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Series: Charlotte Dodd #2
Published by Three Birds Press on October 23, 2017
Genres: Chick Lit
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The adventures of Charlotte Dodd continue with The Best Worst First Date Ever.
Tenley Scott is a single mother and owner of Soup du Jour. She’s full of nervous excitement for her date with Colin, the handsome Brit who’s been hanging around the café.
She’s expecting casual conversation over drinks. Maybe dinner. Possibly a second date.
Not crazed ex-girlfriends, armed thugs, car crashes and a kidnapping. Worst date ever.
And then Tenley finds out about NIAA, the Canadian secret spy organization. Hello, Charlotte Dodd.
In a move out of a sci-fi movie, Charlotte’s missing memories are implanted into Tenley’s mind, giving Tenley top secret information about the Agency, dangerous spy missions and Charlotte’s love, Hamilton Short. Now it’s a race to keep Tenley out of the hands of those who want the information and to find a way to get Charlotte out of her head.
It’s been a while since Tenley’s been on a date, but this date turns out worse – and better- than she ever expected!
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“It’s not like you’re a prisoner or anything.”
I glance around the sparsely furnished room, with the institutional-like bed and dim light and raise an eyebrow.
“Consider yourself lucky. One time I woke up after Ham drugged me and I was handcuffed to seat in a plane. Naked.” Her eyes widen, gauging my reaction.
I don’t give her one. “Yes, but you’re you. I’m not a spy or some agent. I’m just me.”
“Not anymore,” she promises. “A whole lot of important info just got downloaded into you. Or uploaded. I can never figure out which is which. But you know a lot of shit; stuff that I wouldn’t want in anyone’s hands. This means you’re pretty special.”
“I don’t want this information. I didn’t ask for it.”
“I’m glad because I didn’t want someone else to have it. I thought erasing the memories was such a good idea,” Charlotte says as if she’s speaking to herself. “I didn’t think I’d be able to pull off the mission with Luke. Ham said I could. He didn’t want me to lose everything but I didn’t listen. Do you know everything about me?” Her voice is tentative, almost afraid.
“No,” I say. It’s an odd sensation being the one trying to reassure her. “It’s not like that. There are all these images and emotions jumbled up in my mind but it’s only when something triggers a memory, that I can tell what happened to you and how you felt. Like when they put me in the back of the car.” My brow wrinkles with the effort of trying to not remember those memories.
“I guess it’s not a bad thing that I don’t remember things,” Charlotte muses. “That’s what Ham says, anyway. Do you – ah, know stuff about him?”
I shrug ruefully. “I guess. Sorry.” She’s sitting close enough for me to notice her face flushing in the dimness and I try to think of something to put her at ease. “Seems like he might be a pretty good kisser.”
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