I absolutely love Julia’s unique wit and ability to turn a disastrous situation into something so comical it will have the reader laughing long and loud, whilst those around them are giving questioning side glances and looks of pure confusion that say “is she alright?”. I know this because those were the reactions of my husband and children while I was reading this book.
There is no better meeting than when Shannon met Declan (Shopping for a Billionaire Series, if you haven’t read…Shame on you!) but I can honestly say that this one comes in a close second. When Mallory responds to a job ad for a professional fluffer she believes that she is going to do something completely different to what is actually required. With a naked man in front of her she soon realises that the pillows that need plumping are not the ones on the sofa! But when the man of her dreams for the past 14 years walks in on her in a compromising situation things can only get better…or can they?!
Mallory is a wonderfully intelligent but somewhat naive women who still lives in the past. When the past, in the shape of Will, turns up she finds her past and present colliding and struggles to handle the emotions that overwhelm her.
As the reader it is as clear as the words on the page how Will feels about Mallory and despite her continual need to run away – Will actually sums that one up quite nicely when he says to Mallory “for someone who never left town, you sure do run away a lot.” – Will is there for her all the way. Mallory never left her hometown and because of that she always feels judged for not spreading her wings but sometimes there is just no need to leave. Sometimes all you really need is family, friends and not forgetting fried-Twinkie-and-pickle sundaes. Not everyone wants to explore the world and chances are those that do eventually return.
Great characters and a hilarious storyline, Julia has done it again . Can’t wait to read Perky and Parker’s story.
This is an ARC review courtesy of 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.