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DADDY NEEDS A DATE by Sean Michael / Romance / Released Dec 18, 2017 by Dreamspinner Press
I’ve brought an excerpt from Daddy Needs a Date. I loved writing this story about the daddy who would do anything for his daughters. Anything at all.
This excerpt is of the first meeting between Ryan and Alex.
Alex took another sip of his whiskey on ice and glanced at his watch. Ryan was late. Which was annoying because he was only here as a favor to his Aunt Ada. He didn’t do blind dates. Hell, he rarely did dates, liking his downtime to be exactly that. He worked hard when he was overseas, and he preferred to spend his time off doing the things he liked.
When he wasn’t doing paperwork. Which he had been doing all day today, so maybe he was a little more annoyed at not being able to sit in front of the TV and catch up on his movie watching this evening. Of course, that wasn’t this Ryan guy’s fault.
He finished his drink and ordered a second. There were worse ways to spend the evening than relaxing at the bar of one of Ottawa’s best restaurants with good whiskey.
A trim-looking, slender guy walked in, talking away on his phone. He was cute—jeans and a black tee, short wild red curls.
Now if he had a date with that guy, he’d be more than happy to rent a room in a nearby hotel and spend the night seeing how many ways they could make each other scream.
“I mean it. You guys be good. I’ll be home in a few hours.” Mr. Cutie Pie walked up to the bar, ordered a glass of wine, then texted someone.
Alex’s phone beeped at him, and he checked it, then chuckled softly at the text: at the bar, redhead.
Looked like the fuckable redhead was his date after all.
“Hey there,” he said, turning on his stool to face his blind date. “I’m Alex.”
“Oh. Hi. Sorry I’m late. I haven’t been downtown in ages, and I forgot that I needed time to find parking.” One long, lovely hand was held out to him.
He offered his own, and Ryan’s shake was firm, his skin warm, not clammy. It was a good handshake. “It’s nice to meet you.”
“Nice to meet you too.” Ryan gave him a half smile. “So your mother conned you into this?”
He laughed. “My aunt. You?”
“It was a joint effort.” Ryan rolled his eyes, which were a fascinating mixture of blue and green.
“Well, we’re both here. We might as well enjoy a good dinner, eh?” It was a great restaurant—he’d been told one of the best in the city—and he had to admit he was looking forward to sitting down and eating a decadent meal. Steak. He wanted some meat with fancy sides.
It was meat he missed the most when he was overseas. And he wasn’t having rice for at least a month, maybe a year. Maybe not even until he went back. Of course, that was likely to be long before the year was over.
“Sounds like a great plan.” Ryan chuckled softly, offered him the sweetest smile, and then paid for his wine. “Would you like another drink, or are you good?”
“I’m good. This is my second,” he admitted. He grabbed his tumbler, and they made their way to the hostess, who was ready to seat them—the advantage of eating at eight; most people had already been and gone, and they didn’t have to wait for a table.
“I do apologize for being late. I hate being tardy,” Ryan admitted.
“Good to know it’s not a habit. Some people can’t be on time to save their lives, and I admit, it’s a pet peeve.”
“For me too. Seriously. I’m embarrassed.”
“I could spill my water once we get some, and then we’d be equal in the embarrassment department,” he suggested, testing Ryan’s sense of humor.
“Let’s go for a chocolate mustache during dessert instead.”
“That sounds like a lot more fun. Less wet too.” Lord, he was a dork.
“And way less cold.” Ryan winked at him.
He chuckled, pleased that his sense of humor hadn’t made Ryan wrinkle his nose or frown or get up and walk out.
“I see you’ve got drinks already,” the waitress noted as she stopped at their table. “Did you want anything else with your dinner?”
“I’d like some water, please. In a glass,” he added, giving Ryan a grin.
“Same here.” Ryan was laughing now. Soft, quiet snickers.
They chuckled easily together, and it was neat, having this kind of rapport right from the start.
With four girls, single dad Ryan Withers has his hands too full to look for romance. He’s not complaining—he loves his daughter and the three nieces he adopted when their parents died, and he would do anything for them. He’s caught off-guard when his mother and daughter conspire to play matchmaker.
Alex Bernot works in disaster relief, his job taking him all over the world for extended periods of time, helping others. He’s staying with his aunt while he’s home, and she sets him up on a blind date. Finding a special someone isn’t really on his mind, but he goes to make his aunt happy.
Ryan and Alex enjoy each other’s company more than either of them expected, and they soon make a second date. Their lives are complicated, though, in very different ways, and soon family needs and their jobs conspire to pull them apart. They’ll need to figure out how to work through the things keeping them apart, but first they’ll have to decide if they even want to….
Best-selling author Sean Michael is a maple leaf–loving Canadian who spends hours hiding out in used book stores. With far more ideas than time, Sean keeps several documents open at all times. From romance to fantasy, paranormal and sci-fi, Sean is limited only by the need for sleep—and the periodic Beaver Tail.
Sean fantasizes about one day retiring on a secluded island populated entirely by horseshoe crabs after inventing a brain-to-computer dictation system. Until then, Sean will continue to write the old-fashioned way.
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Even though this is not a Christmas themed book, it carries the holiday spirit of love and laughter and family on every page.
Ryan and Alex are selfless, giving men who have devoted their lives to others. Are they entitled to receive love of their own?
The story flows nicely with characters that are well-balanced and likable, and enough romance to keep the libido happy. Treat yourself to a little cheer and pick up a copy of DADDY NEEDS A DATE.