You Get What You Give

From insta-lover to insta-enemy. All that, and a bag of chips.

I’ve put it all on the line: Sunk all my savings into rent, begged and borrowed for office equipment and waved goodbye to my full-time job teaching high school drama. It may be risky, but It’s a good bet to open my own casting business in my hometown. Known as the “Hollywood of the East,” the hottest new dramedy of the 1990’s starts production here next week.

Since graduating college, it’s been my dream to be my own boss. To nurture local actors while making a living doing what I love.

I’m so close to success, I can taste it.

Until one of the biggest casting agencies in Los Angeles decides to open up a rival office to mine. Not only do they move in right next door, they co-opt my business name, and steal the Lawson’s Reach gig right out from under me.

But the real kicker? The guy they’ve sent to run this office is the drop-dead handsome, charming, surfer boy son of the owner.

Also known as, the guy I slept with last night.

WARNING!
Do not read this book unless you enjoy:
• Found Family Friends
• Parents behaving badly
• Dogs who go to the office
• 1990’s pop-culture nostalgia
• Small, Southern Beach-town vibes
• Outdoor Shower Smexy Times
• Steamy, sweet romantic comedies