Matchmaking Books Novels & Stories

Book 1: Her Unloved Mate (Vince & Crystal’s Story) Book 2: My Bride is Not a Human (Cade & Andrella’s Story) Book 3: Her Chosen Mate (Rebecca & Oliver’s Story) * Follow my social media by searching ‘Sprachi12’ to share any views about any of my stories. Thank you again.

The wine not affecting us in the least with our arousal way outstripping it. Maddie deals again, and we both take two cards each. Both of us grin when we see the replacements. Maddie feeling confident lays down her pair of 3s. I quickly move to lay down my pair of 4s. We both grin and throw our off cards, a 6 for me and a 2 for Maddie. I say, "Uh oh Maddie looks it's about to be even." She just smiles. I lay down my second pair of Jacks together showing her my two pair, Jacks over 4s. She pretends to deflate then looks up with a devious grin through her lashes and lays down her second pair of Queens.

Hey beautiful people, Just a warning. This book is an erotica, which means 18+, so if you are uncomfortable with sex and adult stuff, please don’t read my books. But if you are a nymphomaniac like me, go ahead ;) Also guys, for the better understanding of the stories, I’d also like to give you the order in which the books should be read: 1)Nathaniel Lachlan 2)Aaron Riverwood 3)Landon Chambers 4)Danika Williams 5)Mary Redferne PS this book is set up in the 1960s Mary Redferne I was in the car, tapping my foot restlessly as the driver drove inside the gates of a mansion of the guy I was about to marry in a few months. Yeah I know, crazy! I never thought that I’d settle for an arrange marriage

Book 1: Her Unloved Mate (Vince & Crystal’s Story) Book 2: My Bride is Not a Human (Cade & Andrella’s Story) Book 3: Her Chosen Mate (Rebecca & Oliver’s Story) * In case of any queries regarding any story, please reach out to my inbox. Thank you again.

“How will I increase points for the man on the counter?” The cat hummed in response. “It’s easy. If only you have the notebook, it will show you the basic information about the two parties. Their hobbies, likes, places to frequent, everything. You can let ‘chance meeeting’ take place and then these two will fall for each other naturally. Sadly, we don’t have the notebook now.”

There are no true words for it, but the closest I can come to explaining it is that I felt like we were meant to meet. Like we were meant to be together. Which is crazy because, obviously, we can't be together. Not in that way. Even having a friendship is risky, and if we weren't on this insane mission together, I would be steering clear of her, just like I do most people. But life put us together. And maybe it's supposed to be this way. Maybe it's some weird kind of destiny. Not that I ever believed in that. Still ... A lot of weird stuff is happening, whether or not I want those things to be real.

I gasped, staring at the massive boxes. “Not enough,” he muttered, tearing into the first one. I limped over, glancing inside at an array of bright pink candles in every size. Bending down, I plucked one from the packaging, turning it over in my hand. My eyes watered as I stared at the label. It was glittery and covered in an intricate design of roses in shades of peaches and pinks. “The Perfect Mate,” I whispered, reading what he’d named the candle. Plucking the gemstone studded lid from the candle, I inhaled, gasping at the beautiful fruity-floral scent inside, “Is this really what I smell like?”

The walls were adorned with exquisite art pieces, each a masterpiece in its own right, expertly arranged to showcase their beauty. The furniture was a perfect blend of comfort and luxury, with plush leather chairs that hugged the contours of the body and an enormous desk made of the finest mahogany wood, polished to a deep, rich sheen. On the desk, there was a set of gleaming silver pens in a bespoke holder, a crystal decanter filled with amber-colored liquor, and a stack of gold-embossed leather-bound journals.

he says and walk away. I'm signing out and about to walk out when he comes back. "Here," he hands me a black classy invitation. "This never happens. Invitation to our next most exclusive auction. There is only a hundred printed out every three years and given to the richest art lovers in the world," he has a smug smile when he says that. "It says the 17th or the 27th," I say, skimming through the invitation. "Yeah, we do it like that for security reasons so to be safe keep both dates open." "Okay, so it'll be here on the 17th or the 27th?" A group of what seems like colllege students enter the gallery and his attention diverts to them.

I tell her, pulling a book from the shelf. "That's okay," she says with a slight chuckle. "I'm still trying to be the single orgasmic woman." "Okaaaay," I say slowly, wondering if she expects me to comment on that. "There are different types of books depending on whether it's for you or your partner," I explain, noticing her wedding band for the first time. "For your partner, I have a popular one called She Comes First: The Thinking Man's Guide to Pleasuring a Woman."