Katrina’s Lesson in Social Media Disasters
or How Technology Can Bite You in the A**
Katrina Phillips is an expert social media manager. But that doesn’t mean she can’t make mistakes. Horrible, hide-in-your-closet-forever mistakes...like accidentally syncing her BootyBook app with her online profiles.
Blammo. Now everyone in the world can see who Katrina has dated and how they rated in appearance, sexual performance and (OMG) detailed descriptions of their manly parts! Now her phone is blowing up with angry exes—and an out-of-the-blue text from the only guy who came close to a perfect score....
Katrina has had a thing for Drew Jordan since forever ago, even if a booze-fuelled one-nighter did destroy their friendship. So why is he suddenly texting her now—and is it because she rated his Sexy Staff of Manliness as “magnificent”? Now the only way to satisfy her curiosity is to reunite with Drew...and rate him all over again!
Dear Reader,
I would say most of us have had a technology fail that resulted in an awkward moment. Personally I sent a mildly sexy email meant for my husband to a coworker, and I still couldn’t tell you how I did it! It was an email mystery. Or worse, my friend who sent a sexy selfie to her ex-father-in-law who has the same first name as her boyfriend. He was a good sport about it, telling her she looked great, and they had a laugh. But what if the fail was greater than that? What if your private feelings and whole sexual history got posted online?
That’s what I decided to put my heroine, Katrina, through. Not only does every guy she has dated know what she thought of him, good or bad, her best friend turned one night stand, Drew Jordan, sees what she wrote about him—which is more than a little revealing. But maybe a social media snafu is just the thing to reveal even more....
I hope you enjoy my story and always check twice before hitting send! You can find me at www.erinmccarthy.net.
Happy reading!
Erin
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Erin McCarthy
Contemporary, sexy stories for sassy women.
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ABOUT THE AUTHOR
USA TODAY and New York Times bestselling author Erin McCarthy sold her first book in 2002 and has since written almost fifty novels and novellas in teen fiction, new adult and adult romance. Erin has a special weakness for tattoos, karaoke, high-heeled boots and martinis. She lives on the shores of Lake Erie in Ohio with her family, her cat and her stylish and well-dressed Chihuahua/terrier mix.
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Contents
Chapter One
OMG. Are you insane????
Katrina Phillips glanced at the text from her best friend, Samantha, and ignored it. She didn’t have time for drama. She was on the subway and she was late posting the Deal of the Day for one of her clients, Mind & Body Yoga, on all of its social networking sites. She really should have at least gone through the tutorial on her new phone, but she’d figured it was a phone, not a plane. She’d had a dozen previous smartphones, each one simpler to figure out than the preceding model.
Except for this one. All her apps and contacts and data had transferred, but it seemed to be doing some sort of internal knitting together of every individual account she had, weaving them into one lumpy, messy pile of informational yarn. Which reminded her. She had to tell the knitting club she’d joined on a whim that she was quitting. She sucked at knitting.
Only she couldn’t do that because she couldn’t figure her damn phone out.
Her phone dinged again and it was a text from Bryan, a guy she’d gone out with twice who had agreed that they’d split the check for cocktails, then had managed to slide the change into his pocket when she wasn’t looking, stiffing her five bucks. Why would he be contacting her after two months of mutual avoidance?
Bitch.
Well. Good thing he’d bothered to get that off his chest. Annoyed, she deleted the text. Only to have another one replace it.
Hey, baby, wassup? Long time no talk.
O-kay. That was Dirk, a hookup from the year before. Hot, funny, great in bed. Not one to call the next day, as she’d found out. Why would he be crawling out of the woodwork?
Along with James, whom she’d dated for two months.
And Seth.
And Michael.
