The Dare by Rachel Van Dyken

From #1 New York Times Bestselling Author Rachel Van Dyken, comes the third book in the New York Time’s Bestselling Bet Series…

Boring Beth Lynn has always lived up to her nickname… until she wakes up in a hotel bed next to a sexy as sin state senator she re-connected with at a wedding the previous night.

The biggest problem? She can’t seem to remember anything about the night before except for crying into a box of cookies, and she’s pretty sure Grandma Nadine slipped something in her drink. And what should have been a one night stand turns into a six day adventure when Grandma whisks them off to Hawaii to save them from the ensuing media firestorm.

Jace isn’t looking for commitment — he believes he made that clear when he left the wedding with Beth. Then again, he can’t remember much of anything other than the way her skin felt beneath his hands. Now he’s stuck with her at some lame couple’s retreat and trying his hardest to fight the attraction only a woman like Beth could invoke.

He doesn’t think it can get any worse.

But one spider attack… A donkey ride from hell… And an unfortunate episode with Viagra tea — and there’s one thing Jace knows for sure: He should never have agreed to Grandma Nadine’s suggestion in the first place.

Because if this isn’t paradise, and it isn’t a vacation — that only leaves one option.

Survival.

But to make it through alive… they might lose their hearts in the process.

“Beth!” Jace knocked on the door. “If you’re done freaking out, we need to go.” “Right.” I wiped my wet cheeks and clenched the dress in my hands. It wasn’t magic. If anything, it was just a reminder that I was exactly where I’d been when I’d graduated in 2000. A loser. A loser with a small rack who preferred math and science to Facebook. “Beth, I’m serious. It’s not looking good.” “Keep your pants on!” I yelled, irritated that he was making me hurry. With a curse, I pulled on the dress, put my wet hair in a quick pony tail, and opened the bathroom door. “What’s the big hurry?” Jace held up his phone. It said Grandma Nadine. “Hello!” a loud voice yelled. “Jace! Beth! Hurry! Grandma has this all figured out.” “Famous last words.” Jace nodded. “But we have no choice.” “No choice?” I repeated. “What? Is the mafia after us or
something?” “Worse.” “I highly doubt that.” “Look.” He pointed to the TV. Reporters were in front of a hotel, looking excited as hell. “The news?” I asked. “Why is that worse than—” “Special reports say the senator took a prostitute back to his room at midnight last night and has yet to check out! Which raises the question, has the senator truly put his murky past behind him? Sources close to the senator’s ex-fiancée say the cheating scandal from two years ago nearly destroyed him. One more scandal won’t bode well for the youngest senator in state history. Could a trust issue in his personal life have a reflection on his public one?” “That’s enough.” I grabbed the remote from Jace’s frozen hand and threw it onto the bed. Great. So not only had I lost my virginity to a politician, but now I was a prostitute. I reached for his cell phone and growled into it. “We’ll have words later.” Grandma snorted. “But get us out of here first.” “Say the magic words.” “Uh, please?” I nudged Jace out of his paralyzed state. “Not those words.” I closed my eyes and allowed visions of my calm and sterile office to bring back the peace into my body. That didn’t work. I needed to think about Vampire Diaries. Damon Salvatore. Damon Salvatore. Damon Salvatore. And happy place found! “I can’t read minds. What words do you want me to say?” Grandma chuckled. “Why, thank you, of course!” “For?” “How was he?” She giggled like a school girl. “Men with power seem to have a special type of—” “Thank you!” I all but shouted. “Now get us out of here.” “Roger.” The phone went dead. I looked to Jace for help, but he seemed to be fighting a losing battle with his tie as he tried to pull it from his neck. “Stop.” I swatted his hands away. “You’re going to hang yourself if you keep doing that.” He shrugged. “What?” I loosened the tie. “No snappy retort?”
“Not feeling snappy,” he said dryly. I slapped him. I never said I was good with emotions. “What the hell was that for?” “Singing Katy Perry.” I grinned. “Now snap to it, Mr. Senator. We’ve gotta make it out of this hotel without that skinny bitch reporting it on the evening news.” “Grandma?” “The reporter.” “You understand my confusion,” he added, just as someone knocked on the door. “Stay here.” “It feels like a bad movie,” I whispered to myself as I chewed the nail polish off my thumb. “Shit.” Jace looked through the peephole and then said shit about five more times before slowly opening the door. Why was he so upset? Why the hell would… “Aw, shit.” I repeated. Because there really wasn’t any other word that existed in the English language that would fit as well. So I repeated it again. As did Jace. Grandma shrugged and pulled off her sunglasses. “Let the fun begin!”

I got to chat with Rachel a little bit about our beloved Grandma Nadine and her hijinks and spunky personality.
B: She is the glue and the person who keeps us hopping throughout The Bet Series -let’s talk about the evil genius that is Grandma Nadine shall we?  What made you write a book about a crazy matchmaking grandma?
R: Honestly my real grandma says the most ridiculously funny things that I thought I REALLY  need to put this into a book, at first i was just going to steal some of the stuff she said but in the end it was way too funny  not to cast her as the main character. 
B: Is Grandma Nadine based off of someone in real life? 
R: YES 😉 My real Grandma Nadine who is in fact, that crazy 😉 She’s hilarious, I actually take notes when Im with her, she gets mad whenever I take out my cell phone because she knows Im typing vigorously trying to keep up with whatever she just got through saying. 
  
B: What was the reaction of your own Grandma Nadine to The Bet’s GNadine?
R: Grandma LOVES it she feels like a celebrity and has specifically requested that “When” right “WHEN” the book gets made into a movie she would like to have Betty White play her b/c “the rest of the golden girls are dead” yup those were her exact words. 
 
B: A lot of your books feature a meddling grandmother.  What is it about grandmother that people really connect to? Especially for you. 
R: I think it really tugs at the heart strings to have a meddlesome family member who cares so much, maybe too much, to let you go at life alone. Theres something so endearing about that. 
B: In The Dare, we find out that grandma has quite the past. She is a woman with many hats.  Which is the easier part of writing about Grandma Nadine? Her past or her meddling with her family. 
R: I think it’s easier to write about her meddling with the family and then throw in tid bits from her past, those are usually the funny one liners that you can’t un read or un see 😉
B: Hopefully this isn’t the end of Grandma Nadine right? 
R: Nope…it’s not the end. 😉 She wouldn’t let me!
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Twitter: @RachVD

The Bet Series is one of the most fun series out there. It keeps you crying with laughter and swooning from all the romance and hunky alpha guys who sweep you off your feet.

The Dare is the third in The Bets series and for me, my favorite (so far).

Grandma Nadine is back up to her antics with trying her matchmaking skills on Jace and Beth.

Hijinks ensue as always and I loved every minute of the book. Jace and Beth together are fun. And not only do we get Grandma Nadine again, but Kacey, Travis, Char and Jake all tag along for the fun too.
5 Stars!

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