Dnf

Cassandra Reynolds can see a red flag from a mile away. In fact, it’s her job. A favor for a friend in college who was afraid she’d been catfished soon turned into a full-blown business. Now, as the owner of The Ex Files, a matchmaking service based Ocean View, she dates men nearly every day of the week in order to vet them, assuring the matches she makes are perfectly informed and free of heartache. With her job comes pitfalls, though: every man she meets is hiding something, trying to impress, and not showing his true colors. It’s just not worth the emotional stress to even try anymore. But when she has to attend her father’s wedding, the man who once lived his own double life, she realizes after years of matchmaking, she has no date of her own to bring to the event. His sisters want him to have the happily-ever-after their parents do. When mechanic Luke Dawson helps a woman on the side of the road, he didn’t think it would be the matchmaker his sisters set him up with. But just one date is all it takes for him to decide that he’s not going for a match - he’s interested in the matchmaker herself. Now it’s his job to convince her to give him a shot without scaring her off. But try after try, he’s hitting obstacles in the form of the strict and uptight rules she’s crafted in order to protect herself. Can he get past her walls and make her see they’d be a perfect match if she let herself fall?

I’ve spent the better part of the last few years successfully avoiding my brother’s best friend, Weston Aldrich. As CEO of Andes Inc, the infuriatingly handsome and incessantly grumpy Weston also happens to be my new boss. It shouldn’t have been hard to continue avoiding him. After all, he’s on the executive floor and I’m one of many copywriters. Weston has his own ideas about how things should go between us. He’s in my emails, leaving notes on my desk, and as if that’s not enough, he arranges for me to accompany him on a business trip. That leads to stolen touches, frenzied kisses, and the undeniable need to work each other out of our systems. That always works, right? Except now that I know what it feels like to have Weston Aldrich appreciate every inch of my abundant curves, avoiding him is impossible. But he’s my brother’s best friend. And a workaholic. We have to stop. And we will. Soon. Just…not yet.