When aspiring writer Marcie is hired as the personal assistant to her all-time favorite author, Rosalind Lindbergh, she expects to be learning the ins and outs of the industry - not fending off red-hot feelings that aren't exactly "workplace appropriate."
Season 1 of Romancing The Writer
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Willing to do anything to prove she has it together, unemployed writer/perpetual screw-up Marcella Harper somehow manages to land her second-place dream job: personal assistant to her personal hero, best-selling author Rosalind Lindbergh. Brutally dumped less than 24 hours after her first day, Marcie discovers that there may be no better distraction than her new job ... and new boss. After all, Marcie has had a crush on über-famous, ultra-hot Roz since high school. And - although she promised Marcie their relationship was strictly professional - Roz might just be returning her awkward, bumbling advances. When lines begin to blur and career prospects end up on the line, Marcie is sure of one thing: either she gives up on her dreams, or her dream woman.
"You know, they have tutorials online for this kind of thing," I tell her.
"You know, I hired a personal assistant for this kind of thing," she retorts.
And then, we both stand there, awkwardly close. We watch the coffee sputter, then begin to pour. Neither of us utters a word. And, when it's done pouring, neither of us reach for it.
"Are you ... not gonna take your coffee?" I finally ask. It's quiet. Tentative.
"Oh. Right."
Tyler Seguin Fanfiction Story:
When Daisy Winters friend, Tyler Seguin - a professional hockey player for the Dallas Stars - comes asking her to pretend to be his girlfriend to clean up his image, she agrees in return for something else.
This agreement turns her life upside down and digs up some old wounds.
She quickly learns that is the trouble with faking it.
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"I need your help." Tyler says, barging in my front door bright and early on a Saturday morning. I idly wonder when he got a key and how often he has used it.
"If there is one of your one-night-stands sleeping in your house, I'm not going to tell her to leave." I say, eating a spoonful of Lucky Charms.
"I need you to pretend to be my girlfriend." He says and I choke on the cereal that was in my mouth.
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Cover by the lovely mahgadahling