Blurb:
Its the life i was born to live: billionaire's daughters, living amongst the rich and famous. But my mom kept me a secret from my dad. UNTIL now.
I was so out of my league. Fancy parties, expensive cars, and a private school for the elite...it sounds like a dram. But everything is not as perfect as it seems on the outside. Here, the secrets are dirty and the lies comes easy.....
Welcome to My Fab Life......
Kihanna, your average high school junior about t enter her senior year of high school. Raised by her middle class single mother she enjoys her life but has a constant need to find out who her father is.....and suddenly she does.
Kihanna finds out about her billionaire father, social climbing step-mother and sleazy step-brother and enters a whirlwind of drama, social climbing and lies.
This story I
is very much young adults, you feel with Kihanna how she's trys to find her place in a world she's wayyyy over her head In. The Fab Life is only a tease of what I feel Mercy Amare has to offer. You get sucked into the story of Kihanna, Gabe, Ty and everyone else that when you hit the last page you cant help but wonder whats happening now.
The Fab Life can one day be a television series, and I would be glued to the tube each week wondering what adventure Kihanna will be on next.
A combination of clueless, sweet valley high and mean girls but still very much its own.
i give The Fab Life by Mercy Amare.....
Excerpt
My palms are sweating, and my heart literally
feels like it’s going to beat it’s way out of my chest. I decide that I may
vomit before the night is over, but hopefully it won’t be on myself or Ty. I
run my hand over the bannister was I walk down the stairs. I keep in there
incase I trip, which is very possible. I try to focus on the steps and not on
the fact that I’m about to go out of my first date.
Gah. I hate that word. Date. It’s too gray. I like
black and white. Nothing about this night is black or white.
I count the steps as I walk down. There are
exactly 32 steps from the top floor to the bottom floor. When I get to the
bottom, I am forced to look up at Ty. He looks good. Really good. Dammit.
He doesn’t look nervous at all. In fact he looks completely cool. Of course
he’s cool. He’s probably been out on like a million dates before. Why should
he be nervous?
I am relieved to see that he’s wearing jeans and
a concert shirt. I didn’t underdress or overdress, and I’m glad I decided to
wear jeans. I’m going to ask Toby’s advice more often.
“You look beautiful,” he says, and then hands me
a bouquet of purple flowers.
Flowers = date, right?
Ugh, why does this suddenly feel awkward?
I take them from him. I have no idea what kind
of flowers they are. I feel like I should know, but it’s not like I frequently
get flowers from guys. “Thank you. They are beautiful.”
What am I supposed to do with the flowers? Am I
supposed to take them with us? Or am I supposed to leave them here? There
should a Dating for Dummies book that covers this. Maybe there is. Memo
to self - look it up. I will be more prepared next time.
Next time? Calm down, Kihanna, I tell myself. Let’s get through tonight before we start
thinking about a second date.
Mercy Amare
I am a YA/ NA author, with an addiction to NOS & Red Bull
energy drinks. My guilty pleasure is the TV series The Lying Game and The
Vampire Diaries. I'm 23 years old. I currently live in St Louis, with my
husband of 2 years.
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