10 Rules to Sex Up a Blind Date. Heidi Rice

      #WorstDatesEver

      After a nasty breakup, Tally Gladstone has no interest in anything serious. But she’s dipped her wary toe back into dating with a few blind dates—all bad…or worse. The only good thing to come out of it is a sizable following on social media. Her latest date is doomed from the get-go—he isn’t even straight. But at least he knows someone who meets her every very exacting wish!

      #EpicHotLover?

      American-in-London Brent O’Neill is everything she wants—on paper. He’s hot, sexy and emotionally off-limits. Tally can play all she likes without getting burned. He’s so good in bed he’s addictive. But her millions of social media followers want disaster, not boring-ever-after. They might get their way yet—how is she going to walk away before her heart is in tatters?

      Contemporary, sexy stories for sassy women.

      Cosmo Red-Hot Reads from Mills & Boon.

       www.millsandboon.co.uk/cosmo

      To Abby Green, who brainstormed this story with me and therefore helped turn my Twitter addiction into “valuable research.” I owe you one. Heidi x

      Dear Reader,

      I love bad girls. I love badass girls even more. Tally Gladstone is one of those. She’s smart-mouthed and sexy, she makes her own rules and she’s not afraid to demand what she wants… Or what she thinks she wants.

      As an author, it’s the ultimate guilty pleasure to write a character like Tally, because she says all those things you wish you’d said to that superhot guy you fancied from afar (but didn’t because you didn’t have fifteen minutes to think of the perfect comeback—or want to get arrested!). And because Tally is the guilty pleasure me, she gets to seduce the gorgeous Brent O’Neill—who’s basically a cross between Channing Tatum and Chris Hemsworth. FYI: after hours of research on Pinterest, I have yet to decide which of those two hotties he resembles the most (never say I am not prepared to suffer for my art).

      But pushing all thoughts of Chris and Channing aside (with difficulty), Brent’s his own man. He’s smart-mouthed and sexy just like Tally. But also just like Tally, he’s been hurt in the past, and his tough, confident exterior hides a guy who’s much more vulnerable than he thinks.

      Putting these two together and then watching their hot date spontaneously combust into something much more dangerous was an absolutele joy (involving lots of smart-chat and some valuable lessons in Twitter addictions). I hope it’s as much of a pleasure to read (no guilt required!).

      I love to hear from readers (especially if they like my books) so get in touch at [email protected]. Or follow me on Twitter, @HeidiRomRice, or Pinterest, www.pinterest.com/hlric. Right, I’m off back to Pinterest to do lots more “important research” on who should play Brent in the movie: Channing or Chris… I may be a while.

      Heidi x

      10 Rules to Sex Up a Blind Date

      Heidi Rice

      Contemporary, sexy stories for sassy women.

      Cosmo Red-Hot Reads from Mills & Boon.

       www.millsandboon.co.uk/cosmo

      Contents

       Chapter One

       Chapter Two

       Chapter Three

       Chapter Four

       Chapter Five

       Chapter Six

       Chapter Seven

       Chapter Eight

       Chapter Nine

       Chapter Ten

       About the Author

       Submission Guidelines

       Copyright

      Chapter One

      From the Twitter account of @BlindDateBitch:

      #NewRule: For a matchmaker with the mostest, ensure they have fully operational #gaydar. 100 NONNEGOTIABLE. If it’s faulty...DUMP THEM!

      

      

      ‘You’re absolutely positive you’re gay?’

      Tally Gladstone battled with a whine of dismay as her latest blind date’s brilliant blue eyes twinkled with mischief and her brain—and several other key parts of her anatomy—knotted with frustration.

      ‘Totally, 100 per cent positive. Sorry.’

      ‘Seriously?’ The whine won.

      It cannot be true. Not again.

      In one tiny corner of Tally’s mind, it registered that Sam Grady’s revelation was going to make great fodder tomorrow morning when Blind Date Bitch reported back to her five hundred thousand followers about her latest disaster date. But for once she had actually been more excited about the date itself than what she was going to tweet about it. Plus her appalling luck and her consequent online success was getting to be beyond a joke. She’d set up @BlindDateBitch as an anonymous ego boost to support her through the early stages of her search for a superstud—not to shatter her ego entirely with a never-ending running commentary on her failure to get laid.

      ‘No equivocation whatsoever?’ Tally soldiered on, drowning out the clatter and hum of the Kensington bar on a busy Friday night.

      Sam’s diamond-bright gaze dipped to her cleavage, temptingly displayed in her best LBD. It remained there for several pregnant seconds, while Tally’s lungs seized to a halt—and she crossed her fingers under the bar.

      Could a really good pair of double Ds turn a gay man straight—even a little bit? Surely it was a possibility. She had exceptionally nice tits—and her push-up bra helped turn them into the eighth wonder of the world.

      ‘Your rack is very aesthetically pleasing.’ His burning gaze lifted back to her now burning face. ‘I could write a song to those puppies. But would they give me a boner?’ He shook his head, his sheepish expression not doing a thing for her blush. ‘Doubtful.’

      ‘Oh, fuck it. I give up.’ Tally took a long swallow of her strawberry daiquiri. ‘I’m going to kill Melody. I can’t believe she set me up with a gay guy again. I’m beginning to think she’s doing it deliberately.’

      Melody was her best friend. But how could anyone be so totally rubbish in the matchmaker stakes?

      ‘How many times has this happened?’ Sam asked, his husky voice