_Read the series starter everyone's snort-laughing about! _ Max Winchell discovered the formula for love. But he's already a pro soccer star (because this is fiction, y'all!). The solution? He creates Mr. Match, a dating site all his hot teammates are soon using to find their match. But what happens when everyone finds out that Mr. Match himself is... unmatchable?

Soulmates don't always start as friends. Sometimes they start as enemies. And sometimes they need cheese to help seal the deal... 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.

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).

HAMISH: I’ll be honest—I hadn’t been thinking much about love or marriage. I’d met the girl for me and let her go years ago. And until I could make that right? I wasn’t looking. Until my Durnish family reminded me that to keep my place in line for the Durnish throne (and my only real link to my homeland) I needed to tie the knot before I hit thirty. The issue? There’s only one girl I’m willing to marry and I haven’t seen or heard from her in six years. I’ll have to find her fast and hope she won’t be bothered by my lack of… experience. She’s the one. And until I find her again, I haven’t wanted to share my royal scepter with just anyone, if ya get my drift. SOPHIE: I followed Hamish MacEvoy to America six years ago, but what I found there told me right away he wasn’t waiting around for me. Since then, I’ve built my own life—free of kilt-wearing football players, thank you very much. I have a successful business baking wedding cakes for the elite of the San Diego wedding scene. But when Erica Johnson and Fernando Fuerte—who plays for Hamish’s team—came walking through my door, I should have hidden. Well, actually I did hide, but it all fell apart anyway. I’m just not sure I’m ready to give Hamish a second chance.

TWO Mr. Match Novellas in ONE! SCORING A HOLIDAY MATCH: Rose Gonzalez is CEO of her own company and one-hundred percent fine without a man in her life. But her friend Tallulah—who is now running the popular Mr. Match website—sees it differently. Rose agrees to meet the man the site has selected for her at the Jingle Bell Ball, mostly because the crab boat captain she’s being set up with could not possibly be her match. (★Even if he does look like a hot seafaring lumberjack.★) Can one night of magic convince Rose that she’s met her match? And will her hero’s devotion to crabs get in the way? ♥♥ This story was featured in the USA Today Bestselling Jingle Balls Anthology. SCORING WITH THE SURFER: Tallulah Jeffries is the new "Mr. Match," and she's doing things her own way. Tallulah: Nothing against Max Winchell. He’s the genius who created the site in the first place, and I’m not arguing that it worked for him. But he put me in charge, and that means it’s time to put the fire back in matching. (See what I did there?) Yeah, Max’s version was pretty by the book. People fill out the intake forms, the system parses them and does all that mathematical stuff Max was always going on about, and then it spits out matches based on statistical likelihood of agreement on various things. But there’s no wiggle room there. And I could be wrong, but I think making a love match is still something of an art. Maybe it’s just the woman’s perspective I’m bringing to it. Either way, I’m testing a new system. One with a little more human judgment applied. It’s Tallulah Time. Welcome to Ms. Match. (Okay, I signed a legal document saying I wouldn’t change the name officially. But between you and me. Wink wink, nudge nudge.)