Title: The Heartbreak Cure
Author: Amanda Ashby
Publisher: Entangled Publishing, LLC
Edition: ebook edition
How to get over a heartbreak:
Step one: Eat your body weight in brownies.
Step two: Throw yourself into your dreams of becoming a famous writer.
Step three: Beg your (hottie) ex-neighbor to act as your fake boyfriend.
Step four: Skip step three unless you’re ready for some serious fallout.
After being dumped and humiliated over the summer, Cat Turner does what any sane girl would do. She asks bad boy Alex Locke to be her fake boyfriend and show the world (and her editor at the school newspaper) that she’s fine. Problem is, the more time she spends with Alex, the more she risks getting her heart broken. For real this time.
Disclaimer: This Entangled Teen Crush book contains a swoony bad boy who will melt your heart, brownies, and witty banter. One, two, or all three might prove addictive…
“Okay, I knew you liked coffee, but I had no idea how you drink it, so I got sweetener and milk.” Alex appeared in the school courtyard, silhouetted by sluggish clouds trying their best to hide the bright sky. In his hands were two cups from Barista on the Go, the off-campus coffee cart all the seniors favored over the gunk in the cafeteria. Her mood improved as he put down the drinks and dragged a bunch of milk cups and sweetener packets from the pocket of his leather jacket.
“It’s probably the kind of thing I should know if we’re going to pull this off.” “I take my coffee black, like my cold, dead heart,” she quipped as he slid onto the wooden bench across from her.
She was touched he’d gone off the school grounds to get her one. Then again, if it wasn’t for her, he probably would’ve stayed away for the entire break. Still, the tantalizing aroma of the caffeine made it hard for guilt to stick. She discarded the sandwich she’d been unenthusiastically toying with. “But thanks. I’ve just had math, and my mind’s wrecked.”
Not to mention all the mental exhaustion from avoiding Nikki’s knowing smirks and ignoring the numerous people who wanted to talk about the YouTube clip. Not that they were all bad. A surprising number of people had come up and told her they’d disliked the video and reported it before it had been removed.
It restored some of her faith in the kids around her, but it didn’t solve the problem of Mackenzie.
“First day’s always tough.” He took the lid off his own drink and shed out the teabag. She widened her eyes. “I guess we’re both learning things today. I wouldn’t have pegged you as a tea drinker.”
“I lived with Birdie for three years, remember? Tea drinking wasn’t exactly optional.” He shrugged off his jacket and leaned forward on the table, his mouth twisted into a thoughtful line.
“How’s your morning been?” “Let’s see, I’ve been propositioned by a volleyball player, stalked by the school counselor, and asked to join the ‘We Hate Bennet Miller Society.’”
In short, it had been everything she’d been dreading.
The only thing stopping her from ditching the rest of the day was the worry that if Mackenzie heard, Cat could kiss her newspaper job good-bye.
“Do I need to act the aggrieved boyfriend to anyone?” he asked, though his eyes had darkened like the sea before a storm. Cat stiffened.
He thinks I asked him because of his reputation.
Heat throbbed in her chest. More shame.
I’m just as bad as all those people who judge him. Who only see him as the kid whose mom was a drug addict.
She licked her lips and tried to keep her voice light.
“No. You can put your testosterone back in the box for now. If I needed someone to beat them up, I would’ve just sent Nikki over.” She pried the lid off her coffee aware of the curious glances they were attracting.
“God help us all.” Alex shuddered. “If she’s anything like Carter and Taylor, Bennet would be toast.” “I forgot you knew the twins,” she said. Nikki’s two older brothers had taught her to kickbox, not to mention swear, use a penknife, and climb trees. Cat took a sip of coffee and life ooded into her veins. Sweet caffeine, my one true love. “So, I take it you’re still happy to go ahead with this.”
He nodded, his eyes hooded and his face unreadable. “Tell me what you want me to do.”
* About the author *
Amanda Ashby was born in Australia but now lives in New Zealand where she writes romance, young adult and middle grade books. She also works in a library, owns far too many vintage tablecloths and likes to delight her family by constantly rearranging the furniture. Her debut book was nominated for a Romantic Times Reviewers Choice award, and her first young adult book was listed by the New York Public Libraryʼs Stuff for the Teen Age. Because she’s mysterious she also writes middle grade books under the name, Catherine Holt and hopes that all this writing won’t interfere with her Netflix schedule.