Title: Fluffy
Author: Julia Kent
Genre: Romantic Comedy/Contemporary Romance
Release Date: April 30, 2019
Blurb
An all-new STANDALONE from New York Times bestselling author Julia Kent
It all started with the wrong Help Wanted ad. Of course it did.
I’m a professional fluffer. It’s NOT what you think. I stage homes for a
living. Real estate agents love me, and my work stands on its own merits.
Sigh. Get your mind out of the gutter. Go ahead. Laugh. I’ll wait.
See? That’s the problem. My career has used the term “fluffer” for
decades. I didn’t even know there was a more… lascivious definition of the
term.
Until it was too late.
The ad for a “professional fluffer” on Craigslist seemed like divine
intervention. My last unemployment check was in the bank. I was desperate. Rent
was due. The ad said cash paid at the end of the day.
The perfect job!
Staging homes means showing your best angle. The same principle applies
in making a certain kind of movie. Turns out a “fluffer” doesn’t arrange
decorative pillows on a couch.
They arrange other soft, round-ish objects.
The job isn’t hard. Er, I mean, it is — it’s about being hard. Or, well…
helping other people to be hard.
Oh, man…
And that’s the other problem. A man. No, not one of the stars on the
movie set. Will Lotham – my high school crush. The owner of the house where
we’re filming. Illegally. In a vacation rental.
By the time the cops show up, what I thought was just a great house
staging gig turned into a nightmare involving pictures of me with a naked star,
Will rescuing me from an arrest, and a humiliating lesson in my own naivete.
My job turned out to be so much harder than I expected. But you know
what’s easier than I ever imagined?
Having all my dreams come true.
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Momma Says: 4 stars⭐⭐⭐⭐
Fluffy is the perfect easy-going weekend read. It's lighthearted, sexy, and laugh out loud hilarious. Mallory is totally relatable, and Will is a complete sweetheart, so it's easy to root for this pair. The romance is a bit of a slow burn, but the story moves at a good pace with one crazy situation after another, so it feels like things happen faster than they do. I love that not only did I fall in love with the romantic couple, but the secondary characters are just as rich and interesting. This is a story that pulls a reader in and doesn't let go. One of those that you just want to dive into and stay there. We do get a nugget of lead in for whatever comes next for this crazy group of friends, and I can't wait to see where that goes. Until then. I'll be recommending Fluffy to anyone who enjoys a good RomCom.
Excerpt
“I can't
tonight. I have a date,” I blurt out, remembering David. The dating app. The
asshole who isn't an asshole.
Yet. I
haven't met him, so that judgment remains withheld.
“A date?”
Will asks, intrigued.
“Yes. A
date. You know, that thing where you go out with someone who has no intention
of really getting to know you and you spend the entire time eating bread that
doesn’t taste as good as your date claims and trying to decide whether to
initiate rescue-text sequences with your mom.”
“That’s
your idea of a date?”
“That is my
actual experience of every date I’ve had since college.”
“You’re
dating the wrong guys.” He holds my gaze for just a little too long. I look
away.
“I have to
keep fishing in the pond if I ever want to catch a different one.”
“If that’s
the way you talk to your dates, I am beginning to understand why they all turn
out so badly.”
“Hey!”
“What?”
“Don’t
accuse me of being a bad date. I’m a great date! I Google the guy in advance
and read his LinkedIn profile. I make sure I don’t wear super-tall heels in
case he lied about his height on his dating profile. I pretend to care about
all his hobbies and don’t reveal that I’m secretly tallying all the
micro-aggressions he’s sending my way during appetizers and wine. And if he
makes it to dessert, well–” I falter.
“You never make
it to dessert, do you?” Will asks, eyebrows up. He drops them quickly, wincing.
“I–well–it’s
not that I don’t. He doesn’t!”
“He ditches
you?”
“No! No!
It’s just that he always has a thing.”
“A thing?”
“A work
emergency. Or a dog with a twisted bowel. Or a grandma in the ER.”
“How many
guys used the twisted-canine-intestine thing?”
“Three.” I
sit down and sag against his teenage desk, elbows sliding forward, fingers deep
in my hair. “I looked it up. There’s an entire subreddit devoted to inventive
ways to get out of a bad date.”
“And yet
here you are.” He leans against the edge of his desk. “Trying again.”
“I’m a
masochist.”
His eyes
gleam. “Maybe you should start your dates with that line. ‘Hi. I’m Mallory
Monahan. I’m a masochist.’ You’d definitely make it to dessert.”
Author Bio
New York Times and USA Today Bestselling Author Julia Kent
writes romantic comedy with an edge. From billionaires to BBWs to new adult
rock stars, Julia finds a sensual, goofy joy in every contemporary romance she
writes. Unlike Shannon from Shopping for
a Billionaire, she did not meet her husband after dropping her phone in a
men's room toilet (and he isn't a billionaire). She lives in New England with
her husband and three sons in a household where the toilet seat is never, ever,
down.
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