Posted Apr 14 2015, 12:01 am
Katya is celebrating her newest release, Monica’s Match. How darling is this cover?
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.
When Monica laughed, her whole face lit up. The sight made Jeremiah’s chest tighten. Among other things.
“Did you just make a joke?” he asked.
She smiled at him, merriment dancing in her green eyes as she leaned against the stall in a mirror of his relaxed stance. “You’re not the only one with a sense of humor, Mr. Jokester.”
His grin widened as he traced the curve of her hip with his eyes and came back up to her face. He reached out and brushed a stray lock of hair off her cheek. “I think I just got a nickname. Come Sunday you might even start to like me.”
“Don’t get your hopes up.”
“It’s not just my hopes that are up.” He waggled his brows, but the genuine smile died on her lips, replaced by the professional one he’d seen her sport far too often. Damn. He’d pushed too far.
She handed him back the towel for the second time. He made sure his hand brushed hers when he took it from her. Her breath hitched. No way she didn’t feel the sexual chemistry between them.
She started for the door. “Thanks for the rescue with the towel. I should probably be getting back.”
A streak of orange shot into the room and almost tripped her. He reached a hand out to steady her as Clarence came to a stop, looked up at them, and meowed for a pet. God bless the mangy fleabag.
Monica shook off his hold and put a step between them. “Clarence, are you trying to kill me?”
In answer, the cat rubbed against her legs enthusiastically, his purr kicking in full tilt. She gave an exasperated sigh, but he didn’t miss the affection in her gaze or tone as she bent to pet the mongrel. “Did you get your mouse and come for some more attention?” The cat made a mewl, which made Monica’s genuine smile come back. She looked beautiful in the dusky light of the barn, a ray of light falling over her shoulder and making her hair glimmer.
She laughed when Clarence love-nipped at her fingers. “OK, OK. How about we go back to the porch and you can sit on my lap?”
Clarence, apparently on board with the suggestion, flew out the door. She stood and looked back at him. “I, uh, will see you later.”
He nodded. “Sunday afternoon.”
“Sunday afternoon.” She turned and followed after the cat.
He found himself rather jealous of old Clarence as she sashayed away. He wondered if she knew how much she swung her hips when she walked. He was inclined to think she didn’t do it consciously, which made it even sexier.
I like books that are funny and fun to read, but also make me think or look at the world in a new way. These days you’ll find me living my happily ever after in the Midwestern U.S. with my husband, dog and cats. I love to hear from readers, so please come find me on the Internet.
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