A Date for the Fair (The Dating #8) Read Online Heidi McLaughlin

Categories Genre: Novella, Romance Tags Authors: Series: The Dating Series by Heidi McLaughlin

Total pages in book: 26
Estimated words: 23788 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 119(@200wpm)___ 95(@250wpm)___ 79(@300wpm)

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A Date for the Fair (The Dating #8)

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Heidi McLaughlin

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New York Times and USA Today bestselling authors Heidi McLaughlin and L.P. Dover come together for a sexy new series that delivers romance for every season!
Covered in sweat with a sticky face... the signs of a great county fair.
Years ago, Laura dropped out of college for love. Unfortunately, the perfect life she built with her husband imploded when he decided to plunge into another woman’s dunk tank. Now, eager to rebuild her shattered life, she’s returned to her dream of becoming an Interior Designer.
As if her life isn’t already a Ferris wheel of emotions, who walks in to teach her first class but Jude, her high school sweetheart. One glance, and the desire between them sizzles hotter than a freshly fried funnel cake.
Reconnecting at a town fair, their night starts with a watermelon eating contest and ends with them sharing more than a corndog. Laura is blissfully embracing a dizzying Tilt-a-Whirl of romance with Jude, when her ex saunters back into her life in search of a second chance. Will she go back to the comfortable life she once treasured? Or aim for the big prize and a shot at true happiness?
Dive in face first and don’t stop until they scream your name, it’s time for The Watermelon Festival!
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The Dating Series by Heidi McLaughlin

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Heidi McLaughlin



As I look around my old college campus with my backpack on my back, I can’t help but think… I can’t believe I’m doing this again. I’m thirty-two years old, going back to college. Then again, it feels right. Breathing in the Boone mountain air is exactly what I needed. Anything is better than the stuffiness of Charlotte, North Carolina. Plus, I’m a couple of hours away from my ex-husband, which is great in itself.

It’s the first day of school and I feel so out of place. Everyone around me is younger, mostly kids between eighteen and twenty-one. I feel like Melissa McCarthy in the movie Life of the Party where she plays a newly divorced mother going to the same college as her daughter. Granted, I’m not as old as her character and I don’t have any kids, but my younger sister is here. She’s twenty years old and a sophomore, and it turns out we’ll be graduating together in two years. Our parents both graduated from Appalachian State University and now it’s our turn.

I have an hour before my next class, so I take the time to walk around the entire campus. Not much has changed since I left twelve years ago. The weather is perfect for a hot, summer day in August. Soon, it’ll get colder and the snow will fall. That’s what I’ve missed about not living in Boone. Sure, we’d get a couple of inches in Charlotte every once in a while, but in the North Carolina mountains we were guaranteed a real snowfall.

I walk past Frank Hall which is where I had my dorm the first time I attended school here. My roommate’s name was Jennifer. She was one of my best friends in high school and we still keep in touch through social media. She’s happily married with four kids. Most of my old friends are according to Facebook. After my divorce, I had a couple of old boyfriends send me messages, but I’m not about to jump down that rabbit hole. Right now, I’m done with men. I’ve completely sworn them off. I need to concentrate on myself.

Once I’m done walking around Frank Hall, I head away from the dorms on up to the academic buildings. I take the underground pathway that runs underneath Rivers Street, so students don’t have to cross the road. It’s kind of creepy at night so I always made sure to avoid having to walk through the tunnel after dark. When I get to the other side, I walk up the hill and a memory flashes in my mind. I remember it snowing one morning and the sidewalk was icy. My feet ended up flying clear above my head and I broke my tailbone. The next day in class, I had a cushion the doctor gave me to sit on, but it wasn’t enough. I ended up sitting with my butt cocked up on one side, and all the guys kept asking if I was trying to pass gas. Fun times.

My next class is in Sanford Hall which feels like a mile away. I exercise occasionally and still get out and walk every now and again, but I’m not eighteen anymore. Hopefully, by the end of the semester I can tackle the hills without huffing and puffing.

I take a seat on one of the benches outside Sanford Hall to catch my breath. I’m really not looking forward to my next class. It’s Philosophy of Science which has nothing to do with my Interior Design degree. However, it is a humanities course, and I need one to graduate. It makes no sense to me why I have to waste my time on a class that doesn’t pertain to interior design.

“What’s up, biotch?”

A smile lights up my face. Even though my sister is twelve years younger than me, she’s my best friend. Once she got into high school and got out of her annoying phase, we started to get close. Now that she’s in college, we’re even closer. She lived with me for the past year while I was going through my divorce, but now she lives at her sorority house.

Glancing over my shoulder, I watch Anna as she hurries over, dressed in a pair of black gym shorts and a gray T-shirt with her sorority letters on it. “Hey!” I call out.

She flops down beside me and sets her bookbag on her lap. “How did your morning class go?”

I shrug. “Good. It was a little weird being in there with all youngsters, but no one looked at me strange.”

Her lips purse. “You’re not an old woman, Laura. You’re thirty-two years old with buns of steel, gorgeous chestnut colored hair, and bright green eyes I’d kill for. You’re hot.”

I bump her with my shoulder. “Thanks for the vote of confidence, sis.”