Pity Series by Whitney Dineen

What do you do when you own a bridal salon and can’t seem to seal the deal on a romance of your own? You have what your mother refers to as a pity party. Then you enlist the help of your friends and get busy changing your destiny.

Who in the world would go on a dating show to find love?Turns out, I’m that person. Paige Holland, lifetime resident of Elk Lake, Wisconsin, and dedicated seventh-grade math teacher.I love my charming town, but there’s seriously no single action here. Unless of course I want to date the painfully boring mailman or the kid at the Quick Mart. Hard pass to both.So, what’s a girl to do?Apparently, apply to Midwestern Matchmaker and hope the reality show gods will smile on me... moreWho in the world would go on a dating show to find love?Turns out, I’m that person. Paige Holland, lifetime resident of Elk Lake, Wisconsin, and dedicated seventh-grade math teacher.I love my charming town, but there’s seriously no single action here. Unless of course I want to date the painfully boring mailman or the kid at the Quick Mart. Hard pass to both.So, what’s a girl to do?Apparently, apply to Midwestern Matchmaker and hope the reality show gods will smile on me.Enter the lawyer from Chicago, the vegan Pho chef, and Tim Ferris—my childhood crush. As luck would have it, the lawyer is a narcissist, I love bacon, and Tim is still hung up on his cheating ex-wife.When one disaster after another—starring me— gets broadcast around the world, I seriously start questioning what I was thinking... less

Trina Rockwell here. You know, your favorite TV host from Midwestern Matchmaker?I have a I am without a doubt, the unluckiest dater in the history of the entire world. I’m not even embellishing. I’ve inadvertently dated a mobster, a dead-beat dad, and a guy who puts salt on watermelon... moreTrina Rockwell here. You know, your favorite TV host from Midwestern Matchmaker?I have a I am without a doubt, the unluckiest dater in the history of the entire world. I’m not even embellishing. I’ve inadvertently dated a mobster, a dead-beat dad, and a guy who puts salt on watermelon. What’s next, pineapple on pizza?As my past relationships reads like the who’s who of court jesters, it’s no wonder I’ve refused my producers desire to spotlight me as one of the singles on a new show they’re putting together.The problem is that Midwestern Matchmaker just got canceled and unless I agree to their terms, I’m out of a job.In order to keep doing what I love doing—matching midwestern singles, I either need to suck it up and parade my dating life on national television or I need to get married—STAT.Guess which one I’m putting my money on? less