Genre: Romantic Comedy
Release Date: January 15, 2020
Lower than a bikini wax on my list of priorities.
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.
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
Or at least
I thought he did.
my palm to keep myself from snapping back at her. Just because I’m curvy
doesn’t mean I couldn’t be a Bachelorette.
that’s dumb, man. I don’t care what anyone says,” says Patrick, with an
exaggerated eye roll.
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.”
asks Mike. “You’re relying on nominations, right? What if there aren’t any?”
Melissa side-eyes Mike and everyone laughs.
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?
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.
my reverie. “We need a plant.”
rhododendron? “For what?”
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.”
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
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.
better than a stutter. “I mean, that could work, right?”
suggestion?” Erin’s tone makes it clear what she thinks the likelihood of this
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?”
Angeline and Jack’s story was so good! Definitely should have gone to bed earlier than I did.
I like that Jack and Angeline were both so anxious and worried about how they felt that they were constantly rubbing each other the wrong way. And it made for hilarity to ensue. They aren’t friends, not coworkers but Ang’s boss is Jack’s mom. So they are aware of each other.
Ang is working on a story for the magazine Pink where she goes on blind dates – think like The Bachelorette ish(I think, I’ve never actually watched it) with Bridget Jones Diary mixed in.
A feel good, funny read when you need a laugh.
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,
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.