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About the author:
SUSAN HATLER is a New York Times and USA TODAY bestselling author, who writes humorous and emotional contemporary romance and young adult novels. Many of Susan’s books have been translated into German, Spanish, French, and Italian. A natural optimist, she believes life is amazing, people are fascinating, and imagination is endless. She loves spending time with her characters and hopes you do, too.
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What inspired you to write your book?
I love fresh, flirty, and fabulous romance novels.
Here is a short sample from the book:
I glanced up at Brody, the blue-eyed bartender—aka: my hero—and smiled. “I haven’t seen you in here before. When did you start working at Scotty’s?” I asked.
He stared at me a moment, then the corner of his mouth slowly curved upward as if he had a secret he wasn’t going to share. “Now that’s a long and complicated story.”
I opened my mouth to ask him—no beg him—to give me the low down behind that mysterious grin, then I remembered Greta’s life-changing book, Men: Who Needs Them?, and the fact that I should be focusing on myself right now, not flirting. So, I pushed my glass forward. “I’d love another drink. What do you recommend for a woman who’s off the market?”
His stance shifted a little. “Engaged, huh? Well—”
“Not engaged.” I waved a hand, thankful I’d never gotten remotely close to engaged to Hunter, the weasel who preferred his lying ex to me. Without a man distracting me, I could now pour all my mental energy into building my business and become super successful. Well, according to Greta’s book anyway. “I’m just career-oriented at the moment.”
Brody made a face as he leaned against the bar. “Bad break-up, huh?”
My stomach clenched, but I forced a shrug. “It happens.”
“That’s rough.” He paused as he studied me. Then he gave me a side-glance and reached behind the bar. “I have just the thing you need. Scotty’s Blue Moon Breeze.”
I was about to ask him what came in that special but he’d already turned away to fix my drink, allowing me the added bonus of observing his tight backside as he bent to retrieve something from under the bar. I needed to stop checking him out, but I couldn’t tear my gaze away. For a moment, I contemplated what it might be like to date Brody Mitchell.