Sarah Lewis has a pickle to work out. Itβs a week away from one of her friendβs weddings and Sarah needs to find someone to fill in as a groomsman. Short on time and social skills, she turns to speed dating. For someone who is slightly anti-social, itβs sure to be a lesson in what not to do. Reid
Un-Dateable (One Too Many Men)
β Scribed by Bello, Alice
- Book ID
- 107909574
- Publisher
- Alice Bello
- Year
- 2014
- Tongue
- English
- Weight
- 130 KB
- Category
- Fiction
No coin nor oath required. For personal study only.
β¦ Synopsis
Danas love life is as bad as her green thumb... which is black as death itself. But maybe with enough effort, and a makeover, she can find Mr. Right.
In Un-Dateable, physical therapist Dana Jamison comes to grips with her glaring lack of a love life. Her mother likens it to her ability to neglect a potted plant to death in less than two weeks. Her best friend thinks she needs to throw herself into the dating world and find herself an orgasm-buddy. Doggedly, she sets Dana up with one horrifically strange man after another with absolutely no success.
Until she matches Dana up with Dean Coulter, a hot young doctor who treats her like gold, feeds her Chinese, and makes her body sizzle with lust. Dana and Dean move from dating, to sex-capades, to nearly being a couple.
But thereβs something missing--sheβs not in love with Dean. Danaβs in love with Gus, the abrasive, though handsome, plant nursery owner who helps her in her hapless efforts to keep her potted plants alive, along with her hopes for a love life.
With the good doctor suddenly proposing and Gus turning the sexual heat up on her, Dana must decide which man is the one for her, before she loses them both.
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