The Date Next Door: Do-Over Date Series: Second Chance Clean Romances, #3
By Susan Hatler
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Carefree Hannah Griffin's life is on track: she's spending time with friends and working to win over her new boss at work after a substantial promotion. Soon, however, disaster strikes, when a potential client refuses to answer her calls. Then Hannah's long-time and unrequited crush, super polished Blake Remington, moves in next door.
Hannah has ignored her feelings for her best friend's older brother by keeping her distance, but now he's popping by every day. When Blake reveals he has an extra ticket to a couple's golf tournament, Hannah discovers her potential client will be there and offers to be Blake's date. One major problem: Hannah doesn't know how to golf.
As Blake teaches Hannah to golf, she struggles with feeling out of place in his country club world. Blake's kindness and flirting help her feel at ease. As Hannah's feelings grow, her crush on Blake turns into love and she wonders if she and Blake might have a chance—until Blake's classy ex returns, determined to win him back.
Will the boy Hannah has always loved break her heart, or will Blake realize she's the one he's been looking for?
Susan Hatler
SUSAN HATLER è una Scrittrice Bestseller del New York Times e di USA Today. Scrive romanzi contemporanei umoristici e sentimentali e racconti per giovani adulti. Molti dei libri di Susan sono stati tradotti in tedesco, spagnolo, italiano e francese. Ottimista d’indole, Susan crede che la vita sia strabiliante, che le persone siano affascinanti, e che la fantasia sia infinita. Ama trascorrere il tempo con i suoi personaggi e spera che anche tu lo faccia. Puoi contattare Susan qui: Facebook: facebook.com/authorsusanhatler Twitter: twitter.com/susanhatler Sito internet: susanhatler.com/italiano Blog: susanhatler.com/category/susans-blog
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- Rating: 5 out of 5 stars5/5Hannah doesn't need any more complications. She's just been promoted, and her top client refuses to return her calls. Then, her best friend's brother Blake—her schoolgirl crush—moves in next door. It's been five years since she's seen him, and he's hotter than ever.
She's determined to keep her distance until she finds out he's got an extra ticket to play in a charity golf tournament. One where her elusive client is also playing. Never mind that she can't golf. She needs that ticket. As Blake teachers her the game, things heat up between them. Despite her clumsiness and high emotions, can she win the client—and the guy?
This is a quirky, funny book with tons of heart. I love the best friend's brother trope and all the memories of teenage angst that come with it. Hannah and Blake are so cute together, they can't help but win your heart.
Thanks, Booksprout, for the ARC I received. This is my honest and voluntary review.
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The Date Next Door - Susan Hatler
CHAPTER ONE
The only thing worse than unpacking is unpacking twice, yet I’m currently unpacking for the third time since moving to downtown Sacramento. Yay, me! Not. In my book, unpacking ranks right up there with scrubbing the pot after making mac and cheese, picking gum off the sole of my favorite sneakers, or trying to find a room to rent from roommates I don’t know.
So, I’d chosen Queen of Couch Hopping—until today.
Before bouncing from couch to couch in my friends’ downtown pads, I’d been living with two of my four brothers outside of the city and had grown tired of commuting to my job. Rush hour traffic twice a day? Pass. After bumming it on my friend Krista’s couch and then on my friend Abigail’s couch, I was now officially renting a room from my childhood best friend Lucy Remington. Lucy and I had always talked about rooming together in college, but then she had gone off to Princeton whereas I’d attended college locally at U.C. Davis.
After all these years, Lucy and I were finally living together. I would’ve been jumping up and down if I weren’t, you know, unpacking. I surveyed my new room in her swanky townhome—the tall ceiling, the white trimmed windows with Roman shades, and my twin mattress, box springs, and frame I’d used since college.
My gaze landed on Lucy as she lifted one of my sundresses to her chest and then scrutinized her reflection in the room’s full-length mirror. I’d just dug that dress out of one of the many cardboard boxes I’d lugged up the staircase of Lucy’s new townhome, which her mom had bought her (paid cash, mind you) just so Lucy would live close
to her parents. Must be nice.
The last thing my mom bought me was a box of candy at the movie theatre when we saw the latest Jennifer Lawrence movie. But, in my mom’s defense, my parents weren’t exactly loaded like the Remingtons. Lucy had a credit card from her parents with no limit and shopped at designer boutiques, whereas I usually bought my clothes from sale racks and second-hand stores. Despite our financial polarities, we’d bonded as kids.
My shoulders tensed as I hung a denim jacket on a hanger, and then set it on the rack inside the closet. Unpacking, endless unpacking. . . Next, I grabbed a pair of jeans, folded it into a dresser drawer, and then turned around to find the sundress my friend had been holding tossed back into the box I’d just emptied.
Lucy!
I picked up the dress as she turned to face me, her hand hovering over the jacket I’d just hung up. She snatched her hand back and put on an innocent look.
Her eyes widened. What’s up, Hannah?
You’re missing the whole unpacking part of this process,
I said, tilting my head to the left, my dark curls bouncing on my shoulder. You offered to help, not work against me.
I’m just so excited that we’re finally roommates.
Lucy grinned and then took the dress and put it on a hanger as I returned to another seemingly bottomless box. Sharing clothes is practically required for roommates. I’m just checking out my options.
Oh, is that what you’re doing?
I laughed as she dug deeper into my nearly bursting closet. Lucy’s closet was filled with Prada and Gucci, whereas mine held thrift store finds and bargain buys. Mashed together our combined clothing outfits would definitely be one of a kind.
But none of these plain black skirts or button ups are going to work for my date tonight,
Lucy grumbled, tossing a couple of rejected outfit choices over her shoulder and back into a cardboard box. This is my last try for a boyfriend I can actually count on before I give up for good, so my outfit has to reflect that goal or I’m toast.
No pressure or anything,
I said, raising an eyebrow.
Right? Well, if Derek were making me dinner at home then one of those outfits might’ve worked, but he’s taking me to The Boat House for dinner. You know, that restaurant on the river in Old Sac?
I nodded, feeling slightly envious. Must be nice to have a date you’re looking forward to.
You dated Patrick for a little while there,
she said, giving me a look that told me she hadn’t loved Patrick and didn’t exactly miss him.
Patrick was nice,
I said, shrugging my shoulders. Just a little too . . . flaky for me.
I’m done with flaky, too.
She nodded, grabbing a handful of the new office clothes I’d bought after my recent promotion. So not dating attire either.
They’re my new work clothes, okay?
I said, tidying up Lucy’s mess. I’d actually been tidying Lucy’s messes since the first day of grade school when she accidentally dropped her cafeteria tray in the lunchroom and cried. I’d cleaned up her mess, shared my apple slices with her, and we’d been besties ever since. I stared at my new outfits for the office and sighed. I’ve had a lot of pressure at work ever since my boss quit and started her own luggage business.
Jennifer, right? I thought she promoted you before she left.
She did, but now I have to live up to the pay raise by impressing a client my new boss wants me to sign.
Your new boss is still riding you, huh?
To say the least,
I said, studying the pinstriped pencil skirt she held up, which was a departure from my normally free-spirited style. If I don’t sign this client then I really think my boss is going to fire me. I wasn’t his pick for the job and Jennifer had a hard time convincing him to give me the chance. I’ve got one shot, so I can’t mess it up.
I’d been working at the prestigious marketing firm of Haskell & Haskell for two years now and had recently been promoted to the head of their newly created social media department. Despite my experience at the company, Peter Haskell—the CEO—didn’t love that I’d received my Bachelor of Arts in Sociology. He was all about looking good on paper
and apparently my résumé didn’t fit the bill. I wasn’t his first (or second) choice for the position, so he was scrutinizing my every move at the office.
Luckily, Jennifer had convinced Mr. Haskell to let me head the social media department, a must in today’s marketing world. But I had to prove myself and prove myself fast. My test? Signing Ray Livingston—the self-made millionaire fashion designer—to Haskell & Haskell. The problem? Every other firm in town wanted his account. The stress levels? High.
How would I, Hannah Griffin, in her bargain bin skirt and thrift store heels, impress multi-millionaire Ray Livingston? Yeah, that’s what I was still trying to figure out. But I thought starting with straight-laced (read: boring) work attire couldn’t hurt.
Lucy put a hand on my shoulder, making me jump. Don’t worry, Han. You’re going to sign this client and then your boss will realize Jennifer was right about promoting you.
Thanks for your faith, but I don’t know . . .
My stomach roiled. I felt in over my head. Every second spent unpacking was a second I could be strategizing on how to land this new client. Yet I didn’t seem to be making progress on the unpacking front, thanks to my date-focused BFF. I gazed around at the mess in my room and panicked. "I’m so going to get fired."
No, you’ve got this.
She gave my shoulder a little squeeze. I know you do.
I’m not so sure,
I said, wishing for the first time that I’d majored in marketing just so Mr. Haskell would be happier with me. In actuality, I’d chosen to study sociology because I seemed to do well in those classes and I’d enjoyed them. I graduated, got a job, and three years later still hadn’t found my passion until I landed the job working as Jennifer’s assistant and slowly realized what I wanted to do full-time: social media marketing.
This was my chance. I really thought I was good at it and believed I could help Ray Livingston improve the visibility of his brand through social media. I had some great ideas. The problem was that I was a broke twenty-six-year-old whose résumé read: sociology, waitress, and assistant. Who would listen to my suggestions?
Not Peter Haskell, that much was clear.
This client is going to love you,
Lucy insisted, staring into my eyes and nodding like she was certain. You’re totally going to sign him.
But how?
I asked, picking up my new black heels and showing her a scratch on them I hadn’t noticed before. It felt unfair that not coming from a wealthy family left me at a disadvantage. Ray Livingston won’t take me seriously if he thinks I don’t look properly professional, which I admit doesn’t matter right now anyway because I can’t even get him to answer my calls or phone me back. This guy is a multi-millionaire, Lucy. I need Christian Louboutin heels to make a good impression, not second-hand heels.
"Who cares what kind of shoes you’re