As part of her ‘Best Fake Day’ Blog Tour I have Tracey Rogers on Jane Hunt Writer First Steps today.Here’s what you can expect from Best Fake Day.
‘Faking it never felt so good.
Wedding photographer and romance lover Izzy Latham dreams of finding her own happily ever after. When her former teenage crush arrives at her doorstep, looking sexier than ever, and asks to marry her, it should be her dream come true, right? Wrong. It turns out he doesn’t want to actually marry her—he only wants to pretend to marry her.
Marriage hater Jack Carter will do anything to close his latest business deal, including finding a wife. The only person who can help him is his childhood friend, Izzy. Except Izzy isn’t a little girl anymore. She’s definitely all woman, and there’s an attraction between them that’s hard to ignore.
Jack has to convince Izzy to fake it, but the problem is that she hates to lie. However, she can’t deny her feelings for him either. So when Jack makes her an offer she can’t refuse, she reluctantly agrees to help him out.
Faking it is the easy part. But what happens when fake starts to feel so real?‘
Content Warning: contains sensual sex and occasional strong language
Your second novel ‘Best Fake Day’ features a fake wedding day in Florence Italy. Why did you pick this location?
Thank you for inviting me here Jane. Choosing Italy was pure indulgence! I’ve always wanted to visit there so researching Florence was a treat for me.
From reading ‘Best Fake Day’ you obviously feel Italy is a romantic location why?
I have to admit the courtyard wedding idea came from watching the Twilight movies. The scene in New Moon when Bella races to reach Edward before he steps into the sun. I guess the architecture, hidden courtyards and cobbled streets kind of bring out the romantic in me. All of those things seem perfect for stolen kisses and fake weddings!
I love Izzy the female lead in ‘Best Fake Day’. How much of Tracey Rogers is in this character?
Thank you I love Izzy too. There is a possibility that I also staged weddings with my toys and spent a lot of time drawing my dream wedding dress. Also my brother’s Action Man made a great groom for my Sindy. You could say I’m also a dreamer like Izzy.
Jack is Izzy’s teenage heart-throb do you believe teenage love can survive a lifetime?
I don’t see why not. I can still remember my first date and my first kiss. Even down to the clothes I was wearing and the smell of my date’s Brut aftershave. I remember more of my teen years than I do of last year. I also met my husband when I had just turned seventeen and we are still together.
Izzy and Jack’s pseudo marriage is Izzy’s ‘Best Fake Day’ do think marriage still has a place in today’s society?
I really hope so! Though it took ten years for my husband and I to get married. I guess as long as you reach your happily ever after, then that’s all that matters. A marriage certificate won’t change that.
After two wonderful books what can we expect next from Tracey Rogers?
I’m thrilled you’ve enjoyed my books Jane! This year is very much an open book. Pardon the pun 😉 I currently have a WIP near completion and several other ideas floating around. It’ll be interesting to find out where 2014 takes me!
Here’s an excerpt from Best Fake Day:
“Let me work off the money,” Izzy said.
She felt Jack’s gaze rake over her body, watched the clench of his jaw. “And how are you planning to work it off, Isabel?” he almost growled. “Is that what all of this is about?” he asked as his hand made an indicating sweep over her body. “Dress to impress so you can pay me in kind?”
“Oh God, no,” she spluttered. “This is me showing you I’m not the weak, naïve girl I used to be and I won’t be pushed around!”
The hard glint in his eyes softened slightly. “You were never weak. Naïve…” He trailed off. “So how exactly were you planning to pay me back?”
“Working here for you for free until I pay you back. I could collect glasses, work the bar, or clean.”
“And you have experience in any of those roles?”
“No. But I could learn.”
“But what about the house repairs?”
She shrugged. “I could do that during the daytime and work here at night. Then when I’m earning again from my day job I’ll pay you back.”
“And what exactly is your day job?”
“I’m a photographer. I could even do that here. Take photographs of the patrons and sell them for you.”
“You work freelance?”
“I have my own business.” She hesitated before elaborating. “As a wedding photographer,” she said quickly, hoping he wouldn’t snag the teasing opportunity.
Too late. The corner of his mouth quirked until it bloomed until a grin. “A wedding photographer. How appropriate. I knew playing dress-up with your mother’s veil and having teddy bears as your guests would have an influence on you one day.”
“You mean like wanting to have a traditional wedding where the groom doesn’t have to bribe the bride? Yeah, my childhood messed me up real bad,” she said with sarcasm.
“You’re not working here, Izzy. And this conversation is over.”
“No, it’s not. I’m giving you a solution to paying off what I owe. I’ll work off the amount Ellie paid for our debts and the rest you get from her. So when do I start?”
“You are not working here.”
“Do you really want to have some guy groping you as you serve drinks? Or a group of guys? I run a tight ship and look out for my staff, but sometimes it happens.”
“I can look after myself. I have been groped before, you know. I can deal with it.”
He slid his chair closer, bending his legs so hers surrounded him without touching, but close, very close. He looked up at her under dark lashes. “So if some guy puts a hand on your leg you wouldn’t mind?”
She shook her head.
“And if that hand strayed beneath your dress?” he asked as his hand reached out to graze the sensitive skin of her inner thigh, making her shudder.
She shook her head slowly, earning a dark look. Of course she would mind. But this was Jack.
Meet Tracey Rogers:
A devourer of books from an early age, I spent much of my childhood stepping into wardrobes, searching for that magical snowy world where conversing with animals would be expected. When I wasn’t searching for those worlds, I wrote about them instead. My first step into the world of romance was when I stole sneak peeks into my nana’s books. I’m still in that world and refuse to leave.
I live in Staffordshire, UK, with my husband and three wonderful children. An avid reader and writer of romance, I strongly believe that words make the world go around.