Greek Matchmaker Novels & Stories

Her cards were wrong! "So when are you getting married?" "Need to find a boyfriend first!" "I did a reading - your future partner is closer than you think." She beckoned me closer. I leaned in as she whispered, "Brian and Zac are both great catches. Consider them?" "Who do you prefer?" "Why choose? I'd take both! In my dreams, anyway." She grinned. "Brian's more gentlemanly though." "Want me to play matchmaker?" She shook her head vigorously. "I'm trying to matchmake for you!"

Macey cleared her throat as the conversation stalled, “Victoria is a designer. She designs the most stunning wedding gowns you’ve ever seen. Paul is a sculptor. He specializes in, I guess you would call it, environmental sculpture. He likes to use natural materials and place his sculptures in natural settings. And this is, I’m sorry, have we met?” Macey turned her attention to the tall African-American who joined their circle alongside her friends. He smiled apologetically, shaking his head, saying, “No. I’m Franklin Jackson. I’m a member of the New York Philharmonic. I met Victoria and Paul here while I was admiring your latest series. We were having a friendly debate about its to

Thea smiled. "Do you always play matchmaker, Luna?" Alpha Ford said softly. "Only when I see people fighting the matebond," Thea said softly. "It is taking forever for these two to get together." "You took forever to get with us," Alaric said. "That's different. We hadn't shifted," Thea said. "I don't know, babe. We all knew we were mates," Conri said. "Everyone knew, darling," Kai said. "Will I ever live that down?" Thea said. The triplets chuckled. "Excuse me. I have some matchmaking to do."

She frowned. Grace looked lovely tonight. She always did. Why couldn't I just want her and not someone else? Why was my case different? I'd heard it was rare for someone you'd be matched with not being your mate. I had even been assured that I'd eventually come to love her, that matching people wasn't as archaic as I thought. It was always done, and it would never end because I detested it.

"I know that already." "So let's get this match making done." There's a shuffling on the other end of the line as if she's moving. "Do you want a nice cook, someone who compliment you daily, a good artist." There's pause after eacg listing as if she's writing it down. "I have a network of nice guys I could match make you with." "Just hook me up, don't match make." I beg with a low laugh. "And how many times have I told you Rose, I don't want the nice guy."