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Description:
Monica has the ability to see a guy’s aura light up the first
time he touches his soul mate, but she’s kept it a secret since her parents
shamed her as a child. Still, she decides to start her own matchmaking
company—even if she doesn’t advertise her unique ability. Business is so-so
until she gets a call to find matches for the singles of the small town of
Perry Grove. She’s not looking for love herself but has an immediate attraction
to one of her clients. Too bad another woman lit up his aura.
Hunky dairy farmer Jeremiah wants nothing to do with his
grandpa’s hare-brained
matchmaking scheme but agrees to play along to appease the man who raised
him. But when he meets the sexy
matchmaker, he starts to rethink his single status. Too bad she’s intent on
pairing him up with another woman. If there’s one thing he knows, though, it’s
how to be stubborn.
Excerpt:
Monica Morgan slammed
the door of her red Camry and kicked the offending tire for good measure. “Ow. Darn it!” Her sensible
black flats were no match for the doughnut wheel. Smooth move, Sherlock. Get your head in the game. You need this job or
your business is toast.
She took a moment for
one deep breath then hurried to the entrance of the Perry Grove United
Methodist Church. Before she reached the double door, it swung open and Ed
Thompson greeted her with a kind smile. His white hair was a bit shaggier
around the edges than when they’d
met in person seven weeks ago. She’d spent that afternoon in Perry Grove
meeting with only the town council, as she had a strict rule that she couldn’t
come into contact with any potential bachelors or bachelorettes in public.
That edict had raised a
few eyebrows, but in the end she had sold them on her “process” with no mention of the true reason for the rules.
No one needed to know she saw a guy’s aura light up the first time he made
physical contact with his soul mate. In a public setting, even one as small as
Perry Grove, she ran the risk that more than one woman or man could brush
against a man at the same time and mess up Monica’s aura-reading mojo. So she
insisted on one-on-one intake interviews with each client early on. Then she
oversaw each potential couple’s first contact with no other parties in the room
under the guise of wanting to see their first impressions of each other in a
closed environment.
Now that she was here
for her extended stay, Mr. and Mrs. Thompson would be her hosts for the next
month.
Mr. Thompson held the
door for her. “Glad to
see you made it in one piece. Lucky you were close enough you could make it on
a doughnut, but now that you’re here, Sherman’ll get it fixed right up for you.
He already ordered the tire. It’ll be in tomorrow.”
Pasting on her best
professional smile, she headed down the walkway, hoping he hadn’t witnessed her meltdown.
“Glad to be here and to see you again, Mr. Thompson.”
The crinkle around his
cornflower-blue eyes deepened with his smile. “At your service. And I told you before to call me Ed. Now
let’s get you settled. We have the bachelorettes from the dating pool in the
fellowship hall downstairs and the bachelor in an adjacent room, as you
requested. Pat Staley—she’s the church secretary in case you don’t remember
her—called all the men for today to let them know the appointments have been
pushed back a few hours.”
She did remember
meeting Pat briefly, as she had made a point of recording everyone’s name, occupation, and
relationships in the town. “Thank you for taking care of that, Mr. Thompson. I
apologize again—”
He waved a dismissive
hand as they reached the stairs. “Ed.
And there’s nothing you can do about a flat tire except deal with it.”
She rolled her
shoulders to ease some of her tension. She hated being late. “So your grandson is still up
first, correct?” An involuntary shiver echoed through her just thinking about
her first client’s dimpled smile and the striking blue eyes that stared at her
from the photo she’d received along with his profile information—and how
inappropriate that thought was. No dating clients.
“Don’t
look so glum, girl. No one blames you for being late. Although, I should warn
you that Jeremiah isn’t too excited to use your services. I have to admit I
strong-armed him a bit, and he’s been stuck in the Sunday school room for a few
hours. I was afraid if I let him leave, I’d never get him back, if you know
what I mean.” He laughed and winked conspiratorially.
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