Title: The Blind Date Diaries
Author: Brenda St John Brown
Genre: Romantic Comedy
Release Date: January 15, 2020
Blurb
Dating?
Lower than a bikini wax on my list of priorities.
Blind
dating? Let’s just say I’d rather have a Brazilian - and not the
hot soccer-player variety.
So the fact
I’ve agreed to do a blind-date feature for Pink, the magazine I
work for, and write it all up Bridget Jones style means one thing - Pink is
in dire straits and this is my best shot at saving my job.
Make that
my only shot because date number one is with Jack Reese – the son of the
publisher of Pink – and he dislikes me as much as I dislike
him.
Or at least
I thought he did.
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REVIEW:
Jack likes to keep his woman on her toes, "Jack laughs. “I said I needed to return your bra.” The blood drains from my face..." Jack doesn't really like leaving to join the world when hes with his woman, "Jack grins. “Of course. Although we’re going to have to leave here if we want any serious food. The only thing left is a stale doughnut.” I liked this book, I liked Jack.
Excerpt
“Ang is going to be Pink’s own Bachelorette?” Erin’s tone is snarky, and I dig my fingernails into
my palm to keep myself from snapping back at her. Just because I’m curvy
doesn’t mean I couldn’t be a Bachelorette.
“Without the roses. Because
that’s dumb, man. I don’t care what anyone says,” says Patrick, with an
exaggerated eye roll.
Everyone laughs and I shoot
Patrick a grateful look. I owe him big time for jumping on board with this and
keeping any doubts he’s had to himself. “The introductory spread is going in
the print edition, we’ve got banner ads for the website, and Patrick’s also put
together a set of social media banners. We’ll need to really build buzz about
this before we run the first blind date story next week.”
“What if no one responds?”
asks Mike. “You’re relying on nominations, right? What if there aren’t any?”
“Oh, come on. As if.”
Melissa side-eyes Mike and everyone laughs.
I laugh, too, but the truth
is, Mike just hit on my biggest fear related to this whole thing. Not the dates
themselves because if I can get through lunch with my boss, I can get through a
blind date. But what if no one wants to participate? What if no one wants to go
out with me?
And I know it’s not about me at all in the broad scheme of things.
But in the details, it is. I’m the datee in this thing and I’m no Helen of
Troy. I mean, I’m not ugly, just…average. Average height. Average looks. On the
plus side, I have great cheekbones. On the minus side, I’m carrying at least
twenty extra pounds because I don’t exercise enough. My other older brother,
Will, always says I have the body of a supermodel hidden in me somewhere, but
Will’s a personal trainer and he gets paid to say things like that.
Erin’s voice snaps me out of
my reverie. “We need a plant.”
“A plant?” A shrub, maybe a
rhododendron? “For what?”
“Not that kind. I mean a
pre-determined winner for date one,” says Erin. “So in case no one comes
forward, we can fudge it and have someone to kick this off.”
Before I can respond, a
voice rings out from the back of the room and all heads turn towards Jack
Reese, who’s somehow slipped in the back when no one was watching. “I’ll do
it.”
My heart leaps to my throat.
Jack’s gaze is cool and detached, although his eyes rake over me like he’s
picturing my gray skirt pushed up around my waist and now I can’t help
imagining that, too. I glance down at my fingers twisting the pen in my hand
and when I glance back up at Jack, I see a trace of a smirk on his lips. Like
he knows he’s had an effect on me and he’s ticking off some mental scorecard.
“Uh, yeah?” My words are no
better than a stutter. “I mean, that could work, right?”
“Unless you have a better
suggestion?” Erin’s tone makes it clear what she thinks the likelihood of this
is.
All eyes turn towards me. I
could admit right now that the whole Jack thing has already been arranged, but
it occurs to me that it probably looks better for Jack to offer, so I say,
“Nope. Jack, that makes you bachelor number one. As long as you’re up for it?”
“Oh, I’m up for it.” Jack wriggles his eyebrows and Erin giggles.
Author Bio
Brenda is a displaced New Yorker living in the English
countryside. She’s lived in the UK long enough to gain dual citizenship, but
still doesn’t understand Celsius. However, she has learned the appropriate use
of the word “pants”. And how to order a proper bacon bap/barm/buttie. Because,
well, bacon.
Brenda writes contemporary romance to make you giggle and
swoon. When she’s not writing, she enjoys hiking, running and reading. In
theory, she also enjoys cooking, but it’s more that she enjoys eating and, try
as she might, she can’t live on Doritos alone.
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