Title: Get Real
Series: Get Real, #1
Author: Tellulah Darling
Genres: Comedy, New Adult, Paranormal, Romance
Genres: Comedy, New Adult, Paranormal, Romance
Publication date: September 26th 2015
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Magic and Mayhem in Manhattan
Francesca Bellafiore comes from a nice Jewish family — one that happens to have magical powers. Underneath her good-girl exterior, though, she’s a wannabe badass with dreams of becoming a paranormal detective.
Party boy Rafael Muñoz does everything possible to publicly disappoint his high profile father. Privately, it’s a different story. His carefully crafted bad boy reputation masks the fact he’s a master illusionist, forced into solo covert ops. The role is wearing thin and Rafael longs to be part of a team.
When Francesca and Rafael meet, it’s love at first sight… For about five minutes. Rafael is spectacularly attractive—and, Francesca discovers, fully aware of the fact. Rafael knows from experience that girls like Francesca are more trouble than they’re worth.
So it sucks big time when they’re caught in a web of magic, minions, secrets, and enough sexual tension to power NYC. Their only chance to save the city and survive is to team up, trust each other–and maybe even fall in love.
Provided they don’t kill each other first.
Get Real is a romantic comedy, urban fantasy whirlwind with sass, sex, and swoon.
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EXCERPT
Get
Real Teaser POV: Rafael
I
shoved my hands into my pockets, jiggling the loose change and wanting some
kind of confron- tation. I stepped outside. That girl with Byron who’d been
staring and laughing earlier was candidate numero uno. Want to diss me? Do
it to my face, chica.
I
found her healing a gash on some guy’s cheek, holding a vase in her free hand
while berating him for his choice in headwear. “Va bene. Go,” she ordered.
He
slunk away with a sheepish look and I stepped up, my shadow falling over her.
“If
you need medical services it better not be alcohol poisoning because I will not
let you enjoy it.” She turned. Her fingers tightened on the rim of the vase at
the sight of me.
“Hi,”
I said.
She
raised her chin, regarding me levelly with these amazing dark brown eyes. “It’s
you.” Her sexy Italian accent hooked into me.
“Apparently.”
She fumbled the vase.
We both grabbed the same edge before it could hit the ground, my
hand landing on hers. Her skin
was
cool and smooth. The rest of her was twitchy and flustered. It cheered me up in
a petty way. “Rafael. Call me Rafa. Official friend of the Byron–Jones hook up.” I patted my shirt down with
my
free hand. “I had a badge but I lost it.”
“Next time ask for a lanyard.” She tugged the vase away with a
slight smile, tucking it under her
arm
like a football. What a mouth. ¡Dios mío! “I didn’t buy tickets to the event,”
she said.
I pretended
to look stern, mostly because I wanted to check her out some more. “You
boycotting
the
games?”
That got me a full–on grin, which hit me in the gut. Who was
this girl and how had I never seen
her
before?
“Seen one game, seen them all,” she said. She
walked briskly past me back to the swing she’d been
sitting
on earlier and set the vase on the table.
I followed, sinking into the chair beside her. “You know my name.
It seems unfair I don’t know
yours.”
She hesitated for long enough that I wasn’t sure she was going to
answer with anything other than
“get
lost.” “Francesca,” she said at last. She flicked her bangs off her forehead.
“My mom works for your dad. You’re Javier’s son, right?”
Those
words were like a douse of cold water. “Yeah.” I waited for her next words. Her
next look. Her obvious disdain. I stiffened, reminded of why I had come out
here in the first place and ready to rip into her.
“She’s
a Liaison.” Even for the simplest of sentences, her hands gestured madly. Cute.
“Mirella Bellafiore.”
My
heart sunk. Now I knew exactly who she was. And wished I didn’t. Francesca
Bellafiore, golden girl. Latest pride and joy of the Bellafiore clan and
totally off–limits to
me. Javier would freak, which would be fun, but honestly? Good girls weren’t my
thing. “Yeah, sure. I’ve met her. Guess you’re ex- cited to start all that
healing stuff.”
Disappointment
and contempt? flickered in her eyes. Apparently hot girl and I were
natural ene-
mies.
Figures. I wasn’t about to be an asshole to her though. It would ruin my
façade.
I was about to make my excuses and go, but I
noticed her twisting this hideous bracelet tighter and
tighter
into her arm. “You okay?”
Her hand
stilled. “Are you reading me?”
“No,”
I said with exaggerated patience. “I don’t go around reading everyone I meet.
Don’t need to
most
of the time. People telegraph enough on their own.” I nodded at her reddened skin.
She jutted her chin out. “People shouldn’t take everything at face value.”
Like me.
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Tellulah Darling
noun
Sassy girls. Swoony boys. What could go wrong?
2) Firm believer that some of the best stories happen when love meets comedy and awkwardness ensues.
3) Sassy minx.
Both a hopeless romantic and total cynic, Tellulah Darling is all about the happily-ever-after, with a huge dose of hilarity along the way. Her romcoms come in a variety of flavours and heat levels.
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