The Single Life with Zola Patterson - Danielle Allen
Prologue
“Zola Patterson is a dating and relationship expert best known for her dating blog The Single Life with Zola Patterson and her advice column, TSL with Zola. But with the release of her debut Getting It, Zola has carved out her place in the book world.”
– Noni Okrah, The New York Reader
“Getting It incorporates three-hundred-and-sixty-five days’ worth of dates, relationship advice, essays, and hot holiday hookups for inspiration. It’s definitely this year’s single girl’s guide to pleasure.”
– Deanna Mills, Print Magazine
“Honestly, the Hot Holiday Hookups reminded me how little I was actually getting it! Getting It is a sexy fun take on sex, dating and relationships. It was informative and sexy which is hard to pull off. Kudos to Zola Patterson!”
– Samantha Rogers, Book Bully Bookstore
“Getting It is a collection of essays, personal stories of true hookups, dating and relationship advice, sex tips and tricks to get you through the year. It’s a one stop shop to getting the personal life of your choosing. Ranging from self-pleasure to threesome etiquette, dating yourself to dating others, relationship do’s and don’ts, etc. You don’t want to miss it!”
– Ashley Bell, New York Digest
“I’ve followed Zola Patterson her entire career, stumbling upon her blog ten years ago. She’s always been funny, insightful, and personal—and all of that shined brightly in Getting It. From the hot holiday hookups to the tantric trysts, this book was sexy. The best advice I can give you about Getting It is to GET IT!”
–Callie Mendez, author of Live Your Life NOW!
“Getting It helps you get the social, sexual, personal, and romantic life you want. It doesn’t matter if you’re single, dating, or married, this book is for you. It doesn’t matter your gender, your race, your occupation, get this book.”
– Blake Hill, author of What Men Really Want
Chapter One
I stared at the paintings up against the wall. The broad strokes of red paint against one black and one white canvas were bold. The fine white lines were delicately adorning the canvases in a random pattern. I took a couple of steps back and looked at the canvases side-by-side. The two gorgeous paintings were different but utilized the same color scheme.
“I used the black, white, and red from your logo,” Heaven’s raspy voice cut through my silent assessment.
I glanced over my shoulder at the twenty-something artist with the dark brown skin and short, blue hair. “I see that,” I quipped with a small smile. My eyes went back to the canvases. “They look good—really good.” I folded my arms across my chest. “They are bigger than what I thought they were going to be though. They were supposed to be 40 x 30.”
“I know, I know. I know it’s bigger. But you showed me the wall you wanted to put them on so 60 x 40 fits. And this is the size these needed to be,” she explained from a few feet back.
“I get that, but the size is…” My sentence trailed off. The work was beautiful. The size was magnificent. But I ordered something smaller and more affordable. I exhaled. “I drive a little sedan. What am I going to do with that?”
“Look at the big picture,” she argued gently.
Turning toward her, I pointed at her artwork. “I am looking at the big picture. I’m looking at both of the big ass pictures.”
She laughed. “Come back here and look.”
I stalked toward her and then turned back to face the wall. “What?”
Opening her arms, she gestured to her work. “Look at the big picture!”
I stared at the canvases and I saw it. The random tiny white lines that looked pretty but nonsensical actually spelled out the name of my blog. The smile on my face spread as I followed the pattern.
Heaven pointed, her finger following the design that stretched across the two surfaces. “The Single Life with Zola Patterson,” she read.
Grinning, I looked over at the artist. Her light brown eyes were dancing as she watched me get it. I couldn’t do anything but let my mouth hang open for a few speechless seconds.
It was perfect. There were no other words to describe it. It was exactly what I’d asked for. Heaven did an incredible job and my office was going to be what I’d always dreamed it would be.
All thanks to this random artist I’d found on social media.
I was glad I took the chance. She smelled like cigarettes and her fashion sense was questionable, but she was undeniably talented.
“This is great. And you’re right… it will fit in