
Title: The Blind Date Diaries
Author: Brenda St John Brown
Genre: Romantic Comedy
Release Date: January 15, 2020
Release Date: January 15, 2020
Blurb
Dating?
Lower than a bikini wax on my list of priorities.
Blind
dating? Letās just say Iād rather have a Brazilian - and not the
hot soccer-player variety.
So the fact
Iāve 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 ā the son of the
publisher of Pink ā and he dislikes me as much as I dislike
him.
Or at least
I thought he did.
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Excerpt
āAng is going to be Pinkās own Bachelorette?ā Erinās tone is snarky, and I dig my fingernails into
my palm to keep myself from snapping back at her. Just because Iām curvy
doesnāt mean I couldnāt be a Bachelorette.
āWithout the roses. Because
thatās dumb, man. I donāt care what anyone says,ā 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 heās had to himself. āThe introductory spread is going in
the print edition, weāve got banner ads for the website, and Patrickās also put
together a set of social media banners. Weāll need to really build buzz about
this before we run the first blind date story next week.ā
āWhat if no one responds?ā
asks Mike. āYouāre relying on nominations, right? What if there arenāt any?ā
āOh, come on. As if.ā
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 itās not about me at all in the broad scheme of things.
But in the details, it is. Iām the datee in this thing and Iām no Helen of
Troy. I mean, Iām not ugly, justā¦average. Average height. Average looks. On the
plus side, I have great cheekbones. On the minus side, Iām carrying at least
twenty extra pounds because I donāt exercise enough. My other older brother,
Will, always says I have the body of a supermodel hidden in me somewhere, but
Willās a personal trainer and he gets paid to say things like that.
Erinās voice snaps me out of
my reverie. āWe need a plant.ā
āA plant?ā A shrub, maybe a
rhododendron? āFor what?ā
āNot that kind. I mean a
pre-determined winner for date one,ā says Erin. āSo in case no one comes
forward, we can fudge it and have someone to kick this off.ā
Before I can respond, a
voice rings out from the back of the room and all heads turn towards Jack
Reese, whoās somehow slipped in the back when no one was watching. āIāll do
it.ā
My heart leaps to my throat.
Jackās gaze is cool and detached, although his eyes rake over me like heās
picturing my gray skirt pushed up around my waist and now I canāt 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 heās had an effect on me and heās ticking off some mental scorecard.
āUh, yeah?ā My words are no
better than a stutter. āI mean, that could work, right?ā
āUnless you have a better
suggestion?ā Erinās 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,
āNope. Jack, that makes you bachelor number one. As long as youāre up for it?ā
āOh, Iām up for it.ā Jack wriggles his eyebrows and Erin giggles.
Author Bio
Brenda is a displaced New Yorker living in the English
countryside. Sheās lived in the UK long enough to gain dual citizenship, but
still doesnāt understand Celsius. However, she has learned the appropriate use
of the word āpantsā. And how to order a proper bacon bap/barm/buttie. Because,
well, bacon.
Brenda writes contemporary romance to make you giggle and
swoon. When sheās not writing, she enjoys hiking, running and reading. In
theory, she also enjoys cooking, but itās more that she enjoys eating and, try
as she might, she canāt live on Doritos alone.
For more information or to connect with Brenda visit http://brendastjohnbrown.com
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