Faking the Pass By Tru Taylor

Genres: Adult, Contemporary, Romance

Fake marry the smokin’ hot NFL quarterback who dumped me in high school? Hard pass.

…Or it would be, if my Hollywood disaster of an ex-fiancé wasn’t trying to destroy my career—and bankrupt me in the process.

Cue Presley Lowe.
Big-time quarterback. Bigger ego. Even bigger… contract.
The boy who broke my heart, then dared to somehow get even hotter with age.

He says a fake marriage will solve both our problems.
I say he’s lost his mind.

But I’m broke, blacklisted, and backed into a corner.
So now I’m wearing Presley’s ring, taking couple-selfies, and sleeping one wall away from the man who gave me my first heartbreak—and my last good kiss.

I pretend not to notice when he walks around shirtless.
He pretends he doesn’t remember exactly how I like to be kissed.

We’re both lying.
But it’s all temporary. Totally fake.

Right?

So why does every look he gives me scream mine?

And why am I starting to feel like there’s nothing I wouldn’t give to keep hearing him say, my wife?

What happens when your fake husband is also the boy you never got over?

 Faking the Pass is a fun and flirty steamy small town romantic comedy ideal for fans of Pippa Grant, Lucy Score, Megan Quinn, Melanie Harlow, Lauren Blakely, and Abby Jiminez.

It’s the perfect next read for readers who love these tropes:

Fake Marriage
NFL Quarterback Hero/ high school ex
First love, second chance
Runaway Bride
One Bed / Forced Proximity
Tight-knit family of football-playing brothers
Swoon-worthy, heartfelt, slow burn romance

Excerpt:

I’d been wrong to think I’d be able to spend so much time in close proximity with him and keep up my resistance to his charms.
I couldn’t fight it anymore. 
Not after watching that video of our fake wedding.. 
But I’d thought of a way to handle this that would keep me safe. At least somewhat. 
When I saw him open the door to the house to come inside, I opened my own door and went to meet him. 
Presley turned to me, rubbing his wet hair with a towel and causing that ripped abdominal area to put on a fascinating show. 
“Hey.” He sounded surprised. “Get caught up on your rest?”
Walking straight up to him, I placed my hands on those delicious abs. The contrast of hot, smooth skin and firm muscle was delicious. 
It made me want to devour him and be devoured by him. 
“Yes. And now I’m ready,” I said. 
His eyelids flared, then dropped to half-mast, like he was experiencing a rush of pleasure. 
“Ready for what?” he asked in a low, growly tone. 
“To amend the contract.” 
Something inside me had been freed—a wild thing, like a prowling jungle cat let out of a cage. 
I let my hands explore Presley’s stomach and chest the way I’d been longing to do since I’d first seen them exposed like this. No texture in the world felt better than this, his skin, stretched tautly over the segmented hardness underneath.
Though he didn’t move or touch me back, his breathing changed. He sounded like he’d been doing wind sprints. 
“What kind of amendment did you have in mind?” he asked.
His hands finally moved, sifting through my hair and caressing my shoulders, and chills raced all over my body. I was already glowing with anticipation. 
Though the physical touch was scrambling my brain a bit, I managed to answer. It was very important to get these details nailed down before things went any further. 
“We could put in a temporary clause to the contract… to include sex. Temporarily. Like, a hall pass while we’re on vacation.” 
I rushed to add, “When we get home, things will go back to normal. Separate bedrooms, separate beds.”
His expression showed no reaction. Now he wore that look I’d seen on TV Sunday afternoons. Focused. Intense. 
Impossible to read.
“Is that what you want?” he asked quietly, his voice controlled.
My face went hot. Was he trying to make me admit I wanted him? I did, of course, but I couldn’t allow myself to say things I’d only have to walk back later. 
“It just makes sense,” I said. “There’s only one bed, and you know…” 
My voice trailed off, too embarrassed to confess how hot he made me. 
“Healthy male, healthy female?” he asked, a note of amusement lightening the growl.
“Yes. Right. Very healthy in your case.” My eyes roamed over his incredible body. “And I thought after what happened in the hallway last night, you might—” 
He cut me off by yanking me close to him. 
“Yes.”

About the Author

Award-winning romance author Tru Taylor writes small town romance that’s hot and sunny (and a little bit funny.) 

She runs on Coke Zero and dark chocolate, lives for lunches with her girlfriends, and drives to the town beach several times a week to watch the sun set over the water.

She loves LOVE and will attempt to turn any show or movie she’s watching into a romance whether it is one or not. Star Wars? A romance. Lord of the Rings? Clearly a romance. The Expendables? Okay, well not even Tru can redeem that one.

When she’s not writing, Tru enjoys watching movies and reading books with happy endings, spending time with her husband and two kids, and sneaking Hershey’s Kisses from the top shelf of the freezer throughout the day. (Top shelf because… two kids. Enough said.)

Tru is the author of the Eastport Bay small town romance series and loves living in a quaint New England town where she’s surrounded every day by the beautiful coastal setting you see brought to life in her books.

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