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🔥ex’s brother
🔥musician MMC
🔥revenge
🔥fake dating
🔥romcom
🔥brewery setting
🔥found family
🔥she befriends the women her ex duped
🔥a group of elderly matchmakers give the MMC advice
The best revenge is falling for his brother.
Sophie
I’m living with my elderly aunt and slovenly cousin, and my dream of opening a crafting business for kids has slid into a dead-end job at a brewery. But I fool myself into thinking everything’s going well, because I’m engaged to a gorgeous, ambitious catch of a man who’s crazy about me. Or so I think…
We accidentally swap phones and I realize he’s been cheating on me with three other women, none of whom know about each other.
I break up with him, but I’m devastated…until I meet up with the other women he wronged, and they fan my feelings into fire. I want revenge for all of us, and I find the perfect opportunity to get back at the jerk when he confronts me at the brewery where I work.
He and his brother, Rob, hate each other, and Rob’s playing a set at the bar.
One stolen kiss later, I have a fake boyfriend who’s just as invested in getting back at my ex as I am.
Rob
Sophie’s pollyanna personality has always driven me crazy. Sometimes there’s no silver lining, just an empty pouch someone’s already pickpocketed. But I’m seeing a whole new side of the woman my douchey brother convinced to wear his ring.
This Sophie is opinionated, fierce, and she will stop at nothing to show him exactly what he lost, which suits me perfectly.
My brother ruined my life. Seems only fair for me to steal his girl.
Note: There are TWO different versions of this romcom:
1) A spicy open door version with some strong language and sex scenes
2) A closed door version with mild language and only kissing.
Please choose the version that’s best for you!
✨EXCERPT:
“Do you think that kiss only felt so good because we were doing it in front of Jonah?” Sophie asks. “Because we were getting back at him?”
“No,” I say bluntly, wrapping my hand around her hip. “But it certainly didn’t hurt.”
Need flashes in her eyes, so blue I could drown in them.
But I can tell she’s scared. Hell, I’m scared. It feels like we’re stepping into unchartered territory.
“I don’t bite,” I say, smiling. “Unless you want me to.”
She shoves my chest with her open palm, then leaves it there, the fingers moving gently across my shirt. They send bolts of sensation webbing through me, and then she shocks me by grabbing a handful of my shirt.
“Yes?” I ask, trying to act composed.
She glances at her hand fisting my shirt, her eyes widening, but she doesn’t let go. “I…” She pauses. “I think the only way we can know for sure is if we kiss again, when he’s not around.”
“A sound scientific principle,” I say, backing her toward the nearby lamppost.
“We’re in public.” Her tone is slightly scandalized but also a bit husky. She likes the thought even if she thinks she shouldn’t.
“It’s just a scientific kiss,” I say, barely even paying attention to the words now, because Sophie’s still gripping my shirt. Another step brings us to the lamppost. Her back collides with it, and she releases a breathy gasp that makes my pulse pound. Even more so when she lifts her head to me, her lips parted.
“I’m wearing boxer shorts,” she comments, self-consciousness riding the remark.
“As long as they weren’t Jonah’s.”
She grimaces, and honestly, that should be enough to wake me up to some kind of sense. I’m here with my brother’s ex—Sophie, the woman he almost married. But I don’t back away. Not even the slightest part of me wants to. “I like them,” I say breathily. “I like looking at your legs.”
“Then you would have really liked that dress I had on earlier.”
“Too bad. Maybe we could go back to your house, and you can take all of your clothes off and put it back on. I’ll watch. For scientific purposes.”
She smiles up at me, a wicked glint in her eyes, her features glowing from the streetlight. “You’re bad.”
“I warned you about that.”
Meet Angela Casella:
Angela Casella lives in Asheville, North Carolina in an almost-one-hundred-year-old house with her daughter, two dogs, and an ever-changing number of fish. She worked as a developmental editor for years, both as a freelancer and at Random House in NYC before she started writing (inspired by her friend and frequent co-author Denise Grover Swank!). Now, it’s become an addiction, and she’d rather not be cured, thank you very much.
She comes from a loud Italian American family, so she basically has a phD in bickering…er…banter.
Connect with Angela Casella: https://linktr.ee/angelacasella
