Recommended By Marlena
Recommended By Marlena
Introverted, over thinker with HILARIOUS friends finds herself in a precarious situation with her high school crush = Comic GOLD! In the summertime I tend to lean heavy towards reading RomCom's, because light and funny is how I want to spend my days in the sunshine. Fluffy fit the bill completely! It has a bit of a Romy & Michele vibe to it, complete with some teenage flashbacks and a High School reunion. It's witty, it's smart and it's freaking funny AF!
SHARE THE LOVE:
Where To Buy
About This Book
Our Favorite Quotes
I hope she enjoyed those four-hundred-dollar extensions, because they're about to be ripped out at the roots and turned into a merkin I'll apply to her Brazilian-waxed pissflaps with Krazy Glue.
We think of reality as one monolithic state, but it's actually a prism. Twist in another direction by a millimeter and the world you thought you knew disappears, replaced by a charmingly different-yet disturbingly familiar-state.
You're a smoldering fire, Mallory. Not a sudden blast. You're deep. Shallow bounces right off you. I don't want to skim the surface. I want to explore the uncharted waters with you.
Like This Book? Read These:
From The Publisher
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.