RELEASE BLITZ: FLIRT by Adriana Locke

 

TITLE: Fling

AUTHOR: Adriana Locke

RELEASE DAY: April 8, 2022

BUY LINK: https://amzn.to/3Jk7es8 (feel free to substitute yours here)

 

BLURB:

I’m a single female who’s tired of relationships ruining my life. However, there are times when a date would be helpful. If you’re a single man, preferably mid-twenties to late-thirties, and are in a similar situation, we might be a match.

Candidate must be handsome, charming, and willing to pretend to have feelings for me (on a sliding scale, as the event requires). Ability to discuss a wide variety of topics is a plus. Must have your own transportation and a (legal) job.

This will be a symbiotic agreement. In exchange for your time, I will give you mine. Need someone to flirt with you at a football party? Go, team! Want a woman to make you look good in front of your boss? Let me find my heels. Would you love for someone to be obsessed with you in front of your ex? I’m applying my red lipstick now.

If interested, please email me. Time is of the essence.

From USA Today and Amazon Charts Bestselling author Adriana Locke comes a “fun and flirty!” fake dating situation between two coworkers that quickly straddles the line between friends and lovers.

Reviewer: Ebbie

Rating: 5 Stars

I loved Flirt so much! It gave me all of the feels. It was down right swoon worthy and the chemistry was off the carts. Moss and Brooke were perfect. They made me smile the whole time I was reading this book. I loved this fake relationship, friends to lovers, small town romance. I can’t wait to see what’s next.

 

 

Excerpt: 

He stretches his long, lean body until the toe of his work boot hits my desk and his fingertips touch the wall behind him. The hem of his dirty black T-shirt rides up his six-foot-something frame. A hint of his chiseled abdomen is visible above the waistband of his jeans, and it takes everything that I have not to stare.

I’m only human. Even if he can be a jerk, he’s still drop-dead gorgeous.

“Stop it,” I say, shuffling papers around on my desk.

He sits up and flashes me a megawatt smile. “Stop what?”

“I know what you’re doing.”

“And what might that be? I’m just loosening my muscles after a hard day’s work.”

I keep my face blank. “It’s early afternoon, Moss.”

“Okay, well, I put in a heck of a half-day, thank you.”

I fold my arms on my desk and look at him. It’s difficult to ignore his pursed lips, arched brows, and stupidly long eyelashes. He’s good enough to eat, and he knows it. That’s one of the problems with him.