I don't generally watch reality television, but I definitely don't watch reality dating shows. Besides the fact that it's completely staged, it's a horrible depiction of people -- women especially.
Women are pitted against each other to compete for the affection of a man they "fall in love" with after a week or two.
I call B.S.
It is complete crap.
So when my best friend, Koko, was hired as a makeup artist o the set of the most popular reality dating show, The One, I teased her mercilessly.
She told me that if I didn't stop teasing her, she would get me back.
And she did...
Which is how I ended up as a contestant on The One.
“ Ohhhh, yeah,” I remembered, familiarity of the case and the names flooding my brain. “’ Sweet’ . That case ended her music career, didn’ t it? I loved that song. I vaguely remember that he was the one who wrote it, but they settled out of court, right?”
“ Yes. But do you know what he looks like now?” My best friend inquired.
“ No... I just remember being fascinated by the case because—”
“ I’ m going to go ahead and stop you right there,” she interrupted, cutting me off mid-sentence.
“ We are not going to talk law right now. We are going to talk about you having the chance to bump uglies with Julian Winters. He is the—”
I frowned as I interjected, “ The sheer fact that you said ‘ bump uglies’ has disqualified you from giving me advice about anything in general, but sex specifically. You need to—”
A quick knock on the door followed by the sound of it being pushed open forced my sentence to end abruptly.
About The Author
Danielle Allen is the author of the Back to Life Series (Back to Life, Back to Reality, Back to December*), Love Discovered in New York, Autumn & Summer, the Heartache Series (Heartache, Heartfelt, Heartless*) and Work Song.
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