“Mason
I need a wife. “Need” being the key word here: I don’t want to get married. But one more screw up and my football career will be over and all the endorsement money will dry up, so it’s time to settle down with a good girl.
Problem is, bad girls are my kryptonite. My taste in women runs from bad to worse. The solution? Hire a professional matchmaker to pick a good girl for me.
Yeah, it was a great idea, until I set eyes on Maddie McRae, owner of Perfect Pairings, the only woman ever to make granny buns, pink cardigans, and glasses look sexy. I took one look and fell hard.
Now my biggest problem is trying to convince her that she doesn’t hate me.
Maddie
Athletes. Ugh. Can you say “arrogant womanizing jerks?” And my new client, Mason Spark, is the worst of them all.
I don’t care that he’s the NFL’s hottest quarterback, the man has the social skills of a wild boar. He needs an animal tamer, not a wife. If he wasn’t so friggin’ knockout handsome, he’d never get a date at all. Not that I’ve noticed how good-looking he is, because I can’t see past the forked tail and horns.
But the more time we spend together trying to smooth out his beastly manners and find him a match, the more I’m starting to realize that the man underneath the tattoos, bad attitude, and ginormous ego might be someone he’s trying not to let anyone see.
Now my biggest problem is trying to discover who that guy is before I find him a wife.“