I just finished writing this book called The Matchelor. It’s about a reality show like The Bachelor only really not. Because somehow in the writing of The Matchelor the plot took a sharp left turn into crazy-town and my show no longer resembles The Bachelor in any way.
As I’m sure you know, the theme of The Bachelor is a bunch of bachelorettes with perfect bodies and perfect hair who compete for the love of one gorgeous guy. Unfortunately, The Matchelor is not quite like that. Sure, my guy, Spenser Cahill, is gorgeous but my heroine, Charlie, is short, red-haired and freckled. She’s also the set electrician, not a bachelorette.
Unlike the Bachelor, my ladies are not exactly perfect. It’s like the theme song from Gilligan’s Island…
Just sit right back and you’ll hear a tale,
a tale of a fateful trip.
The ship aground on the shore of this uncharted desert isle with Gilligan,
the Skipper too, the millionaire, and blah, blah, blah….
You know the song. So come on, folks, sing it along with me:
Just sit right back and you’ll read a tale,
a tale of The Matchelor,
That started with a drug dealer
and his evil whore.
Our bachelor was a New York Yankee,
Our heroine brave and sure,
Sixteen girls signed on,
For a three-week tour,
A three-week tour.
The show started getting rough
When our drug dealer was double crossed
If not for how smart our Charlie was,
Our show would be lost.
Our show would be lost.
The show ran aground on the set of a rundown resort
With Spenser,
Charlie too.
The psychic, and a mortician
The bat girl,
The Chicken Sexer and porn star Barbie.
Here on The Matchelor.
So make me happy by guessing, my friend,
Which girl gets the first sequel book.
The clue is its called Dead Hot Love.
What do you think of my hook?
Stay tuned, folks, for further news about The Matchelor.
In the meantime, check out my book, THE CANDY CAPERS for sale on Amazon now.
