by: Kristin Giese
Genre: Romantic Comedy
Release Date: June 12, 2019
Publisher: All Moxie Ink
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Matthew Milles-Lade, a rich kid whose trust fund is suddenly in question, and Margo Valentine Melon, a writer whose career fizzled before it sparked, are two twenty-something strangers stuck living at home, trying to figure out their lives. When they each come across a real estate listing for a palatial (and significantly underpriced) guest house in one of LA’s toniest neighborhoods, their lives get turned upside down.
What happens next has them racing to catch the truth before it catches them.
Unverified has all the magic and making of the rom coms you love, set in the world of social media stardom and online fame, with just enough real world stakes to make it a page turner you won’t be able to put down.
Margo watched Matt’s chest rise and fall as he lay sleeping on the living room floor of their just-rented home, the glow of her phone screen lighting up the dark room. Her eyes traveled from Matt up to the vaulted ceiling and its white beams. This house was their first move together as a couple. Her phone blinked 3:30 a.m. and her mind wandered back over their evening.
“You two look mighty sharp. Big night out?”
Margo turned to find the eyes of their Uber driver looking at her in the rearview mirror.
“We had a party to go to,” she answered kindly.
“Musta been fancy.” The driver turned, nodding toward her outfit.
She smiled, as she smoothed the front of her vintage Halston jumpsuit. She looked back out the window of the car, watching Matt through the glass of the pizza shop, his head down looking at his phone screen. Her inbox dinged. They put ham on our pizzas. What are we, serial killers? Margo smiled, then typed, Do only serial killers get ham on their pizza? Cuz I kinda don’t hate it. Three dots appeared on her screen. Then, What kind of monster are you?! She laughed out loud.
“Your boyfriend seems like a wise guy.”
Margo’s gaze returned to the rearview mirror and the crinkled corners of the driver’s eyes. “He’s okay,” she offered, warmly.
“You two just got a place, huh?” he peeled off a Mento and offered her one as he popped his in his mouth.
She shook her head no in polite decline, turning to see Matt exit the shop, pizzas in hand.
“Well, I’d tell you good luck,” the driver said, “but you don’t need it. I can always tell the ones who are gonna make it.”
“Are you watching me sleep?” Matt whispered in the dark, startling her back to their empty living room.
“No,” she denied, blushing at the recall of the driver’s words. “But, even if I were, isn’t it considered sweet for a girlfriend to watch her boyfriend sleeping?”
Matt rolled toward her. He lay on the chevron wood floors, four feet away. She was atop a blow-up mattress, the only piece of furniture in the empty room. “I guess it could be considered sweet, but seeing as we’re actually strangers, I think it reads a bit like the start of my Lester Holt, ‘And Then He Vanished,’ Dateline episode.”
Margo laughed out loud as she kicked at the scarf she was using as a makeshift blanket.
“Seeing as I’ve only known you a day and a half, Lester’s not exactly on speed dial just yet.”
“Well, that’s good,” Matt yawned. “I’m actually more a Katie Couric man, anyway.”
“You two look mighty sharp. Big night out?”
Margo turned to find the eyes of their Uber driver looking at her in the rearview mirror.
“We had a party to go to,” she answered kindly.
“Musta been fancy.” The driver turned, nodding toward her outfit.
She smiled, as she smoothed the front of her vintage Halston jumpsuit. She looked back out the window of the car, watching Matt through the glass of the pizza shop, his head down looking at his phone screen. Her inbox dinged. They put ham on our pizzas. What are we, serial killers? Margo smiled, then typed, Do only serial killers get ham on their pizza? Cuz I kinda don’t hate it. Three dots appeared on her screen. Then, What kind of monster are you?! She laughed out loud.
“Your boyfriend seems like a wise guy.”
Margo’s gaze returned to the rearview mirror and the crinkled corners of the driver’s eyes. “He’s okay,” she offered, warmly.
“You two just got a place, huh?” he peeled off a Mento and offered her one as he popped his in his mouth.
She shook her head no in polite decline, turning to see Matt exit the shop, pizzas in hand.
“Well, I’d tell you good luck,” the driver said, “but you don’t need it. I can always tell the ones who are gonna make it.”
“Are you watching me sleep?” Matt whispered in the dark, startling her back to their empty living room.
“No,” she denied, blushing at the recall of the driver’s words. “But, even if I were, isn’t it considered sweet for a girlfriend to watch her boyfriend sleeping?”
Matt rolled toward her. He lay on the chevron wood floors, four feet away. She was atop a blow-up mattress, the only piece of furniture in the empty room. “I guess it could be considered sweet, but seeing as we’re actually strangers, I think it reads a bit like the start of my Lester Holt, ‘And Then He Vanished,’ Dateline episode.”
Margo laughed out loud as she kicked at the scarf she was using as a makeshift blanket.
“Seeing as I’ve only known you a day and a half, Lester’s not exactly on speed dial just yet.”
“Well, that’s good,” Matt yawned. “I’m actually more a Katie Couric man, anyway.”
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Born and raised in Ohio and a proud Shelby Whippet, Kristin’s love for estate jewelry is only outmatched by her commitment to vintage kimonos and her family. Unverified is her 1st novel.
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