Miss Match
by Laurelin McGee
Publisher: St. Martin’s Paperbacks
On Sale: June 30, 2015
Price: $7.99 USD / $9.99 CAD
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Blackballed from her corporate career, Andréa Grayson’s luck at finding suitable employment has run out. Until her sister secretly arranges an interview for Andy with business mogul, Blake Donovan. The job? Find him a wife. It’s a despicable position, but she can’t turn down the opportunity. It’s the only one she has.
Blake Donovan is rich, successful, and too damn busy to find a suitable wife. He knows Andréa Grayson possesses the skills necessary for the task of matchmaker, even though her sass, confidence, and ambition represent everything he doesn’t want in a woman. Yet, as they work together the smoldering attraction he feels for her can’t be denied.
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Excerpt
He caught his date smiling at him over her coffee cup. Her teeth were so perfectly straight and white, it almost seemed unnatural. He wondered if he should attempt conversation again. Drea had suggested, though, that talking about himself was not the best way to attract a woman. Listen to them instead, she’d said, or ordered, rather.
The problem with that advice was that this woman didn’t speak. At all. She hmm’d and ah ha’d, but that was the extent of her conversation. Even when he asked a question, he’d receive only a giggle in response.
She should be the perfect woman—attractive and quiet. And bland.
Maybe he didn’t want a quiet woman after all. Though Andrea argued with him at any chance she got, at least she was entertaining. Often over the last weeks, he’d actually
looked forward to seeing her in his office. Her opinions might be overbearing, but her insight was also usually spot-on.
Andrea also wouldn’t expect him to order for her, as all the other ones did. What was that anyway? A test of some sort? How was he possibly supposed to know what she’d want when he’d never met her before that very evening?
He’d tell Andy about that the next day. She’d get a kick out of it.
Now why did he just refer to her as Andy? Andrea was more suited to her looks. Admittedly, the more he’d gotten to know her, the more Andy seemed to fit her personality. But it was a hell of a lot of fun to see her feathers ruffle when he called her Drea.
The waiter came then to ask if there’d be anything else. “No, just the bill.” Blake said that a little quicker than
he should have. Andrea would have disapproved. “If you would, please,” he added, hoping to soften his obvious anxiousness. Actually, being in charge of the meal meant he could just demand the check like that. This was exactly why he continued to do the ordering for dates.
There. That was better. Andrea would be proud. He was nice-ish, and making sound business decisions.
Blake paid the bill and looked to his date—what was her name again? Sally? Cindy? Cinnamon? No matter, he’d simply leave it out when addressing her. “Are you ready then?”
“Hmm,” she replied.
It had to mean yes since she put her napkin on the table and rose from her seat.
Blake followed, a small smile gracing his lips at finally ending the miserable charade of a meal.
It wasn’t until later—much later—when he was tucked into his bed and he’d completed a chapter in his latest noir detective novel that he realized he’d spent the night
thinking more about his matchmaker than his proposed match.
He needed to get it together.
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