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Two brothers. One Christmas. One
matchmaker's mistake…
Wrong Brother, Right Match
Anyone But You #3
Jennifer Shirk
Entangled Bliss
Matchmaking guru Kennedy Pepperdine’s life is perfect. Perfect job.
Perfect friends. Perfect boyfriend. Except...when she gets trapped in an
elevator with a handsome stranger, she accidentally confesses a secret: maybe
her perfect boyfriend, Justin, isn’t so perfect for her after all. But a
matchmaker should be able to successfully match herself, right? Thankfully,
she’ll never see the handsome stranger again. Until she heads home with Justin
for the holidays and learns that the sexy stranger is none other than Justin’s
older brother, Matt.
Matt Ellis is trying to be on his best behavior for his mother—it is
Christmas, after all. But when he recognizes the beautiful woman from the
elevator—the one he hasn’t been able to stop thinking about for months—his best
behavior is being held by a thread. Matt’s always sacrificed for his family,
and nothing is more important than their happiness, but the more time he spends
around Kennedy, the more he wonders if her supposed "right match"
might just be the wrong brother.
Praise for Wrong
Brother, Right Match
"Wrong
Brother, Right Match is basically a
Hallmark Christmas Movie in book form and I love it!" - Stephanie's Book Reviews
If you want to be swept away
into a sweet read that will keep you glued to the page then this is the book
for you. There was just something about this storyline that was the right
amount of sweet, romance and fun that made it unputdownable."- The Sub Club Books
Wrong Brother, Right Match WON the
2017 ©Desert Rose RWA® Golden Quill Contest- Sweet
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EXCERPT
Kennedy grew
silent again. She began chewing her bottom lip. His eyes automatically dropped
to her mouth, and for the forty-eighth time since being trapped together, he
thought about kissing some sense into that anxious brain of hers.
“You’re
right.” Her words were so soft, he wasn’t sure she’d spoken them. “He’s
wonderful. Really awesome. But honestly…” She gave him a sharp if slightly
tipsy look. “I’ve never said this to anyone, so you can’t tell a soul.”
He gave her
a droll look. “Who am I going to tell?”
She stared
him down for several seconds as if judging his sincerity. “Cross your heart?”
“Cross my
heart,” he repeated, making the motion against his chest.
“Okay.” She
bit her lip. “It’s just that…sometimes I doubt we’re meant for each other.”
“Really?”
“Yes. I know it’s crazy,” she murmured.
“Especially since I can’t afford for my software to be wrong.”
Before he could respond, the lights overhead
flickered. Her head whipped up toward the ceiling. “Thank God!” The elated
expression on her face reminded him of a child watching fireworks go off.
“We’re finally going to get out of here,” she squealed.
“Yeah…awesome.”
Matt swallowed hard. He should be happy, too. Why the hell wasn’t he happy?
He’d finally be out of this cramped elevator and away from this anxiety-ridden
woman with her boyfriend issues. But instead, all he could do was bank down a
strange sense of disappointment at the thought of her walking through those
elevator doors and him never seeing her again.
He stood
first then held out his hand to help her up. Her palm met his, and he tugged
just as the elevator began to move again, causing them to lose their balance.
His back slammed against the wall, and she fell into his arms.
“Nice
catch,” she said with a laugh, obviously still feeling the effects of the
champagne.
Matt held on
to her, his heart beating wildly. Having her in his arms ignited all kinds of
thoughts, all kinds of feelings. Naughty thoughts. Good feelings. His gaze
captured hers for a long moment until eventually her smiling face grew serious,
too. Then his conscience tapped him on the shoulder.
What the hell do you think you’re
doing? it said. You’ve both been drinking. And she has a
boyfriend.
He’d always hated his conscience.
“Matt?”
Matt didn’t move. The elevator was going to
open soon. They would be free to leave separately or leave together. There was
still a choice. Growing up, he had always been the one to toe the line. Do what
was right for everyone else in his life. But so help him, he didn’t want to do
that this time. Maybe it was the alcohol, but he wanted her. True, the woman
had a boyfriend—a neglectful
boyfriend—but still, there were rules for that sort of thing, weren’t there?
Like what if…
Screw it.
He kissed
her.
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