Since the name of my book is PERFECT SIN, I thought it might be fun to talk a little about the perfect date. Or in my case, the not-so-perfect date. In fact the perfectly awful date, a few I actually went on before I met my darling husband.
Fun Date #1. Decent looking guy asks me out to dinner, says he’ll take me somewhere really nice. With apartment rent and gas being so high, I haven’t got all that much money, haven’t been anywhere nice in weeks so I am really looking forward to going to a place with tablecloths and maybe fresh flowers. Instead, when he picks me up and I’m wearing my best little black dress and high heels, he says…
“You look really nice, but, hey, I’ve got a lot better idea. I thought it would be way more fun if we went to my house and I cooked dinner for you there.”
Inward groan. What he doesn’t say is that he’s a terrible housekeeper and the floors are dirty, the kitchen sink is stacked to the ceiling with filthy dishes. He doesn’t say that before he puts the steaks on the barbeque, he thinks it would be a good idea to get in the hot tub, then proceeds to strip off his clothes and climb in naked while I am standing there staring at his scrawny body in horror and disbelief!
Fun Date #2. Good-looking guy, set up on a blind date by friends. Enjoyable evening but on the way home he makes an unexpected turn and drives his little two-seater sports car with the top down into the hills. Two hours of wresting with the jerk, bruises all over, muscles so sore the next day I can barely get out of bed. Lucky to get home without date rape.
Fun Date #3. Lunch date, another great chance for a free meal somewhere nice. I only have an hour because I’m at work. What could possibly go wrong?
He says, “Instead of a boring old restaurant, I thought we’d do something different and have a picnic in the park.” Something different? Temperature in the nineties? Best linen suit stuck to my back, perspiration circles under my armpits, heels sinking into the dirt, ants on the tablecloth, gnats in the wine, wasps buzzing around my head. Please, God, make this end.
But dating isn’t always so awful. I remember my first date with my husband. He took me to lunch at a gorgeous restaurant in Beverly Hills We spotted movie stars, ate a gourmet meal, and enjoyed a great bottle of wine.
In PERFECT SIN, Rand Clayton first meets Caitlin Harmon at an elegant ball in London. The attraction between the handsome duke and the fiery-haired Cait is instant. Until that night, Caitlin, the daughter of an American adventurer, never believed in marriage, but the moment she dances with Rand Clayton, Duke of Beldon, her heart is lost.
Unfortunately, Rand’s motives are far from noble. He is searching for a murderer–and the trail he is following leads straight to Cait’s father.
I’d love to hear some of your dating catastrophes, and I hope all your dates are fun from now on. I also hope you’ll watch for Cait and Rand in PERFECT SIN, being re-issued August 1st with a gorgeous new cover.
Till next time, all best wishes and happy reading, Kat
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