Faking Ms. Right (Dirty Martini Running Club, #1)

by Claire Kingsley

The truth was, I liked making people happy. It was my catnip. Getting someone grouchy to smile? Best high ever.

A few seconds later, Everly’s text with her home address came through. Good girl.

It begins

bypassing a little tipsy and heading straight for telling inappropriate stories and asking strangers for hugs. Not that I’d ever done that before. Okay, yes I had.

Relatable

We stared at each other, like we were both shocked at our own outbursts. And our copious dropping of f-bombs.

You each only said fuck once….. far from copious if you ask me

“Oh honey.” Nora picked up a box of pink hair dye. “Really?” “I didn’t use it.” “Thank god.” She tossed it over her shoulder.