Summary:
Love at Blind Date #4
Sometimes it’s not the clothes that need stitching together.
Omega Keith Jenson is starting to see his years of hard work pay off as the small tailor shop he runs with his best friend and boss flourishes. Everything is going to plan—until he gets a phone call that turns his life upside down. His grandfather had an accident and needs him. Keith doesn’t think twice about dropping everything for the person who once did the same for him. What's a couple of months for the man who gave him everything?
Alpha Ethan Russo is taking a year’s leave from his job teaching at the university to write the novel that has always been a someday plan. It is finally time to just jump in with both feet and do it. The time away will also give him time to help his grandmother build the patio she’s been hinting at since pretty much ever. She is also not so subtly hinting at setting him up with her neighbor’s grandson, but Ethan’s gone on a date she arranged once before and it did not go well. No. He was just going to write his book, build her patio, and leave her matchmaking skills for somebody else.
Ethan is drawn to Keith at first sight, but the omega keeps him at arm's length, even with his meddling grandmother being her persuasive self. And then one night something changes and Keith lets him in. Ethan sees what they could have together for the first time and he loves it...if only they didn’t have an expiration date.
Blind Date for Father’s Day is a super sweet with knotty heat M/M Mpreg romance featuring an omega who’s focused on his grandfather’s health and is not looking for love—or so he tries to convince himself, an alpha who follows his dreams and discovers so much more, a persistent grandmother, a parrot with, shall we say, a unique vocabulary, an addictive shifter soap opera, and an adorable baby. If you love your alphas hawt, your omegas determined, and your mpreg with heart, you will love this new addition to the popular Love at Blind Date series by the cowriting team, Lorelei M. Hart and Colbie Dunbar.
Original Review June 2024:
Another lovely entry in this delightful series. Keith and Ethan are so perfect for each other on multiple levels but their timing seems to be against them. Will they manage to navigate the course of true love? For that you'll have to read for yourself, I guarantee you won't disappointed in their journey and the familial interference . . .I mean familial help😉😉.
Having both characters aiding and caring for a grandparent is a huge plus for me. I've read some amazing grandparents before but to see both MCs so close to their's is an extra bonus. Back in 1991 I became my grandmother's caregiver after she had a massive heart attack so to see that kind of generational connection in a book is always something I tend to aim towards a higher levle of standards and Hart & Dunbar have captured that role and emotions perfectly. A special kudos to the authors on that point.
Blind Date for Father's Day is a true gem, it will make you laugh, smile, and for those who's grandparents are no longer here you will find yourself reliving many happy memories. I look forward to reading the other two entries in Lorelei M Hart & Colbie Dunbar's Love at Blind Dates series.
One
Keith
“Three wedding parties.”Andrew stood there with his chest puffed out. I didn’t blame him after landing three entire wedding parties while I was on a delivery that took far longer than it should’ve.
“Well done.” He beamed at my praise, and it was well-earned. There had been a few times when he had just started that I’d been worried this place would be too much for him. We were a small shop on the outside, but we had a very steady business and our quality was what kept us that way. But Sebastian took him under his wing and many many more patient hours than I would’ve had later, and here we were.
“When are their fittings?” He told me the details, and I wrote them on our paper calendar, the one Jason insisted we use in addition to anything computerized. We were going to need to start limiting events pretty soon. We just didn’t have the manpower. Not with Jason still on partial paternity leave.
“Sebastian getting you guys lunch?” He was so addicted to the local sub place. At first I thought maybe he had a crush on one of the counter people, but then I discovered he also picked them up from the one by his place, and often ate them multiple times a day. They weren’t that good, but if they kept him happy I was all for it.
“He should be back by now.” Andrew squished his lip funny, something he tended to do when he was nervous, and then his face bloomed. “Never mind. He’s here.” He jogged over and opened the door, Sebastian with three subs and a drink container with four fountain drinks.
“Did you get them all?” Andrew was like a five-year-old kid. I wasn’t even sure about what.
“Yes.” Sebastian sighed. “That’s why I was late. I made them open the new case, just for you.”
Squeeing. The air was filled with squeeing. Over I still didn’t understand what.
“You are the best. That’s why I love you,” he kissed the man’s cheek, who consequently turned a bright red.
“I meant thank you. Not the I love you stuff.” Awww, Andrew had no idea I knew they had been sleeping together or dating or whatever it is called when you try not to let people know.
“You thought I didn’t know?” I pointed to the ginormous subs, and Andrew handed me one. It would be good for both lunch and dinner. “Thanks.” I had a standing order. So yeah, fine, I was addicted too.
“What has you so excited?” I asked. Poor guy looked like he was about to be punched or fired or set on fire or something horrible. I just wanted to hug him and make it better. Of course pissing off his man might not be the best way to do that.
“Andrew, it’s fine. Really it is.” Sebastion spoke softly, so I could barely hear.
“I was just excited,” he mumbled. “It’s okay to like things other than... you know... work.” He glanced at me. “And I work hard.”
“No one said you didn’t, love.” And with that, Sebastion kissed the top of his head and Andrew relaxed. If I had known the stress of them hiding their relationship had been weighing on them so much, I’d have let the cat out of the bag earlier.
“I do need to know what he got you that you think is so cool, and then you can tell Sebastion what you did while he was gone.” He bounced on the balls of his feet. Bounced. It was official, they were the cutest couple ever. They just better stay that way because we needed them both.
“Bastian got me all four Shifter World collectors cups! All. Four.” He handed me the drink tray, and sure enough, four plastic cups with Shifter World slapped on the side and a picture of the hot men that made the show popular and some random animals that correlated with their shifter animals or what have you.
“That is awesome.” Because if it made him happy, it was. “Now tell him your good news.”
He told Sebastian all about the wedding, and I put half my sandwich on a paper towel and the other half in the fridge. I’d barely taken my first bite when my phone started announcing, “It’s your grandpa. You better pick up.” Because yes, I set it that way after missing one too many phone calls and hearing about it.
“Hey, Grandpa,” I answered the phone and stepped out back, not wanting to ruin their lunch by the medical questions that I would inevitably ask.
“It’s Aunt Kallie.” My stomach dropped. She should not have his phone. “Your grandfather, he had a—shit, he’s fine now—he will be fine, but he had a fall and I think you need to come down.”
Ten minutes later, I was on my way out the door, giving Sebastian the keys and promising to make it up to both of them. The last thing I was expecting to hear was that my grandpa broke his hip...and then it got worse. He’d done it a week prior and no one called me. The guilt started to seep in and grow roots. I didn’t call him either. He’d had surgery and was doing well, but he was refusing to go to a rehab facility, and Aunt Kallie wanted me to get there and “talk some sense into him.”
I had no intention of doing that.
“Keith,” Jason answered his phone in a whisper. Shit. He had a sleeping baby.
“Shit. I’m sorry. I hope no one is stirring.” I pulled up in front of my apartment building. I needed to pack—everything else could be done remotely. “I’m calling because I need to go for a while. Grandpa broke his hip.”
“What do you need me to do?” Just like Jason. Always looking out for others.
“I think the guys will be okay at the shop, but maybe could you come in just a little bit more?” I hated to ask, knowing how much he was loving his time home.
“Yes,” he said almost excitedly. “Thank you.” Surely I heard him wrong.
“Umm you’re welcome?”
I’d grabbed my duffle and was filling it with a little bit of everything. I could buy more later if I didn’t coordinate or what have you, I just wanted to get on the road.
“I need to get back to work and I kept finding excuses not to.” Oh. “And don’t worry, we’ll be fine.”
“Thanks, and just a heads up, Sebastian and Andrew know we know they are fucking.”
“How many shades of red was Andrew?” This was easier. Better. I could gossip and not think about everything. I zipped up my duffle bag and swung it over my shoulder, glad I didn’t have pets to worry about.
“Andrew—he was just Andrew, but Sebastian...I mean, Bastian was the color of that cumberbund they kept having us redo because they were sure we could find a better red.” I locked the door, leaving the hall light on, and threw my duffle bag into the car.
“I need all the details.” He didn’t. It was very much not him, but he knew I needed to talk and think about not the badness. He was that kind of a friend, and I was beyond grateful. Because right now—I needed him so I didn’t pull over and cry.
Lorelei M. Hart is the cowriting team of USA Today Bestselling Authors Kate Richards and Ever Coming. Friends for years, the duo decided to come together and write one of their favorite guilty pleasures: Mpreg. There is something that just does it for them about smexy men who love each other enough to start a family together in a world where they can do it the old-fashioned way ;).
My characters are sexy, hot, adorable—and often filthy—alphas and omegas. Feudal lords with dark secrets, lonely omegas running away from their past, and alphas who refuse to commit.
Lurking in the background are kings, mafia dons, undercover agents and highwaymen with a naughty gleam in their eye.
As for me? I dictate my steamy stories with a glass of champagne in one hand. Because why not?
Lorelei M Hart
Colbie Dunbar
Blind Date for Father's Day #4
Love at Blind Date Series
