Hey hey hey!

We've made it!!

I'm over the halfway mark with this baby, and I'm about to send World's Worst Boyfriend to my editor. (two big milestones!) I seriously CANNOT wait to share this story with you.

It's a romantic comedy with a side of adventure, and I'm so excited for you to read it. It's been fun spending time with Fletcher and Saidy, and I'm sad to be done writing their story, but I'm so happy you'll get to read it soon!

Today I'm doing something for the first time: Sharing an unedited piece of a project with you. I hope you enjoy this middle-of-the-scene snippet!

P.S. I would love to know if you want future sneak peeks as well. :)

P.P.S. For those of you who don't know: Fletcher is Johnny from Miss Trailerhood! So if you want to get a glimpse of him BEFORE you read World's Worst Boyfriend, you can read Miss Trailerhood. I hadn't planned on giving him his own story, but after Miss Trailerhood I couldn't help myself. I knew he deserved his own book.

Unedited snippet of World's Worst Boyfriend:

I unlocked the door and stepped inside—then gasped.

Fletcher lay prone on the couch.

My heart dropped to my toes. He was really hurt. I’d brought this on him by my negative thoughts—hoping that he’d missed our date for a legitimate reason. I’d been upset and angry at him, all while he was succumbing to his injuries on my couch.

I covered my mouth to stifle a scream. I needed to call 9-1-1. 

But just then, a loud snore erupted from the area of the couch. My silent screaming stopped. My actual screaming was about to commence. That blockhead wasn’t hurt. He was napping.

On. My. Couch. 

While I’d sat in the restaurant getting questionable looks from the waitstaff and patrons alike—he’d been napping.

I slammed the door hard enough to make the floor creak.

The. Jerkface. Kept. Snoring.

That miserable cretan always came over and slept on my couch like the dead—or like he paid rent here. All I was to him was a doormat. Someone who would always be there whenever he called. It didn’t matter that he got to stand me up not once, but three times now. He’d apologize and then not change.

I set my purse down on the entryway table. I walked over to him and hovered over his prone form. He was still wearing his shoes. In my house.

Disgusting. 

He was breathing deeply.

How annoying.

I poked his side. 

He didn’t move.

I planted my hands on my hips. I wanted to teach him a lesson. I wanted him to recognize that I wasn’t someone to be forgotten. And although I didn’t consider myself a needy girlfriend—how could I be with him as a boyfriend—I did enjoy talking to my boyfriend occasionally. And he should have had the decency to tell me he was asleep on my couch, rather than leave me to grow old in the restaurant. By myself.

So, I turned around and carefully pushed my coffee table toward the center of the living room.

I didn’t want to risk it getting damaged with what I was about to do next. I leaned over Fletcher and grabbed the thick leather belt wrapped around his trim waist. My fingers bumped against something hard. He must have had his phone in his back pocket. Honestly, it wouldn’t be a big deal if it broke. 

He never answered it anyway, so would he even realize it was broken?

I pulled with all my strength. Those power barre workouts were paying off. He rolled off the couch and onto the ground. My original hardwood floor, to be precise. There was a satisfying thump. Well, satisfying for me…him, not so much.

It was like the symphony’s last clang of the cymbal. I brushed my hands together and headed to the kitchen to make myself a soothing cup of tea. It wasn’t good to stay angry too long.

I hope you enjoyed this sneak peek into the upcoming Fake It book! I promise I will be sharing the book cover soon with you. (First week of February!) 😉 In the meantime, you can preorder it on your favorite retailer, or mark your calendar for the end of April!

Lots of love and awkward hugs,

Carina Taylor