Author: Jennifer Honeybourn
Genre: YA Contemporary Romance
Publication Date: July 18, 2017
Publisher: Swoon Reads
Description:
Sixteen-year-old Quinn Hardwick’s having a rough summer. Her beloved grandmother has been put into a home, her dad’s gambling addiction has flared back up and now her worst enemy is back in town: Wesley James, former childhood friend—until he ruined her life, that is.
So when Wesley is hired to work with her at Tudor Tymes, a medieval England themed restaurant, the last thing Quinn’s going to do is forgive and forget. She’s determined to remove him from her life and even the score all at once—by getting him fired.
But getting rid of Wesley isn’t as easy as she’d hoped. When Quinn finds herself falling for him, she has to decide what she wants more: to get even, or to just get over it.
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"So what's up, man? Did you get the job?" Caleb asks as he rings up my book.
I hand him my debit card, trying to keep my expression calm. Inside, though, I'm a tornado. Because I know what's coming. I know exactly what Wesley will say next. And I can't think of a way to stop him.
"Yup. In fact...Q and I work together," he says.
And there it is. Another secret spilled by Wesley James.
Caleb's eyebrows fly up into his hairline. "You work at Tudor Tymes, Quinn? You never mentioned that."
It's not exactly something I go around broadcasting. Most of my friends don’t even know, with the exception of Erin. I was teased in middle school, so I’ve learned not to give anyone any ammunition. Working in a medieval restaurant is just asking for it.
"I loved that place when I was a kid," Caleb says. "Which character are you?"
Wesley chuckles. "She's a wench."
"I am not a wench," I say, glaring at him. "I'm a royal servant."
"Please." Wesley drains his coffee. He shoots the empty cup over the counter and it sinks perfectly into the small metal garbage can behind Caleb. "She's definitely a wench. She wears a corset."
They both stare at me, like they're picturing me in it right now, which is totally humiliating. I cross my arms over my chest to block their view. "Yeah, well, he's a pirate magician." I make a face like, isn't-that-the-stupidest-thing-you've-ever-heard, but Caleb doesn't catch it. He's busy shoving my book into a recycled tote bag.
"You're still doing magic, dude?" he says.
"Helps with the tips," Wesley mutters.
"You mean it helps you steal tips." I take the bag from Caleb. "We should probably get going. I don't want to be late for practice."
"Yeah." Caleb takes off his name tag and slides it into his pocket. "You ready?" he says to Wesley.
Wait...what?
"Wes is coming with us, He's thinking about buying my truck, so I told him to come for a test drive. You don't mind, do you?"
Mind? Of course I mind. But I don’t know how I can tell Caleb that without seeming like a total freak.
And so that is how I end up wedged between them, Caleb on one side and Wesley on the other.
I hand him my debit card, trying to keep my expression calm. Inside, though, I'm a tornado. Because I know what's coming. I know exactly what Wesley will say next. And I can't think of a way to stop him.
"Yup. In fact...Q and I work together," he says.
And there it is. Another secret spilled by Wesley James.
Caleb's eyebrows fly up into his hairline. "You work at Tudor Tymes, Quinn? You never mentioned that."
It's not exactly something I go around broadcasting. Most of my friends don’t even know, with the exception of Erin. I was teased in middle school, so I’ve learned not to give anyone any ammunition. Working in a medieval restaurant is just asking for it.
"I loved that place when I was a kid," Caleb says. "Which character are you?"
Wesley chuckles. "She's a wench."
"I am not a wench," I say, glaring at him. "I'm a royal servant."
"Please." Wesley drains his coffee. He shoots the empty cup over the counter and it sinks perfectly into the small metal garbage can behind Caleb. "She's definitely a wench. She wears a corset."
They both stare at me, like they're picturing me in it right now, which is totally humiliating. I cross my arms over my chest to block their view. "Yeah, well, he's a pirate magician." I make a face like, isn't-that-the-stupidest-thing-you've-ever-heard, but Caleb doesn't catch it. He's busy shoving my book into a recycled tote bag.
"You're still doing magic, dude?" he says.
"Helps with the tips," Wesley mutters.
"You mean it helps you steal tips." I take the bag from Caleb. "We should probably get going. I don't want to be late for practice."
"Yeah." Caleb takes off his name tag and slides it into his pocket. "You ready?" he says to Wesley.
Wait...what?
"Wes is coming with us, He's thinking about buying my truck, so I told him to come for a test drive. You don't mind, do you?"
Mind? Of course I mind. But I don’t know how I can tell Caleb that without seeming like a total freak.
And so that is how I end up wedged between them, Caleb on one side and Wesley on the other.
Jennifer Honeybourn works in corporate communications in Vancouver, British Columbia. She’s a fan of British accents, Broadway musicals, and epic, happily-ever-after love stories. If she could have dinner with anyone, dead or alive, she’d have high tea with Walt Disney, JK Rowling, and her nana. She lives with her husband, daughter
and cat in a house filled with books. Wesley James Ruined My Life is her first novel.
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