Title: Miss Match
Author: Laurelin McGee
Publication Date: June 30, 2015
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.
By Laurelin McGee
Blake stared at his monitor, fingers steepled beneath his chin. He was well aware that the pose made him look slightly villainous, and had cultivated it to keep unwanted visitors from popping into his office and interrupting him. The ad had been taken down nearly as soon as Andrea Dawson had closed the door, overly firmly, behind herself. Yet the email account he’d set up to receive answers was still getting messages, 242 and counting. He could have delegated it to his secretary, of course, but this was a delicate matter. Best to handle it personally. Blake wanted to delete them all, but since Drea had left a message with his secretary an hour before politely declining the job, he knew it wasn’t wise.
Maybe he should forget the whole damn bride idea. Except that would be admitting defeat, and Blake Donovan never admitted defeat. When he’d hit his thirty-fifth birthday nearly a year before, he had achieved everything on his five-year plan except marriage. He firmly believed then—and still did now—that a wife was necessary for various reasons, such as hosting social engagements, appealing to clients who were more family-centered, and having an automatic plus-one at all the charity and business functions he attended. Also, the sex would be more convenient than his current method of cruising the local bars. And though he’d never say it aloud, he found returning home after a long day at work to an empty house was lonely. Silly, yes, but true.
He’d thought finding a wife would be an easy enough task. First, he went to his colleagues to set him up. But after several horrible blind dates and with his next birthday approaching quickly, he felt a professional was needed to find the woman for him. So Blake had joined Millionaire Matches online. That turned out to be another big fat failure. Perhaps Blake made a mistake by sleeping with and then dumping the CEO. Her parting words to him as she closed his account were, “You couldn’t pay someone enough money to find a bride for you in this town.” He couldn’t let that challenge go undefeated, now, could he?
Blowing air through his pursed lips, he considered. Drea was his choice for the job, hands down. Who else had the precise background and skills to seek out and vet his future wife? By and large, the other candidates who had shown up in his office wearing too much makeup and perfume were only interested in wedding him themselves. And the few serious inquirers had résumés filled with skills such as “social media ninja.” What the hell was that supposed to mean? He wasn’t about to hire someone like that to perform the most important task he was going to assign this year.
And there was that something else about Drea. Something he couldn’t quite put his finger on. Her brash approach was usually a turnoff in an employee. Perhaps it was that she’d turned him down—no one said no to Blake Donovan, after all. It couldn’t be that, though—he’d sensed the some- thing even before that.
He struggled to put a name to it. Underneath her obvious dislike and disrespect for Blake and the job he was pro- posing, he sensed . . . what?
A connection, that’s what. An understanding that few people had of him.
It was both terrifying and thrilling.
Laurelin Paige is the New York Times and USA Today bestselling author of the Fixed Trilogy. She’s a sucker for a good romance and gets giddy anytime there’s kissing, much to the embarrassment of her three daughters.
Kayti McGee is a Kansas City native who now calls Colorado home. When she isn’t writing, she’s making up recipes to go with her favorite books.