Sorry, the old Perci can’t come to the phone right now.
There’s nothing like experiencing the most humiliating break-up in history for a serious wake-up call. After getting dumped over the radio, with millions of listeners tuning in, my life is in serious need of a do-over.
Trying to please everyone else isn’t working, so it’s time to focus on me. Cue my anti New Year’s resolutions that even I can’t fail at:
- Stop dating. (Men are the worst.)
- Stop trying to lose weight. (I’m never giving up chocolate!)
- Stop working so hard. (Selling mortgages is not my dream career.)
- Stop trying to live up to unrealistic expectations. (Start living my best life!)
But not everyone is on board with the new Perci—my overbearing mother is still dreaming about me walking down the aisle with my awful ex. To keep her far away from my love life I made up an imaginary boyfriend, but in a moment of panic I accidentally blurted out my not-so-imaginary neighbor’s name instead!
Nate, the bad boy next door with gorgeous hazel eyes, a razor-sharp jawline and mysterious scar, might be hot, but he’s definitely not my boyfriend. Now all I need to do is stick to my resolutions while also keeping my interfering family away from my non-existent lover who has no idea that we’re fake dating. What could possibly go wrong?
About the Author
Sharon M. Peterson is a former middle school teacher and has the personality to prove it. One of her favorite quotes is from Steinbeck’s Grapes of Wrath: “It was her habit to build up laughter out of inadequate materials.” She strives to tackle life that way and create characters who do the same. She lives in Washington with her husband and four children, including two autistic sons. She has one cat, two dogs, one tattoo, and an intense fear of poodles (don’t ask). She can usually be found hunched over her computer, creating characters and stories she hopes you’ll love as much as she does.