{"product_id":"the-kissing-booth-isbn-9780385378680","title":"The Kissing Booth","description":"\u003cb\u003eNOW A NETFLIX MOVIE STARRING JOEY KING AND JACOB ELORDI! \u003cb\u003eRead the first book in the Kissing Booth series for some fun, fresh romance from Beth Reekles.\u003c\/b\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eMeet Rochelle “Elle” Evans: pretty, popular—and never been kissed. Meet Noah Flynn: badass, volatile—and a total player.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eWhen Elle decides to run a kissing booth at her school's Spring Carnival, she locks lips with Noah and her life is turned upside down. Her head says to keep away, but her heart wants to draw closer. This romance seems far from a fairy tale.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eIs Elle headed for heartbreak or will she get her happily ever after?\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eDon’t miss the next two books in the series:\u003cbr\u003e\u003ci\u003e\u003cb\u003e-The Kissing Booth #2: Going the Distance \u003c\/b\u003e\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cb\u003e\u003ci\u003e-The Kissing Booth #3: One Last Time \u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cb\u003ePraise for the Queen of Rom Coms:\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"Beth Reekles became a sensation.\" —\u003ci\u003eToday \u003c\/i\u003eon \u003ci\u003eThe Kissing Booth\u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"The lighthearted comedy is perfect for summer.\"—\u003ci\u003eTeen Vogue\u003c\/i\u003e on \u003ci\u003eThe Kissing Booth\u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"A holiday in the sun filled with heart and soul.\"—\u003ci\u003eKirkus Reviews\u003c\/i\u003e on \u003ci\u003eBeach Cute\u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"An entertaining blend of humor, romance, and drama.\" —\u003ci\u003ePublishers Weekly\u003c\/i\u003e on \u003ci\u003eBeach Cute\u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"A messy romance during a prestigious London internship.\"—\u003ci\u003eKirkus\u003c\/i\u003e on \u003ci\u003eLove \u0026amp; Lattes\u003c\/i\u003e \u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"Swoon.\" —\u003ci\u003eBooklist \u003c\/i\u003eon \u003ci\u003eLove \u0026amp; Lattes\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cp\u003e \u003cbr\u003eBeth Reekles is seventeen years old and lives in South Wales. She is studying physics, math, French, and Spanish and hopes to study physics in college. She is an undeniable bookworm and an avid drinker of tea. Beth first published \u003ci\u003eThe Kissing Booth\u003c\/i\u003e on the Wattpad platform, where it is the most-viewed, most-commented-on teen fiction title on the site, with 19 million reads and 40,000 comments to date. It also won the Most Popular Teen Fiction Watty Award. You can find her on Twitter at @Reekles.\u003c\/p\u003e ‘Do you want a drink?’ Lee called from the kitchen as I shut the front door.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e ‘No, thanks,’ I called back. ‘I’ll head on up to your room.’\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e ‘Sure thing.’\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e I’d never stop wondering at how big Lee Flynn’s house was; it was practically a mansion. There was a room downstairs complete with a fifty-inch TV and surround sound, not to mention the pool table, and the (heated) pool outside.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Even though I treated it like a second home the only place I felt really, really comfortable was in Lee’s bedroom.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e I opened the door and saw the sunlight spilling in through the open doors leading to his small balcony. Posters of bands covered the walls, his drum kit sat in the corner next to a guitar, and his Apple Mac was proudly displayed on a smart mahogany desk that matched the rest of the furniture.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e But, just like any other sixteen-year-old boy’s room, the floor was littered with T-shirts and underpants and stinky socks; a half-eaten sandwich festered next to the Apple Mac, and empty cans were strewn over almost every surface.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e I launched myself onto Lee’s bed, loving the way it bounced.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e We’d been best friends since we were born. Our moms both knew each other from college and I only lived a ten-minute walk away now. Lee and I had grown up together. We might as well have been twins: freakishly, we were born on the same day.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e He was my best friend. Always had been and always will be. Even if he did annoy the hell out of me sometimes.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e He turned up just at that moment, holding two opened bottles of orange soda, knowing I’d have drunk his at some point anyway.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e ‘We need to decide what we’re doing for the carnival,’ I said.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e ‘I know,’ he sighed, messing up his dark brown hair and scrunching up his freckled face. ‘Can’t we just do a coconut thing? You know, when they throw balls and try to knock the coconuts off?’\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e I shook my head in wonder. ‘That’s what I was thinking . . .’\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e ‘Of course it is.’\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e I smirked a little. ‘But we can’t. It’s already taken.’\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e ‘Why do we have to come up with a booth anyway? Can’t we just manage the whole event and make other people come up with the booths?’\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e ‘Hey, you’re the one who said being on the school council would look good on our college applications.’\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e ‘You’re the one who agreed to it.’\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e ‘Because I wanted to be on the dance committee,’ I pointed out. ‘I didn’t realize we had to work on the carnival too.’\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e ‘This sucks.’\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e ‘I know. Oh, hey, what about if we hired one of those, um . . . you know’--I made a swinging gesture with my hands--‘those things with the hammer.’\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e ‘Where they test your strength?’\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e ‘Yeah. That thing.’\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e ‘No, they already ordered one of those.’\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e I sighed. ‘I don’t know then. There’s not much left--everything’s already taken.’\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e We looked at each other and both said, ‘I told you we should’ve started planning this earlier.’\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e We laughed, and Lee sat at his computer, spinning around on the chair slowly.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e ‘Haunted house?’\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e I gave him a deadpan look--well, I tried. It wasn’t easy to catch his eye when he was spinning around like that.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e ‘It’s spring, Lee. Not Halloween.’\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e ‘Yeah, so?’\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e ‘No. No haunted house.’\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e ‘Fine,’ he grumbled. ‘Then what do you suggest?’\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e I shrugged. Truth was, I had no idea. We were pretty much screwed. If we didn’t come up with a booth, then we’d end up being booted off the council, which would mean we couldn’t put it on our college applications next year.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e ‘I don’t know. I can’t think when it’s this hot.’\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e ‘Then take off your sweater and come up with something.’\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e I rolled my eyes, and Lee started surfing Google for ideas for a booth for the Spring Carnival. I tugged my sweater off over my head, and felt the sun on my bare stomach. I tried to wriggle my arms back through so I could pull down the tank top I was wearing underneath . . .\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e ‘Lee,’ I said, my voice muffled. ‘A little help?’\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e He sniggered at me, and I heard him get up. At that moment the bedroom door was pushed open, and I thought for a minute he’d left me in a tangle, but the next second I heard a different voice.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e ‘Jeez, at least lock the door if you guys are going to do that.’\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e I froze, my cheeks going bright pink as Lee tugged down my tank top and yanked the sweater off my head, leaving my hair static.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e I looked up to see his older brother leaning against the door frame, smirking at me.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e ‘Hey, Shelly,’ he greeted me. He knew I hate being called Shelly. I let Lee get away with it, but Noah was another matter entirely. He did it solely to annoy me. Nobody else dared call me ‘Shelly’, not after I had yelled at Cam for it in the fourth grade. Now everybody called me Elle, short for Rochelle. Just like nobody else dared call him ‘Noah’, except for Lee and his parents; everyone else called him by his surname, Flynn.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e ‘Hi, Noah,’ I shot back with a sweet smile.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e His jaw clenched and his dark eyebrows rose a little, like he was daring me to carry on calling him that. I just smiled back and the sexy smirk returned to his face.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Noah was just about the hottest guy to grace this earth; believe me, I’m not exaggerating. He had dark hair that flopped into his electric blue eyes, and he was tall and broad shouldered. His nose was a little crooked from when it was broken in a fight and didn’t set quite right--Noah wasn’t a stranger to fights, but he’d never been suspended. 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