week. You should come. I could introduce you to some people. There might be some job opportunities there.”

“Thanks, but no thanks. I’m not that kind of girl.” The roll of her eyes has me realizing how she took my comment.

My laugh makes my dog lift her head. “That’s not exactly what I meant, Harlow. I run a matchmaking website, not an escort service.”

“Good to know. So basically that means you cherry pick the women you want to date after you scope out all their information. I assure you now I can sleep better at night knowing this.”

“You’re exhausting.” And she is, but in the most fascinating of ways.

“You’re one to talk.” She crosses her arms over her chest and lifts her eyebrows.

I hold my hands up. “All I was trying to say is connections matter in this town. You and I both know that. My event . . . there is going to be a lot of people there. Industry people,” I say more than aware I just let it slip that I looked her up and know she works in the industry.

“Good. Great. Can you go now?”

But there’s a crack of a smile on her face. A chink in her defensive armor that tells me I’m getting somewhere.

“You have to take opportunities when they present themselves.” She doesn’t say anything but the slight smile remains. “Zane Phillips. Nice to meet you.” I stick my hand out. She looks down at it and nods but doesn’t shake it.

God, she’s stubborn.

And damn gorgeous.

“And you’re Harlow Nicks.”

“Considering you had my electric bill, I guess that means you know how to read.”

“I do.” I nod. “And I also have your email address from your interview paperwork.”

“Should I worry that you’re stalking me?”

I shake my head and sigh. “I’ll email you the information about the party—”

“—don’t bother—”

“—it’s on Friday night. Cocktail attire. Lots of networking.”

“I won’t read it.”

I flash a megawatt smile at her and then turn to walk away. “Yes, you will.”

And she will.

It’s rare that a woman resists me. She’s trying but I’ll win in the end. It just seems for the time being that I have my work cut out for me.

I’m a man who always has an end goal in mind. Always.

There’s no point in setting a goal if you don’t plan on smashing it.

Question is, what in the hell am I aiming for when it comes to Harlow Nicks?