Spring Fling (Dating Season Book 1), Laurelin Paige [desktop ebook reader txt] 📗

Contents

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

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ISBN: 978-1-953520-42-5

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Praise for Spring Fling

“A delicious, sexy, clever story with fun, modern twists that feels like a night out with your best friends as they share their hilarious dating tales!”

Lauren Blakely, #1NYT Bestselling Author

“The best Melanie Harlow book ever written by Laurelin and Kayti. Minus the dapper black beanie. There’s no such thing.”

Melanie Harlow, USA Today Bestselling author and noted fashion critic

"A fun, smart, and highly addictive romance read guaranteed to give you a smile."

Kylie Scott, NYT bestselling author

"This is SuperFun! I can't wait until the next installment. Chloe is hilarious, and I feel seen!"

Sarina Bowen, USA Today bestselling author

“Sexy and hilarious. Dating Season is an absolute delight!”

Claire Contreras, NYT bestselling author

“I downloaded this in a hot second and devoured it while running on my treadmill, and in bed. OH MY GOD. This was exactly what I needed in my life. I cannot wait to see what happens!”

Helena Hunting, NYT bestselling author

“Dating Season is a hilarious hit of rom-com goodness. I laughed, I cringed and laughed some more over the hilarious dating antics.  I can't wait for more of Chloe's adventures in dating!”

Helena Hunting, NYT bestselling author

“Five OMG fun, bantery stars for the can’t-miss romcom of the year! Buckle up for swoony slow-burn action, quirky side characters, and workout fiascos that will tickle you down to your toes.”

Annika Martin, NYT bestselling author

"Short, sweet, and funny AF! Dating Season is everything you love about listening to your BFF's dating drama, but better because you can actually laugh out loud without feeling like a jerk. A guilt-free guilty pleasure!"

BB Easton, USA Today bestselling author

"Delightful, sexy, spunky and fun, I can't wait for more of Chloe's dating adventures. Is it too early to say #TeamAustin?"

Tessa Bailey, NYT bestselling author

“Dating Season is a hilariously goofy, humorously insightful romp of a series from Laurelin Paige and Kayti McGee. As Chloe pines for her friend Austin but doesn't have the courage to announce her feelings, she dates her way through bad match after bad match, love dangling under her nose as the slow burn builds. I love what McGee and Paige have done and can't wait to read more! Infectious rom com fun!”

Julia Kent, NYT bestselling author

One

“Is this the hill you’re going to die on, Chloe?” Boy, if I had a quarter for every time someone asked me that. And then another for every time I did, in fact, die on said hill…well, I would have to drop “starving” from my artist bio.

The Instagram-worthy eyebrows of my bestie challenge me to stand behind today’s bold statement—that I prefer to be alone.

My brain frantically rummages through my extensive collection of history facts, trying to find one that applies to modern times. Since women can no longer be arrested or considered a prostitute for going on a date, I’m not sure how to answer Charlotte’s question in a way that makes it believable. No one wants to die on a hill alone, do they? Unfortunately, I may. Unlike me, most twenty-six-year-olds are pro-actively seeking their other half, succumbing to their biological clocks which are ticking down the tragic seconds until they die...not alone.

“What’s wrong with being a lone wolf?” is all I can come up with.

“Nothing. But...humans aren’t wired to be alone. We’re pack animals by nature.” Narrowed brown eyes pin me to the sofa. “Plus, I know why you’re choosing to not date anyone, so it’s my duty, as your best friend, to give you a nudge in the right direction.” With a whirl of her chair, she turns back to the computer she’s convinced holds my future partner.

I drain my second glass of Merlot and slump into the leather of Charlotte’s couch, silently asking it to swallow me whole so I won’t have to go through with her outlandish idea of finding me a man via dating app. When I arrived at Charlotte’s place, I had no idea this was an intervention of sorts. This visit was supposed to be chilling with wine and flower shopping for Charlotte’s upcoming wedding. Instead, I’ve been bamboozled with an online matchmaking site that will have men sending a rock, if they’re interested in me. Not the kind on Charlotte’s finger, a poorly drawn stone rock to symbolize the building of a solid foundation.

How can I take this seriously when I’m not impressed with their branding?

“Granny Mae would not approve of this,” I counter, since history has failed to provide me with an adequate defense. “You know how she feels about the internet.” Maybe I’m not playing fair using Charlotte’s adoration of my grandmother and her questionable southern charm, but desperate times call for desperate measures, so I continue, “Full of damn trolls I believe were her exact words.”

Charlotte gasps at my underhanded attempt to thwart her plan, but is undeterred. “Granny Mae is in North Carolina. Probably making biscuits, with her sweet little granny hands. Besides, she’ll never have to know how you met the love of your life. You’ll blow her bonnet off when you go home to visit.” She points to the website with smiling people on the screen. “Look, it’s called FriendsOfFriends, so that’s respectable. F-O-F. And you know what that O is for!”

“Of?”

Charlotte glances over her shoulder at me. “Wow, this is why you never get laid.”

Never is a bit harsh. It’s not like I’ve intentionally chosen to be celibate