“The Best Worst First Date Ever” by Holly Kerr
Blurb: The adventures of Charlotte Dodd continue with The Best Worst First Date Ever.
Tenley Scott is a single mother and owner of Soup du Jour. She’s full of nervous excitement for her date with Colin, the handsome Brit who’s been hanging around the café.
She’s expecting casual conversation over drinks. Maybe dinner. Possibly a second date.
Not crazed ex-girlfriends, armed thugs, car crashes and a kidnapping. Worst date ever.
And then Tenley finds out about NIAA, the Canadian secret spy organization. Hello, Charlotte Dodd.
In a move out of a sci-fi movie, Charlotte’s missing memories are implanted into Tenley’s mind, giving Tenley top secret information about the Agency, dangerous spy missions and Charlotte’s love, Hamilton Short. Now it’s a race to keep Tenley out of the hands of those who want the information and to find a way to get Charlotte out of her head.
It’s been a while since Tenley’s been on a date, but this date turns out worse – and better- than she ever expected!
“Incoming – hottie with the glasses,” Casey had announced under her breath. She gave me a push towards the register. “You take him – you look adorable with your hair up like that today.” I stumbled to the counter, already flustered.
“Hello,” he said politely, with the most adorable Hugh Grant-like accent.
“Can I help -?” A jerk of my hand knocks against the napkins left at cash and the package falls to the floor. I bend to retrieve them and smack my head on the counter when I stand. “Ow. Sorry. Hi.”
“Are you all right?” He looked at me with concern and the faintest tinge of amusement, which sends the blood rushing to my face.
“Fine. What can I get you?”
“Did you know…your name tag…ah, I can’t help but notice, but it appears to be upside down.” I glanced down. My Soup Du Jour name tag, which I insist all my employees wear, was indeed upside down. Colin was staring pointedly at it, his head cocked at a funny angle.
“Oh. Uh…” I was at a loss because I couldn’t turn it right side up without reaching inside my T-shirt. “It’s Tenley. My name.”
“Yes, I know,” he says with his shy smile. “Tenley.”
I like the way my name sounds with his accent. ‘Ten-ley’, with a slight upswing on the second syllable.
“Oh. Um, well, I know you’re Mr. Tea-with-vanilla-and-two-sugars.” He consistently orders a medium Earl Gray with two sugars and a shot of vanilla, the low-fat version of a London Fog, every time he comes in.
“Otherwise known as Colin.” His wide mouth quirked up at the corners when he smiled. “Colin Darcy.”
“Really?” I asked with disbelief. “That’s really your name?”
“Yes…” His eyebrow cocked up and I flushed with embarrassment.
“It’s just…it sounds like a very British name,” I say, fervently hoping he is indeed British, and not Scottish or Australian. “You know like Colin Firth played Mr. Darcy in Pride and Prejudice. And Mark Darcy in Bridget Jones’ Diary. Very British.”
Can it be any more obvious that I’m seriously out of practice talking to men? Have I ever been in practice?
About the author: Holly Kerr writes chick lit, rom-com and women’s fiction – books about strong women going after what they want. Her Charlotte Dodd series lets her live out her fantasies of being an action hero.