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. Iβm a professional fluffer. Itβs 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. Iβll wait. See? Thatβs the problem. My career has used the term βflufferβ for decades. I didnβt even know there was a more... lascivious definition of the term. Until it was too late. The ad for a βprofessional flufferβ 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 βflufferβ doesnβt arrange decorative pillows on a couch. They arrange other soft, round-ish objects. The job isnβt hard. Er, I mean, it is β itβs about being hard. Or, well... helping other people to be hard. Oh, man... And thatβs the other problem. A man. No, not one of the stars on the movie set. Will Lotham β my high school crush. The owner of the house where weβre 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 whatβs easier than I ever imagined? Having all my dreams come true.