Have you read It’s Raining Men by @juliehammerleauthor yet? 

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Predictive Text: Don’t ___ and _____

Don’t forget and thank 🤷‍♀️

I’m part of the Bookstagram blitz today! Sorry the post late. My husband and I just got home from vacation and my kids just got home from Grandmas! My 3.5 yo missed me so much and has been making me sit next to her the last couple of hours and now put food on her fork for her. 🙄🤷‍♀️

I finished this book yesterday! It was so entertaining. Annie is a successful concierge doctor, at almost 40 she thought her and her best friend would be single and grow old together. They both hadn’t met anyone yet. So when her friend tells her she is engaged she ends up drinking a bit too much and texting almost all the men in her contact list with a proposition.

This book was adorable. What Annie thought would be a great idea, since two of the recipients of the text were interested, ended up being different than she thought she needed. She dated both men for awhile but there was another man in the running that came out of nowhere.

This was a cute story that it’s never too late to fall in love (I’m 40 it’s not old but if you want kids you add 20 blah blah blah), you can be in love when it’s complicated, you can say no even when it would be convenient.

Annie’s lesson helped others find their partner as well. So maybe drunk texting isn’t always bad. (It’s mostly bad)

Thank you @entangled_publishing and @netgalley for the e-ARC for my honest and voluntary review.

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Synopsis:

Don’t drink and text.

Even on the cusp of forty, I had to learn that the hard way. After discovering my best friend, who I was supposed to grow old and single with, got engaged, I drowned my loneliness in one too many Old Fashioneds and woke up with thirty-nine responses from every available man in my phone. Yup, I even texted my plumber…and he turned me down.

Apparently, my liquor-infused text said that while I don’t need a man, maybe I’d be down for a constant sidekick for movies, plus-one invites, and dinner on the table after my grueling shifts as a concierge doctor—till death do us part…and was anyone in?

Through the absolute mortification of thirty-seven rejections, shockingly, I realize two men have said yes. Behind Bachelor Door #1 is Rob, my old high school crush: the comfortable, dependable boy-next-door. Behind Bachelor Door #2 is Darius, the exciting, flashy news reporter about to hit it big. Does this mean I’ll have to get out of my yoga pants and actually go on dates now?

Dax, the local bartender who got me into this disaster in the first place—remember the Old Fashioneds?—can’t believe I’ve given up on finding true love. What does a tattooed, broody twentysomething know about carving out a future for yourself, anyway?

Too bad the further into this hot mess I get, the less I know about who I am. And I’m going to have to figure out exactly what I need if I ever want to find a true happily ever after.