SINGLE PREGNANT MOM ALERT!!! IT’S LIVE & OMG I LOVE THIS BLURB!!! Snort-laugh-out-loud worthy! She’s on a date with a billionaire… and then her water breaks! GASP!!!! Author JJ Knight is celebrating her new comedy romance by sponsoring today’s newsletter AND she’s having a giveaway! P.S. The fun facts that inspired this book are hilarious!!!
The author says:
Tasty Mango is a standalone romantic comedy about going into labor on a first date with a billionaire, the ensuing hilarity (and pushing) in a very expensive limo, and trying to manage a new relationship with the world’s most eligible bachelor while cleaning spit up out of your hair.
So what’s it about?
Ladies, you’ve never had a first date quite like this.
He’s a billionaire.
In fact, a certain article of clothing of mine has gotten quite damp.
It’s not the good kind of damp.
Actually, I’m suddenly very, very wet.
I’ve left out something important.
I’m nine months pregnant.
Don’t ask about the father.
I’d rather forget.
But I’m sitting in the fanciest restaurant you can imagine.
Opposite the man of my dreams.
It’s our first time alone together.
The start of something spectacular.
My water just broke.
Crazy Preggers Facts that lead to Tasty Mango:
Many of the hilarious moments Havannah goes through trying to manage her late pregnancy and newborn period while dating a new man were inspired by some of the wild stuff I managed when pregnant myself.
My first pregnancy was super hard and I felt sooo sick all the time. I was valiantly trying to make it through a work meeting and someone brought in a very smelly sandwich. I kept drinking my herbal tea and holding it close to my face so the scent of it would cancel out the terrible sandwich smell. Eventually I felt sick AND I had to pee really bad. THEN some lady came in with mega-perfume and that was it. I sneezed SO hard and SO suddenly that I both THREW UP and PEED at the same time. In. A. Meeting.
This was the inspiration for Havannah’s restaurant scene when candle smoke causes her to sneeze so hard that the water leakage becomes full blown water breaking.
A few months after I had my first baby, we went to visit some friends, who were also pregnant. They’d been reading up on taking care of babies and asked if baby Emily spit up very much. I said, “No! She’s super great about that. Hardly spits up at all!” Of course at that VERY MOMENT, a volcanic spew of spit up shot out of my baby’s mouth and landed across all three sofa cushions at their house. I learned never to brag again.
This was the inspiration for the limo scene in Paris where Havannah brags that baby Rebel never spits up right before they go into a upscale boutique.
I once had to pump on the run and wound up having to sit in a fancy hotel bathroom to do it. The only place to sit was on a bench in front of huge wall-long lighted mirror. I sat there looking at my blue-veined boobs smooshed into plastic cones and thought — this is not my beautiful vision of motherhood. And of course someone walked in.
This was the inspiration for a scene in the high-end Parisian hotel when Havannah is trying to work up the courage to let her billionaire crush see a little more of her.
I’ve always pictured this moment.
Me, in a little black dress.
My hair swept into a perfect chignon.
An exclusive restaurant filled with elegant diners.
China clinks. Crystal glasses gleam on linen tablecloths.
Seated opposite me is the ideal man. Tall, dark, handsome.
Custom suit. Gold cufflinks.
He’s charming and witty.
Wildly successful in business.
And he only has eyes for me.
It could have been the greatest first date of my life.
My belly is too big to let me pull up to the table properly.
The baby is kicking like crazy for me to eat something — NOW.
And a funny trickle of wetness is forming deep in the recesses of my panties.
And not the good kind.
Am I peeing myself?
“Havannah, are you okay?” Donovan McDonald pauses, his water goblet halfway to his lips. He’s a gentleman, so he’s not drinking wine since I can’t.
His eyes are on me, his thick brows knitted in concern. His gaze dips to the table’s edge, where I’m hunched, trying to hide my bump. I’m desperately trying to appear like a normal date from the chest up.
“Perfect!” I say, keeping my voice as chipper as possible. I shift on the chair, making sure my legs are hidden by the tablecloth. I spread my knees in hopes that I can air dry.
Pregnancy is a beast.
But I have a few days to go until I’m due, and I hear first babies are always late. I’ve vowed to be nothing but chic and put together on this date. He’ll see my elegance, my poise —
Another squirt of wetness slips out.
How can this be? I peed right before I came. I’m not coughing, or laughing too hard, or sneezing.
I push my cloth napkin under the tablecloth and shove it up under my dress. Sorry, fancy restaurant. I’m stealing this. It’s an emergency.
To be honest, if I had known what was about to go down, I would have left right then.
But I didn’t.
And you’re not going to believe what happens next.
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JJ Knight is the USA Today and Amazon Top 100 bestselling author of contemporary romance and romantic comedy including Single Dad on Top and Big Pickle.
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