Mr. Match Series

Book 1 – Scoring the Keeper’s Sister

ERICA:  

Signing up for a matchmaking service was not my idea. But when Andrew the hand model dumped me, my brother suggested I try Mr. Match. And I figured it couldn’t hurt–as it was, I’d never get away from meathead moron soccer players (since my brother plays keeper for the South Bay Sharks and I manage PR for the team.) 

But Mr. Match is a moron too because he matched me with a guy I see at work every day. A guy who has a different girl on his arm at every turn. And a soccer player. Fernando Fuerte, the “Fuerte Fire,” is one guy I can assure you is NOT my match. 

FERNANDO:

Getting girls is not a problem. Getting girls who care about something besides my status as the South Bay Sharks star striker, my salary, and my social status? Yeah. That’s the problem. So when my buddy Max tells me he’s actually Mr. Match–the secret proprietor of San Diego’s hottest matchmaking app, I let him convince me to try it. 

And Erica Johnson is not actually a bad match–only she doesn’t seem to agree. And then there’s the small matter of her being in the middle of trying to save the team (and me) when the owner’s ex brings to light some, ahem, unsavory accusations about me… and then there’s her enormous and disapproving twin brother…and there’s something about cheese, too. 

But if I have my way? Erica will definitely be my match. 

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Book 2 – Scoring A Fake Fiancee

TRACE:  

My twin sister found love using the dating site everyone in San Diego is talking about — Mr. Match. And now that she’s happily coupled, she thinks I should look for my match. 

The thing is? I’m pretty sure I don’t have one. I’ve got soccer. And maybe that’s all I really need–it’s definitely the only thing I’ve ever really been able to depend on, besides Erica. 

I signed up. But what I got was not what I expected. 

I did not expect to feel so much for a woman I’d only just met. And I definitely didn’t expect to find myself agreeing to pretend to be her fiancé. 

The question is, if this is all pretend, why does it feel so real?

MAGALIE:

When I moved to San Diego from France, I thought that would be enough to convince my mother I was committed to living my own life. But when she announced she was coming to visit, and bringing Henri–the man she wanted me to marry–I panicked. 

Maybe using a site designed to match you with your soulmate wasn’t the right way to find someone to convince my mother I was engaged. Maybe convincing my mother I was engaged wasn’t the right way to get out of the arranged marriage she was trying to force on me.

And maybe there’s a lot more to my fake fiancé Trace Johnson than he’s willing to show the world. 

I wish I didn’t want so badly to find out what’s beneath his bravado (and his shirt). 

 

Calling all lonely hearts! Meet your match in 2019!