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.
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 an undressed 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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Oh dear God. This poor, poor girl. She has no idea what she's getting herself into when she answers a Craigslist ad. I had forgotten the description of the book by the time I picked it up to read, and figured it out immediately. I was literally screaming out loud, "Don't do it!" I got some funny looks from passsersby, but that's okay. I am used to that.
I laughed out loud several more times as I read through this book and all of the trouble that naive Mallory gets herself into. I felt for her as she faced off against her high school crush Will. Can we say sexual harassment? Only when it is the object of your affection, you definitely do not care and it falls under flirting instead. I got a kick out of their banter and enjoyed watching their relationship play out.
And oh, the 10-year reunion. Mine was so much longer ago, but I remember the anxiety and anticipation about going, how the more things changed, the more they stayed the same. And yet some good things also ended up happening. I definitely flashed back during that part of the book.
This book lived up to its title of Fluffy by being kind of light fluff romance that was corny and cheesy and I loved and devoured every second of it. I can't wait to read more in the series! You get a sneak peek of the next book at the end of this one.