Title: Miss Match
Author: Laurelin McGee
Publisher: St. Martin’s Paperbacks
On Sale: June 30, 2015
ABOUT THE BOOK
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.
They caught the elevator just as it was about to go up. It was crowded, and in order to get everyone in, Andy had to press closer to her boss than she would have liked. Or maybe it was exactly as close as she liked. The shudder that ran through her at the touch of his body pressed against her back seemed to suggest as much.
He leaned into her ear. “Are you okay?”
His breath skated across her neck, sending yet another chill down her spine. Unwilling memories of the night at the bar invaded her mind—the taste of his lips, his body melding into hers, the unmistakable bulge pressed against her hip. A third shiver rolled through her limbs.
“I’m fine,” she snapped before he could ask again. “Cold. It’s cold. I’m cold.” Yeah, he’d buy that. It was only seventy- five degrees outside and the air-conditioning hadn’t been turned on, at least not in the elevator. She gestured to the skirt that now seemed obscenely short under his gaze.
“Maybe I should warm you up.”
Did he really just say that? And if he did, did he mean it the way it sounded? She pivoted toward him. “What was that?”
He cleared his throat, something he seemed to do frequently. “I said that maybe some tea would warm you up. Or coffee, if you’re not a tea drinker. We have both in the employee lounge. My secretary could get some for you, if you like.”
She raised her near-empty coffee. “I have some already. Thanks.” Then she turned away from him, hoping he hadn’t noticed her flush. Of course he hadn’t said what she’d thought. She was ridiculous for thinking that he had.
Andy spent the rest of the ride admonishing herself. She really had to get a grip if this job was going to work out. First of all, she didn’t even like the man. Her body simply kept reacting to an unfortunate encounter they’d had nearly thirty-six hours ago. It was physiological, that was all. It meant nothing.
Second, she was supposed to be finding a match for
Blake Donovan, not daydreaming about being his match.
Third, why did he smell so damn good anyway? It just wasn’t natural.
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Laurelin McGee is the pseudonym of Laurelin Paige and Kayti McGee.
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.
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