Blog Tour, Review and Giveaway: The One That Got Away by Bethany Chase

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Blog Tour, Review and Giveaway: The One That Got Away by Bethany Chase Title: The One That Got Away
Author: Bethany Chase
Publisher by: Ballantine Books, Random House
Published on: March 31, 2015
Genres: Adult Contemporary Romance, Contemporary Romance, Humor, Romance
Page Count: 354
Format: eARC
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Perfect for fans of Emily Giffin and Jennifer Weiner, this bright, funny debut from a fresh voice in fiction offers a delicious take on love, family, and what it means to build a home of one's own.

Sarina Mahler thinks she has her life all nailed down: a growing architecture practice in Austin, Texas, and an any-day-now proposal from her loving boyfriend, Noah. She's well on her way to having the family she's hoped for since her mother's death ten years ago. But with Noah on a temporary assignment abroad and retired Olympic swimmer—and former flame—Eamon Roy back in town asking her to renovate his new fixer-upper, Sarina's life takes an unexpected turn. Eamon proves to be Sarina's dream client, someone who instinctively trusts every one of her choices—and Sarina is reminded of all the reasons she was first drawn to him back in the day. Suddenly her carefully planned future with Noah seems a little less than perfect. And when tragedy strikes, Sarina is left reeling. With her world completely upended, she is forced to question what she truly wants in life—and in love.

Full of both humor and heartbreak, The One That Got Away is the story of one woman's discovery that, sometimes, life is what happens when you leave the blueprints behind.

Every woman has one. That name you Google at two o’clock in the morning. That intoxicating connection that somehow never solidified into anything real; that particular memory you still visit every now and then, for that guaranteed hit of pure, sugar-packed dopamine. It’s the story that starts with “There was this one time” and ends, reluctantly, with “but I guess…

The One That Got Away, is one of those books, you know the ones that’s quickly draw you in with its wit and charm and before you know it, you’re invested in the story. I giggled, I swooned, and I even teared up a time or two and ultimately I just loved this story.

The story centers on Sarina Mahler. She’s 31, an architect (totally kick a$$ job), does muay thai kickboxing, and she lives with her best friend Danny. She’s been in a relationship with her boyfriend Noah for four years. Noah is corporate lawyer and he’s away in Argentina on business. She and Noah are, happy and practically engaged, but their current distance isn’t easy on them.

When Danny’s good friend, Eamon Roy, moves to Austin it sort of shakes things up. Eamon was also a former college and Olympic swimmer, and he’s now an embassador for the sport. Eamon was a very likable guy. He was handsome, fun, charming, and he truly made you feel at ease.

7 years ago in college, Sarina and Eamon shared only one night together, but there was no denying that they really had a connection. After one last kiss, he was gone the next day and she didn’t hear from him again. Sarina didn’t know what went wrong but over the years she still thought him, wondered, imaged, but eventually she moved on.

Now with Eamon back in her life, it stirs up the lingering crush she harbored all these years. She’s fully committed and in love with Noah but she can’t help that she’s still attracted to Eamon. When he hires Sarina to renovate and design his new home, they get to spend more and more time together. The more time they spend together, it becomes abundantly clear that they both still have feelings for one another. With the distance between her and Noah slowly causing a crack in their once solid relationship, she begins to wonder is he the one she really wants or does she take a chance on the one that got away. (see what I did there?!)

“I can sense him watching me, but I can’t bring myself to look at him again; I’m  too scared of what might happen if I do.”

What I loved about this book was that it wasn’t anything quick or instantaneous, the story built slowly. You had the chance to get to know and like the characters. I loved their banter and humor. I really enjoyed that they were multi-dimensional characters, from different backgrounds, ethnicities, and that they were relatable. I enjoyed how the story unfolded. There were a few times that I wanted to shake some sense into Sarina, because I really wanted to see her and Eamon together.

This book was about more than a just a developing romance, it was also a book on self-discovery. Sarina was still dealing of the loss of her mother and I loved her step-father John and their relationship. It was great addition to the story dynamic. There were a few emotional moments but they were done beautifully. Ms. Chase wrote this story with humor, grace, and refreshing realism. I I really am in love with the way she uses words. My only issue is I wish the ending was a fleshed out a bit more but ultimately this was a great read. I excited to see what this author will do next and I can’t wait to read the follow up book featuring Eamon’s brother, Collin.


Under The Cover

Chapter 1

Every woman has one. That name you Google at two o’clock in the morning. That intoxicating connection that somehow never solidified into anything real; that particular memory you still visit every now and then, for that guaranteed hit of pure, sugar-­packed dopamine. It’s that story that starts with “There was this one time” and ends, reluctantly, with “but I guess . . .”

Tonight, I’m going to see Eamon Roy again, for the first time in more than seven years. My one and only one-­night stand; the lone exception in thirteen years of not-­on-­the-­first-­date sex. It’s not that I put a lot of stock in rules when it comes to dating; I just don’t find it appealing to sleep with a guy until I know I like the idea of waking up next to him. I liked waking up next to Eamon. I liked it a lot. And every other guy I’ve been with has felt the same way about me—­including, notably, the man I’m planning to marry. But Eamon was different. Eamon was a first and last in several categories.

“Sarina! Penis straws or penis shot glasses?”

Oh, my good holy lord. They’re back to the party favors again.

My roommate, Danny, perches his pointy elbows on the edge of the restaurant table, swinging one long, loafer-­clad foot expectantly. He’s serving as Best Gay, a Technicolor hybrid of best man/maid of honor/wedding planner/emcee, for his business partner, Jay, and Jay’s fiancé, Dominic, who are getting married this fall up in Palm Springs. Tonight, his self-­appointed mission has been to convince the reluctant couple to throw a raunchy double-­bachelor party here in Austin a few weeks before the wedding.

I glance at Jay for guidance, but all I receive is a bug-­eyed headshake. Clearly Jay wants neither straws nor shot glasses. Too bad for Jay.

“How about penis pops?” I suggest, relishing Jay’s gape of horror.

“Genius!” crows Danny, clapping his hands so loudly that more than a few heads swivel toward us.

“They had them at this bachelorette party I went to a few months ago,” I continue, straining to be heard above the din of the crowd filling the back courtyard of the restaurant. “Cherry-­flavored. Lots of anatomical detail. I’m talking veins and everything.”

Jay grabs one of the leather-­backed drink menus stacked on the table and swats my shoulder with it. “Danny, we are not having penis pops, for the love of god.”

Danny raises a peremptory hand. “Yes we are. You ceded control when you put me in charge of this whole thing.”

“Well, then we have to have it somewhere other than Albion,” says Jay. “I’m not giving our staff a photo op of me with a red candy penis in my mouth.”

“Nope, it’s happening here. Though it’s cute you think they take you seriously as it is.”

Jay, who treasures his status as the enforcer of their managerial duo, starts to protest, but Danny quells him and the conversation moves on to other details of the party. My work here is done—­the back office at the restaurant will be festooned with high-­fructose genitals for weeks.

While they talk, I study the teeming courtyard, savoring the perks of ownership: free drinks and food, a permanent spot on the cushy banquette in the corner, and guaranteed proximity to one of the heat lamps that help take the edge off the cool March night. Austin is in the midst of the South By Southwest music festival, and every place that can scratch out enough floor space for a drum kit and a couple of guitars has morphed overnight into a music venue. We’re packed to the rafters with the young and the painfully hip: it’s a national convention of stovepipe jeans. The person I’m looking for is nowhere in sight, though. And somehow, I don’t think he’s going to be rolling up in stovepipes.

After a moment, the small figure-­eight shape of my friend Nicole pinches into view, tacking her way between hipsters, a glass of Chardonnay clutched in each hand like a priceless relic. Nic is my fellow POW, who staggered with me through the five sleepless years of drafting, models, and presentations that was RISD architecture school. She’s also the link that brought me into this circle: when I moved to Austin almost eight years ago she introduced me to Danny, her best friend from high school, and we immediately got on like a house on fire. “Literally, flaming,” Danny likes to say when we explain this to people, with accompanying fluttering movements of his hands.

“I brought you another glass of vino,” she says, plunking down beside me as she hands it over. She takes a lingering sip of her own wine and sighs. “God, that’s good. It was almost worth missing out on alcohol for nine months, just to be able to have it again.”

“Should I remind you of that next time?” I say.

Her free hand drops to her soft little belly, which she still refers to by Danny’s title, the War Zone. “Don’t say ‘next time’ yet! Let me get through a year with the first one before you sign me up for another.”

“How is the little dribbler?” I ask. “Does he like those alphabet blocks I brought him from Argentina?”

“Yes! I meant to tell you. He’s obsessed with them.”

“Oh, good! Noah will be so pleased. You should have seen him in that store, examining all the toys to make sure they were all safe, and handmade . . . no plastic factory-­made crap for Gabe.”

“Aw, you guys are sweet. Though I think Gabe’s taste is hardly as discriminating as Noah’s.”

“No one’s could be. He’s going to be the most high-­maintenance parent on earth.”

The effect on her is like pumping the gas pedal on a Mustang. Nicole has been referring to Noah as my future husband since our third date.

“Whoa!” she yelps, and slaps my knee with her drink-­free hand. “Did he finally get you to talk about timing for getting married?”

“No, you didn’t miss anything. We have to get through this separation before we can think about that for real.” Noah, who’s a partner at an international finance law firm, is two months into a yearlong rotation with the firm’s office in Buenos Aires. He’s working on some huge corporate merger about which my information is strictly need-­to-­know.

“I don’t see why,” she says. “It’s not like it’s a mystery that it’s going to happen. And actually, the masterstroke would be to get the whole shebang planned out while he’s not around to split hairs over color schemes and song lists. Voice of experience here,” she adds, waggling her hand in the air like an overeager student.

“He’s not that bad. The only thing he’s going to care about is the menu.”

She takes a measured sip of Chardonnay. “How many minutes did you say it took him to decide on one acceptable toy for my four-­month-­old son?”

Balls. “You do, as usual, have a point.”

“It’s a gift,” she says, breezily brushing her apricot-­colored curls back over one shoulder. “So have you thought about it at all?”

“Thought about what?”

“Wedding details. Or even a general idea of when you might let the man make an honest woman out of you.”

I wipe the condensation from my glass in one neat stripe after another. “Nope. Seems premature until we’re actually engaged. But when that occurs, I promise you my inner wedding planner will come roaring to life.” I dart another look over her shoulder, hoping she won’t notice.

“I saw that,” she says. I should have known she would bust me; it’s what she does. “What time was he supposed to be here?”

“I have no idea.”

“Well, whether he makes it or not, you look hot. Which is completely by accident.” She takes another deep sip of wine but slides me an elaborately nonchalant high five.

“Absolutely,” I say, slapping her outstretched palm. She knows I painstakingly assembled the perfect sexy-­without-­trying outfit before coming out tonight: my favorite leather cuff bracelet, black Frye boots, a fitted black V-neck T-shirt, and—­with a tiny pinch of guilt—­the jeans Noah swears make my ass look like the answer to world peace.

In fact, she expressly commanded me to wear the jeans. “Noah may have touching rights, but he doesn’t get to be the only guy who notices you have a sweet ass. Let the stupid bastard get a look at what he missed.” It doesn’t matter to her that Eamon’s rejection of me is seven years in the past; Nicole’s Don Corleone loyalty means no slight is ever forgiven.

She’s also the only friend who ever knew how much I’d liked him, and understood how crushed I was when I heard he was seeing somebody, a couple months after we slept together. My sense of connection to him had just been so immediate and effortless that I couldn’t comprehend his not feeling the same way. Even though it became unmistakably obvious—­once I had run out of the excuses you make for guys when you’re in your early twenties—­that he didn’t. The sting was so sharp that even after I finally shook it off, I still maintained a perfect record of avoiding him every time he came back to Austin to visit Danny and his other friends. Even after I was in my own relationship, in love and deeply happy. It just seemed easier that way.

Until this time, when I suddenly decided that enough was enough—­I was thirty-­one years old, our fling was ancient history, and instead of forgoing a Friday night at Albion during SXSW because Eamon was in town, I was just going to fucking grow a pair.

A male voice bellows out Danny’s name from across the courtyard. We all turn to look for the source, then Danny shouts a delighted “Ame!” and launches himself off the banquette. And there he is in the doorway to the courtyard, looking past Danny, finding my eyes and smiling right at me.

Bethany Chase Q&A

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Advanced Praise

Refinery 29 includes Bethany Chase in their “21 New Authors You Need to Know” Feature, calling THE ONE THAT GOT AWAY “A novel that could be worthy of a big-screen adaption!”

“[A] sparkling debut [that] packs serious emotional punches . . . This utterly enjoyable romance will have readers swooning, sobbing, and eagerly anticipating Chase’s next book.”Kirkus Reviews

“A warm, witty, and wise novel, The One That Got Away announces the arrival of a great new voice in fiction.”—Emily Giffin, #1 New York Times bestselling author of The One and Only 

“Love can be complicated, and in The One That Got Away, Bethany Chase captures every nuanced beat of a conflicted heart. An authentic and warm voice infuses this story of humor, heartbreak, and home. While Sarina finds her way, we as readers might also find a way back to our own unique lives.”—Patti Callahan Henry, New York Times bestselling author of And Then I Found You

“This perfectly paced story is full of fresh, engaging characters, but Chase’s greatest accomplishment is Sarina Mahler. Sarina is so human, her inner world such a compelling mix of guarded and open-hearted, confident and faltering, that—through every loss, every funny moment, every blazing triumph—I felt completely with her and grateful to be there.”—Marisa de los Santos, New York Times bestselling author of Falling Together

“Bethany Chase is utterly charming and writes about loss with wisdom and heart.”—Allie Larkin, author of Why Can’t I Be You

“Don’t let this one get away: Chase’s debut is fun, romantic, steamy, and populated with heartfelt characters—not-to-miss delicious escapism!”—L. Alison Heller, author of The Never Never Sisters

“We fell in love with The One That Got Away from the very first page. In her charming debut novel, Bethany Chase reminds us about the one that got away, and makes us wonder what would have happened if he hadn’t.”—Liz Fenton and Lisa Steinke, co-authors of Your Perfect Life

The One That Got Away is juicy, steamy, witty, and real. Bethany Chase kept me laughing out loud as I quickly turned the pages. With a love story perfectly balanced between sexy and sweet, and settings so vivid and hip they feel like a literary Pinterest board, Chase will have you swooning.”—Taylor Jenkins Reid, author of After I Do


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About Bethany Chase

A native of Virginia’s Shenandoah Valley, Bethany Chase headed to Williams College for an English degree and somehow came out the other side an interior designer. When she’s not writing or designing, you can usually find her in a karaoke bar. She lives with her lovely husband and occasionally psychotic cat in Brooklyn, three flights up. This is her first novel.

2 responses to “Blog Tour, Review and Giveaway: The One That Got Away by Bethany Chase

  1. Bethany Chase

    Thank you so much for the lovely review, Cezanne, and thank you for hosting me here! I’m so glad you enjoyed the book!

    • Eek! You are so welcome. It was truly a fantastic read. Ohh and the moment you added a Seinfeld reference, you stole my heart lol. Hello….Newman 🙂