A RomCom About High School Reunions

A Laugh Out Loud RomCom About Booknerds and High School Reunions!

If you've ever been to your high school reunion, you know they can be awkward. But nothing's more awkward than when your twin brother falls for your high school enemy...

This RomCom is all about how high school sometimes doesn't leave us, even when we leave it. Tortured by Josephine all through her high school years, Maylee thought she'd moved on from that difficult life chapter. .At her ten-year reunion, though, a spark ignites between her twin brother, Mitch, and the all-grown-up Josephine. Will Maylee fall into old patterns? Or will she be able to find a way to make Josephine disappear from her life once and for all?

Along the way, she also rediscovers a guy named Benson, a super nerd from her high school days who has definitely matured in all the right ways. 

This book is about friendship, mean girls, and how love comes along right when we least expect it. Check out a FREE excerpt below, and then be sure to snag your copy of this laugh-out-loud romcom!


EXCERPT

I guess that’s the thing about high school reunions, though. They make you snap a little. At least I can admit to it. This has to be the first step to admitting psychosis, right?
Mitch thinks I’ve taken it too far. Shauni, of course, thinks I’m doing the right thing.
“Show those snotty jerks just what you’ve become,” she told me yesterday. “Especially the blonde. Show her you’ve won.”
I’d smiled, munching on my lunch of celery and carrot sticks in my attempt to shed a few more ounces of water weight. Nevertheless, the whole time I was asking myself a very hard question: Have I really won? If I’m going to so much trouble to fool my classmates into thinking I’ve done so well for myself, aren’t there deeper problems than booblessness and a flabby waistline?
Maybe the problem isn’t my body type, my hair, or any of it. Maybe it’s because at twenty-eight, I thought life would be a little different, a little bit more… grown-up.
Looking in the mirror, however, I know I can’t pretend to be all introspective and mature about it. Even though I know it’s ridiculous, there’s a part of me deep down that does want to show her I’ve done okay for myself, no matter what. I want the girl who tortured me in high school, who convinced me I was a mousey nerd, to realize I blossomed.
Even if it is a bit of a lie. Or a lot of a lie.
“Let’s go,” Mitch yells from the living room. I sigh.
No more introspection. It’s go time.
It’s time to face my past.

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