I’ve loved all of Ivy Smoak’s books that I’ve read, and Scarlett and the Fake Boyfriend was no exception! This is a swoony, emotional rollercoaster full of angst, longing, and all the messy, heart-tugging drama of first love. Scarlett’s been crushing on Axel forever, but when his best friend Jacob steps in with a fake dating plan, things get real complicated. Jacob is the soft, sweet type you can’t help but root for—but just when it seems like they might have something real, Scarlett’s torn between what she thought she wanted and what her heart might really want.
I devoured this book. The love triangle, the mystery of the kiss thief, and the slow buildup between Scarlett and Jacob had me hooked. There’s so much emotion packed into these pages – and a genuine desire to be truly seen and loved. If you love a fake dating setup, this one’s a must-read.
ABOUT THE BOOK
I loved his best friend first.
I always thought Axel Stevens and I would live happily ever after. But he’s never liked me back.
His best friend though? Jacob Miller has made his feelings for me very clear. He’s the sweetest guy I know. His past is heartbreaking. And I want to make his future bright enough to make up for it.
But one kiss changes everything. Maybe we were always just meant to be friends. He wants to fake date me so I can make Axel jealous.
There’s just one problem with that. My feelings for Jacob aren’t fake.
Every moment we spend together I fall harder. And he doesn’t. My heart is torn between what I thought I always wanted and what I think I want now.
And to top it all off, I still have no freaking clue who my kiss thief is. I want it to be Jacob. Desperately. I want it to be him that’s promising to steal all my firsts. But if it is him, why does it seem like he only loves me in the darkness?
I want to be loved out loud. Not just in dark closets by a kiss thief. But I can’t move forward until I know if my kiss thief is Jacob, Axel, or someone else from the football team. So I’m going to unmask him at homecoming if it’s the last thing I do.
