Why You Should Never Kiss Your Blind Date- book 2

A forced proximity, he-falls-first rom com

She definitely should never have let him kiss her…

What’s the worst thing that could happen to two commitment-phobes? A blind date—that ends in the ER instead of the bedroom.

Danika prides herself on not needing anyone for anything. And now she’s stuck with Sam Bradford, the stubborn, hot, charming, guilt-ridden playboy determined to take care of her until her wrist heals. In spite of his one-night-only rule with women.

But hey, there’s nothing wrong with making the best of being temporarily stuck together, is there? Because the key word is still temporarily.

this book was previously published as Just Like That (Just Everyday Heroes: Day Shift/ the Bradfords)

The Series:

Why You Should Never Kiss Your Boss (Ben & Jessica)
Why You Should Never Kiss Your Blind Date (Sam & Dani)
Why You Should Never Kiss A Grump (Mac & Sara)
Why You Should Never Kiss Your Fake Boyfriend (Dooley & Morgan)
Why You Should Never Kiss Your Ex-Husband (Kevin & Eve)
Why You Should Never Kiss Your Brother’s Best Friend (Ryan & Amanda)
Why You Should Never Kiss Your Ex (Shane & Isabelle)
Why You Should Never Kiss Your Enemy (Nate & Emma)
Why You Should Never Kiss Your Best Friend (Cody & Olivia)
Why You Should Never Kiss Your Roommate (Conner & Gabby)

Available at the following retailers:

Amazon/ KU Paperback

Read Excerpt

“She needs a man who she can experiment with so she can figure out what she likes,” Carmen said resolutely. “Clearly the ones she’s been with have been duds.”

Danika frowned at that. “They have not been duds.” They’d all been nice, sweet guys. Unassuming, undemanding…un-lots of things. Just the way she liked them.

“Maybe not duds,” Abi said, gently. “But they’re…vanilla cupcakes.”

“What?” Maybe it was the tequila. The conversation just kept getting crazier.

“You love fudge brownies,” Abi said. “But you’re dating vanilla cupcakes. They’re not bad, but you don’t crave cupcakes.”

Carmen’s grin was huge and Danika groaned.

“That’s a perfect analogy, Dani,” she said. “You’ve got to find a fudge brownie.”

The thing was, it was a good analogy. It was scary how close her sisters had just come to the truth. It wasn’t like she was picking cupcakes on accident. She knew her weakness was fudge brownies. And therefore trouble. A great brownie could make her throw all her discipline away, forget her goals and plans. Even a not-so-great brownie—because, after all, even a bad brownie was still a brownie—could make her lose control, decide the pleasure was worth the consequences.

“So I’m supposed to only date men who make me think of food?”

Abi grinned. “Men who make you think about indulgence and devouring and…licking all over.”

“Exactly,” Carmen said, her eyes twinkling. “It’s like your life is a bakery and you have everything to choose from. But you go for the vanilla cupcakes, even though you could have a brownie and that’s what you’d really like and what would completely satisfy you.”

Her life was a bakery. Terrific.

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