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How to Lose a Bachelor
Anna Banks
Releasing Nov 9th, 2015
Entangled: Bliss
When
Rochelle Ransom auditioned for the dating show Luring Love, she had big plans
for winning the prize money to help her favorite charity–and if she won the hot
bachelor's heart, even better. But at the last minute she finds out the hot
bachelor is her ex-boyfriend, Grant Drake. Desperate to keep her distance from
him, she'll do anything–and everything–to get voted off.
Years
ago, Rochelle broke Grant’s heart, and he's out for revenge. There's no way
he'll vote her off. After all, vengeance
is a dish best served red-hot...and on live television.
When
her hilarious antics to get kicked off the show escalate, Grant’s reminded why
he fell in love with her the first time. Now he isn't sure which might be more
fun... Seeing how far Rochelle is willing to go to get away or how far he will
to keep her forever.
Grant crossed his arms.
“Really? Because I asked around too, and several of our lovely contestants said
the ‘wardrobe malfunction’ was that she refused to put on any dress chosen for
her. You realize why she wore a FSU shirt, don’t you, Richie. I hate that team.
And as for ratings, I don’t give a rat’s—”
“Please, lower your voice. This isn’t as bad as it
seems.”
“What did you say to her to make her stay? Don’t give me
anymore BS about loopholes in contracts, either.”
Richie pressed his fingertips together thoughtfully. “You
say this woman was the love of your life, yet you don’t even realize what she’s
doing. I find that difficult to believe.”
“You said she was the love of my life. I told you to let
her go.”
“Not going to happen, Grant. Besides, I thought you’d be
happy about this turn of events. About what it means for you.”
Grant scowled. “Are you incapable of being direct?”
“Isn’t it obvious, Grant? She’s making what I would call
a tremendous effort for you to vote her off. Which means she still has feelings
for you.”
“You have a warped sense
of reasoning.” She might have feelings for him, but they sure as hell weren’t
romantic in any way. What, she was trying to woo him with a sweatshirt that
smelled like hot dumpster trash? Richie was crazy.
“She can’t stand to be
around you because of all the feelings your presence dredges up. Is that so
hard to understand?”
Grant blinked. It actually
wasn’t; he could relate. He wished he could turn off the memories her presence provoked
in him. “You can’t let her run wild on the set, Richie. She’s making a joke out
of your show. Don’t you care about that?”
Richie laughed. “She’s
doing exactly what I’d hoped she’d do. The question is, are you going to let
her beat you at this game?”
Grant took the seat behind him and leaned on Richie’s
desk with his forearms. Of course, she was trying to get voted off the show.
She hated his guts, and had an entire decade to let this medley of hatred and
anger simmer. This was her loophole. Her way of getting out of the
contract. “You don’t know Chelle. She
won’t give up. These tantrums will only get worse.”
“Look,” Richie said with a sympathetic sigh that barely
hid his delight. “There’s a fine line between love and hate. Haven’t you ever
heard that? She obviously has strong feelings toward you. It’s up to you to
change the nature of those feelings.”
Grant wiped a hand down his face. Changing Rochelle’s
mind about anything had always been a challenge. But changing her heart? Was
that even possible?
“You handled yourself quite well last night,” Richie
continued. “Very composed for the situation.”
“Am I just supposed to ignore her behavior? That’s not
fair to the other women.”
Richie smirked. “Do you even remember the names of any of
the other women?”
Touché.
NYT Bestselling YA author of The Syrena Legacy series: OF POSEIDON (2012) OF TRITON (2013) OF NEPTUNE (2014). Repped by rockstar Lucy Carson of the Friedrich Agency. I live with my husband and daughter in the Florida Panhandle. I have a southern accent compared to New Yorkers, and I enjoy food cooked with real fat. I can't walk in high heels, but I'm very good at holding still in them. If you put chocolate in front of me, you must not have wanted it in the first place.
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