I’m a matchmaker who needs to find a match… of my own.
There’s a perfect match out there for everyone.
At least, that’s what I tell my clients.
I can find true love for everyone… except for myself.
And now I have a huge problem.
I’ve been nominated as matchmaker of the year.
I should be thrilled.
If I go to Matcher’s Island unaccompanied, my rivals will rip me to shreds.
What kind of matchmaker can’t even find a match for herself?
I have to find a match and soon… I’ll even fake it if I have to.
But then Beckett Monroe walks into my office.
With his salt and pepper hair and his cocky swagger, he’s my one true match.
Or so I thought.
When my name goes up in flames, I have no choice but to walk away from my soul mate.
Saving my hard-earned reputation means losing out on love.
Having a successful career, a satisfying sex life, and a happy engagement that’s real and not fake is an impossible dream… isn’t it?