Surprise Agent Invasion #36

Title: LOVE CONTRACT

Genre: YA Contemporary Romance

Word Count: 56,000

Query: 

17-year-old Taylor Simmons’s life, as she knows it, is screwed.

Her only goal in high school is to go to Columbia University and

become a top hot shot lawyer—just like Daddy. For years, she had to

put her personal life aside and keep her record pristine. But all that

flies out of the window when she wakes up in bed with Evan McKinley

after a late night party that she shouldn’t have been at in the first

place.

With her clothes still intacted, Taylor is 98% sure that nothing

happened. All the evidence points to that. Too bad nobody cares. They

prefer to believe the 2% possibility instead. The school’s

salutatorian—damn that Brian Long and his high IQ—together with Nathan

Wilk High School’s very own infamous man-hoe are more than the gossips

could bear.

As the day drags on, rumors grow and escalate until Taylor’s petite

figure have been oogled—something her barely there A’s chest have

never experienced before—and compared to the Space Mountain ride at

Disney World. Exciting, fast, and well-used. The only way to salvage

her tattered reputation is to convince the world that she had been

having a secret relationship with Evan all along, and the night before

was not just a one night stand. Better to be known as the one to tame

the wild surfer rather than just another notch on his surfboard.

Now if only he would agree.

First 250: 

Before I even opened my eyes, I knew something was wrong.

Why? Because I wasn’t in my bed with the cream duvet comforter that

Mom and I got at Macy’s last month like I should be. The fabric under

my fingertips was my first clue. It was cool and kind of scratchy.

Evidence number two: It smelled different. Not in a bad way. Just not

like the apple cinnamon air freshener that Mom loved and sprayed all

over the house despite the fact that Dad and I hated cinnamon. Instead

it smelled like cotton with a faint touch of pine and grass.

But the most damning evidence of all was when I opened my eyes and saw

the muscular bare back of a half-naked guy—at least I hoped half

beneath the navy blanket wrapped around his hips—that definitely

should NOT be in my bed.

Heart racing, I could barely move. “Oh, God. Oh. My. God.” I squeezed

my eyes shut before opening them again. Once. Twice. Over and over

until the fuzzy stars on the pale blue ceiling spun.

With shaky hands, I peered beneath the covers and whoosh! A sigh of

relief escaped. Thank God, I was fully clothed. If you could call the

lacy black tank and capris that Carly stuffed me into the night before

fully clothed. Still, everything looked normal. Besides the strange

room and half naked guy I was in bed with.

I was in a crap load of trouble.