Faker

Zusatztext Praise for Faker A funny! charming and thoroughly entertaining debut. I couldn't put it down!Samantha Young! New York Times bestselling author of Fight or Flight I loved every page of Smith's wonderful debut! The romance was sweet and heartwarming! but it was Smith's ability to write a main character who embraces all of her power that had me cheering throughout this book.Alexa Martin! author of Fumbled Written with insight and humour! Sarah Smith's Faker is a charming! feminist diverse romance that will have you hooked until the very last page.Sonya Lalli! author of The Matchmaker's List "A fresh! sweet! and funny story about how the people we think we know can surprise us in the sexiest way. Full of swoony kisses and heartfelt honesty! Faker is like a warm! reassuring hug."Lyssa Kay Adams! author of The Bromance Book Club Informationen zum Autor Sarah Smith is a copywriter-turned-author who wants to make the world a lovelier place, one kissing story at a time. Her love of romance began when she was eight and she discovered her auntie's stash of romance novels. She's been hooked ever since. When she's not writing, you can find her hiking, eating chocolate, and perfecting her lumpia recipe. She lives in Bend, Oregon, with her husband and adorable cat Salem. Faker is her debut novel. Klappentext One of Bustle's Most Anticipated Fall Releases Debut author Sarah Smith nails this fun and sexy rom-com where two office foes hammer out their differences to build a love that will last.... Emmie Echavarre is a professional faker. She has to be to survive as one of the few female employees at Nuts & Bolts, a power tool company staffed predominantly by gruff, burly men. From nine to five, Monday through Friday, she's tough as nails--the complete opposite of her easy-going real self. One thing she doesn't have to fake? Her disdain for coworker Tate Rasmussen. Tate has been hostile to her since the day they met. Emmie's friendly greetings and repeated attempts to get to know him failed to garner anything more than scowls and terse one-word answers. Too bad she can't stop staring at his Thor-like biceps... When Emmie and Tate are forced to work together on a charity construction project, things get...heated. Emmie's beginning to see that beneath Tate's chiseled exterior lies a soft heart, but it will take more than a few kind words to erase the past and convince her that what they have is real. one Blinking is underrated. At least I think so. Not only does it keep your eyes from drying out, it serves as a momentary break from unpleasant sights and sensations. Harsh sunlight, a gory scene in a horror movie, a sudden gust of dust-­ridden air. Close your eyes, and for a second, you're safe and shielded. I blink to protect my eyes from the blinding white figure invading my peripheral vision. Behind the black of my lids, I feel relief. As soon as my eyes open again, the nagging brightness is back, whiter than ever. That whiteness is a pale coworker I don't particularly care for. I pretend like I can't see him. It's no big deal. I fake almost everything else when I'm here. I have to as a twenty-­six-­year-­old woman working at a power tool distributor called Nuts & Bolts. The company is staffed mostly by middle-­aged gruff men who prefer to plaster their cubicle walls with photos of bikini models rather than pictures of their wives or girlfriends. On any given workday, I shift between a limited range of fake emotions: confidence, assertiveness, boldness. I am none of these outside of work. If I were my real self, I'd be roadkill. When I took this job two years ago, I ingrained fakeness into my work DNA. From 8 a.m. to 5 p.m., Monday through Friday, I force myself to be steely and unflappable. There's no room for ...

Praise for Faker

“A funny, charming and thoroughly entertaining debut. I couldn't put it down!”—Samantha Young, New York Times bestselling author of *Fight or Flight

“I loved every page of Smith's wonderful debut! The romance was sweet and heartwarming, but it was Smith's ability to write a main character who embraces all of her power that had me cheering throughout this book.”—Alexa Martin, author of Fumbled

“Written with insight and humour, Sarah Smith’s *Faker is a charming, feminist diverse romance that will have you hooked until the very last page.”—Sonya Lalli, author of *The Matchmaker’s List

• "A fresh, sweet, and funny story about how the people we think we know can surprise us in the sexiest way. Full of swoony kisses and heartfelt honesty, Faker is like a warm, reassuring hug."—Lyssa Kay Adams, author of The Bromance Book Club

Autorentext

Sarah Echavarre Smith

Klappentext

**One of Bustle's Most Anticipated Fall Releases

Debut author Sarah Smith nails this fun and sexy rom-com where two office foes hammer out their differences to build a love that will last....

Emmie Echavarre is a professional faker. She has to be to survive as one of the few female employees at Nuts & Bolts, a power tool company staffed predominantly by gruff, burly men. From nine to five, Monday through Friday, she's tough as nails--the complete opposite of her easy-going real self.

One thing she doesn't have to fake? Her disdain for coworker Tate Rasmussen. Tate has been hostile to her since the day they met. Emmie's friendly greetings and repeated attempts to get to know him failed to garner anything more than scowls and terse one-word answers. Too bad she can't stop staring at his Thor-like biceps...

When Emmie and Tate are forced to work together on a charity construction project, things get...heated. Emmie's beginning to see that beneath Tate's chiseled exterior lies a soft heart, but it will take more than a few kind words to erase the past and convince her that what they have is real.

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Blinking is underrated. At least I think so. Not only does it keep your eyes from drying out, it serves as a momentary break from unpleasant sights and sensations. Harsh sunlight, a gory scene in a horror movie, a sudden gust of dust-­ridden air. Close your eyes, and for a second, you’re safe and shielded.

I blink to protect my eyes from the blinding white figure invading my peripheral vision. Behind the black of my lids, I feel relief. As soon as my eyes open again, the nagging brightness is back, whiter than ever.

That whiteness is a pale coworker I don’t particularly care for. I pretend like I can’t see him. It’s no big deal. I fake almost everything else when I’m here.

I have to as a twenty-­six-­year-­old woman working at a power tool distributor called Nuts & Bolts. The company is staffed mostly by middle-­aged gruff men who prefer to plaster their cubicle walls with photos of bikini models rather than pictures of their wives or girlfriends. On any given workday, I shift between a limited range of fake emotions: confidence, assertiveness, boldness. I am none of these outside of work. If I were my real self, I’d be roadkill.

When I took this job two years ago, I ingrained fakeness into my work DNA. From 8 a.m. to 5 p.m., Monday through Friday, I force myself to be steely and unflappable. There’s no room for softness here. Everything is literally nuts and bolts, hard metals, gears, blades. The parking lot is gravel. The halls are covered in a film of dust and dirt.

I have to be hard because working here is no walk in the park. Like when the managers nearing retirement age mansplain in­formation I already know but never do the same to the male employees. Or whenever new hires in the warehouse ask me if I have a boyfriend seconds after they meet me. My pretend toughness—­boss-­bitch mode, I call it—­keeps it mostly at bay. That, along with a strict anti…