Faking It isn't as easy as it sounds. Matilda Goodnight's mother has sold a painting that could ruin Tilda's life to a socialite who refuses to see reason. But Tilda is nothing if not practical: she'll just steal it back from the gorgeous but golddigging Clea.
Davy Dempsey's besotted roommate has embezzled all his money and given it to the one woman Davy can never forgive or forget. But Davy is nothing if not resourceful: he'll just steal it back from the lovely but lethal Clea.
Bestseller Crusie (Fast Women, etc.) takes readers on another smooth ride in her latest romantic caper. At the wheel this time is fab art forger Matilda Goodnight, whose chance encounter in a closet with cute con man/thief Davy Dempsey leads to madcap mayhem and breathless romance. He's trying to steal back the money he filched from Clea Lewis, ex-girlfriend (and possible husband killer), who had taken it right back. Tilda just wants her last "Scarlet" painting, which Clea has bought to impress Mason Phipps, her rich art-obsessed beau. It's the last of six forgeries Tilda did for Tony, her now deceased gallery-owner dad, and Tilda is determined to preserve her newly squeaky-clean reputation. Confused yet It gets wackier, because the whole Goodnight clan and supporting cast are as enormously engaging as the loopy plot. There's Tilda's mother, Gwen; her sister, Eve/Louise, a split-personality teacher/diva; her gay ex-brother-in-law, Andrew; and her precocious teenage niece, Nadine. Add a host of shady characters and would-be hitmen, and the breezy plot thickens and puffs up like the light airy doughnuts all Goodnight women are attracted to but eventually forsake for muffins: "Muffins are for the long haul and they always taste good. They don't have that oh-my-God-I-have-to-have-that thing that the doughnuts have going for them, but you still want them the next morning." Finally, defying all odds, Crusie answers the burning questions she poses can liars and thieves fall in love, live happily ever after and stay out of jail while confirming the dangers of dating doughnuts. (Aug. 19) Forecast: The paperback edition of Fast Women hit the New York Times bestseller list a week after publication look for Faking It to move just as fast on the hardcover side. Literary Guild and Doubleday Book Club featured alternate. -- PUBLISHERS WEEKLY.
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St. Martin's Press
April 12, 2003
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Excerpt from Faking It by Jennifer Crusie
MATILDA GOODNIGHT STEPPED BACK FROM HER LATEST MURAL AND realized that of all the crimes she'd committed in her thirty-four years, painting the floor-to-ceiling reproduction of van Gogh's sunflowers on Clarissa Donnelly's dining room wall was the one that was going to send her to hell. God might forgive her the Botticelli Venus she'd painted in the bathroom in Iowa, the Uccello battle scene she'd done for the boardroom in New Jersey, even the Bosch orgy she'd painted in the bedroom in Utah, but these giant, glaring sunflowers were going to be His Last Straw. "I gave you a nice talent," He was going to say to her on Judgment Day, "and this is what you did with it."
Tilda felt her lungs tighten and stuck her hand in her pocket to make sure she had her inhaler.
Beside her, Clarissa wrapped her thin little arms around her size two chenille sweater and squinted at the brownish-yellow flowers. "It's just like his, isn't it?"
"Yes," Tilda said with regret and handed her the museum print of the original.
"The flowers look so... angry," Clarissa said.
"Well." Tilda closed her paint box. "He was nuts."
Clarissa nodded. "I heard about that. The ear."
"Yeah, that got a lot of press." Tilda shrugged off her paint shirt. "So I'll take my completion check--"
"Did you sign it?" Clarissa said. "You need to sign it. I want everybody to know it's a real Matilda Veronica mural."
"I signed it." Tilda pointed the toe of her paint-stained canvas shoe at the bottom where she'd scrawled "Matilda Veronica." "Right there. Now I have to be going--"
"You didn't sign it 'van Gogh,' did you?" Clarissa bent down. "Wouldn't that be forgery?"
"Not unless he had a Kentucky mural period we don't know about." Tilda tried to take a deep breath. "So I'll take that check--"