Borrow My Heart

Informationen zum Autor Kasie West is the author of many YA novels, including Places We've Never Been, Sunkissed, The Fill-in Boyfriend, P.S. I Like You, Lucky in Love , and Listen to Your Heart . Her books have been named ALA-YALSA Quick Picks, JLG selections, and ALA-YALSA Best Books for Young Adults. When she's not writing, she's binge-watching television, devouring books, or road-tripping to new places. Kasie lives in Fresno, California, with her family. You can find her online at kasiewest.com. Klappentext "When a Wren overhears a guy getting verbally destroyed by his friends for being catfished, she jumps in to save the day--and pretends to be his online crush"-- Leseprobe Chapter 1 Rule: Never date a guy you just met. He could just as likely be a sociopath as a nice guy. Hey, I said, sliding my beach tote off my shoulder and onto the checkered tile floor of the coffee shop. I thought you were off at four. Kamala, my best friend, sighed from behind the register. Lewis called in sick, so Meg asked if I would stay. Your mean boss asked you to stay and you said, 'Screw Wren, of course I can stay.'? Shh! She looked over her shoulder toward the back hall, then flicked something off the counter at me. I know, I'm messing up your perfectly planned afternoon. Her ammunition hit my shoulder, then landed on the ground. What was that? I squinted at the floor. A piece of muffin? Chocolate chip. The coffee shop where Kamala worked also sold baked goods, displayed behind lit glass. I picked up the chocolate chip and tossed it in the trash. When are you off? Six. Six? You don't want to go to the beach anymore? There went my afternoon plans. She rolled her eyes. It's not like you were going to get in the water anyway, Ocean Hater. I put my feet in! Do you know how many predators live in the ocean? Not your predators, Wren. You're the one who showed me that video of the whale swallowing a kayaker. She was just in the way of real food. It spit her out. It spit her out? That's your swim-­in-­the-­ocean pitch? I'm good, thanks. I tugged out my ponytail holder and redid my messy bun in the reflection of a framed photo of a surfboard hanging on the wall. What about that great white that ate that man six months ago right here on our beach? It's still out there with the taste of human blood in its mouth. You're more likely to get struck by lightning than attacked by a shark. And you don't see me walking around with a metal rod, do you? Kamala shook her head. The beach will still exist in a couple hours, you know. We can go watch the sunset, bury our feet in the sand. It will be so romantic, she teased. It's been a while since you've had that in your life. It has been a while since I've had sand all over my feet. She ignored my sarcasm. How long ago was Phillip, anyway? Last year? Not that he ever made it to boyfriend status. It's your stupid list of rules. Nobody will ever measure up. Then I guess I'll die alone. I smirked and walked to my favorite table, tucked around the corner from the register, out of the way. This little nook of the café had tall wood bookshelves filled with knickknacks, potted plants, and a dozen or so self-­help books (most about cultivating a positive attitude through yoga or bird-­watching or self-­hypnosis). If I was hanging out here for a couple of hours, I could read while Kamala helped customers. Reading was one of the things I had planned for the beach anyway. It wasn't that I couldn't go with the flow of a new schedule . . . okay, it sort of was. I liked my life planned. It ran better that way. The bell on the door dinged and two guys, who I could just make out through the broad-­leafed plant on ...

Auteur
Kasie West is the author of many YA novels, including Places We've Never Been, Sunkissed, The Fill-in Boyfriend, P.S. I Like You, Lucky in Love, and Listen to Your Heart. Her books have been named ALA-YALSA Quick Picks, JLG selections, and ALA-YALSA Best Books for Young Adults. When she's not writing, she's binge-watching television, devouring books, or road-tripping to new places. Kasie lives in Fresno, California, with her family.

You can find her online at kasiewest.com.

Résumé
When a girl overhears a guy getting verbally destroyed by his friends for being catfished, she jumps in to save the day—and pretends to be his online crush. A young adult romance from the critically acclaimed author of Places We've Never Been.

Wren is used to being called a control freak. She doesn’t care; sticking to the list of rules she created for herself helps her navigate life. But when a cute guy named Asher walks through the door of her neighborhood coffee shop, the rulebook goes out the window.

Asher is cute, charming . . . and being catfished by his online crush. So Wren makes an uncharacteristically impulsive decision—she pretends to be the girl he's waiting for to save him from embarrassment. Suddenly she’s fake-dating a boy she knows nothing about. And it’s . . . amazing.

It's not long before Asher has her breaking even more of her own rules. But will he forgive her when he finds out she's not who she says she is? Wren's not so sure. . . . After all, rules exist for a reason.

Échantillon de lecture
Chapter 1

Rule: Never date a guy you just met. He could just as likely be a sociopath as a nice guy.

“Hey,” I said, sliding my beach tote off my shoulder and onto the checkered tile floor of the coffee shop. “I thought you were off at four.”

Kamala, my best friend, sighed from behind the register. “Lewis called in sick, so Meg asked if I would stay.”

“Your mean boss asked you to stay and you said, ‘Screw Wren, of course I can stay.’ ”

“Shh!” She looked over her shoulder toward the back hall, then flicked something off the counter at me. “I know, I’m messing up your perfectly planned afternoon.”

Her ammunition hit my shoulder, then landed on the ground. “What was that?” I squinted at the floor. “A piece of muffin?”

“Chocolate chip.” The coffee shop where Kamala worked also sold baked goods, displayed behind lit glass.

I picked up the chocolate chip and tossed it in the trash. “When are you off?”

“Six.”

“Six? You don’t want to go to the beach anymore?” There went my afternoon plans.

She rolled her eyes. “It’s not like you were going to get in the water anyway, Ocean Hater.”

“I put my feet in! Do you know how many predators live in the ocean?”

“Not your predators, Wren.”

“You’re the one who showed me that video of the whale swallowing a kayaker.”

“She was just in the way of real food. It spit her out.”

“It spit her out? That’s your swim-­in-­the-­ocean pitch? I’m good, thanks.” I tugged out my ponytail holder and redid my messy bun in the reflection of a framed photo of a surfboard hanging on the wall. “What about that great white that ate that man six months ago right here on our beach? It’s still out there with the taste of human blood in its mouth.”

“You’re more likely to get struck by lightning than attacked by a shark.”

“And you don’t see me walking around with a metal rod, do you?”

Kamala shook her head. “The beach will still exist in a couple hours, you know. We can go watch the sunset, bury our feet in the sand. It will be so romantic,” she teased. “It’s been a while since you’ve had that in your life.”

“It has been a while since I’ve had sand all over my feet.”

She ignored my sarcasm. “How long ago was Phil…