The Brides of Mordenne Series by Jeanette Lynn

Katarina signed up with Made to Match in hopes of finding that special someone. What she didn't count on was being matched up with Alfred or Alfie as he likes to call himself. Katarina finds herself on the worst date ever with the uncouth, sweet talking, baby blue eyed male. Unbeknownst to the obliviously human Katarina, werewolf Alfred couldn't have been more pleased with the sharp tongued, dark haired, curvy temptress he finds himself set up with for a date... moreKatarina signed up with Made to Match in hopes of finding that special someone. What she didn't count on was being matched up with Alfred or Alfie as he likes to call himself. Katarina finds herself on the worst date ever with the uncouth, sweet talking, baby blue eyed male. Unbeknownst to the obliviously human Katarina, werewolf Alfred couldn't have been more pleased with the sharp tongued, dark haired, curvy temptress he finds himself set up with for a date. When their date goes south and Katarina flees, Alfred isn't willing to give up. He's found 'the one' and whether Katarina likes it or not... she's his.(This is Book 1 in the Brides of Mordenne Series) less

Tired of the disappointment of the dating scene, Penelope Betten has chosen a different route for herself and signed up with Made to Match, a dating and match making service, choosing to become a mail order bride. She's hoping to find herself a special someone, a man to love her no matter what... moreTired of the disappointment of the dating scene, Penelope Betten has chosen a different route for herself and signed up with Made to Match, a dating and match making service, choosing to become a mail order bride. She's hoping to find herself a special someone, a man to love her no matter what. Will she find what she's looking for with her arranged husband or is she doomed for a life of spinsterhood? Bennard Ochulles gets the surprise of his life when his new bride shows up on his doorstep and isn't at all what he'd expected. Is Ben even willing to keep his curvy, spunky, quick witted bride or will he send her packing? (Book 2 in The Brides Of Mordenne) less

Greniv would admit, his life wasn't perfect. Lately, it was feeling less than. He was lonely, and it was really starting to hit him.His friends were all finding mates and their happily ever afters, kids, the happy home, the whole shebang. Even freaking One-eye and his fair Penny were deliriously happy.When they guys, at some prompting from their mates, decide to give their resident Man of the Marsh a hand, things don't go quite as they might have planned... moreGreniv would admit, his life wasn't perfect. Lately, it was feeling less than. He was lonely, and it was really starting to hit him.His friends were all finding mates and their happily ever afters, kids, the happy home, the whole shebang. Even freaking One-eye and his fair Penny were deliriously happy.When they guys, at some prompting from their mates, decide to give their resident Man of the Marsh a hand, things don't go quite as they might have planned. Or, as Gren thought of it, worse than even he could have imagined.Gren knew from the start it was all a bad idea, but willingly or not, he was along for the ride. He supposed.Cue Aster. She's quiet, shy, almost painfully so. She was none of the things Greniv would have picked out for himself in a future date, let alone a potential mate. And, vain as he felt to think it, she was tall in either form, a full woman of the Marsh, even taller than Greniv's staggering shifted frame. She nearly tripped over herself trying to talk to him. The woman blushed at nearly everything, or even next to nothing at all. He'd admit, she was sweet, if awkwardly so, and he tried to let her down easy... she wasn't the one for him.Greniv had dreamed of his ideal mate, to the point he could almost picture her in his mind. He agreed to this disastrous proposed date idea because, against his better judgement, he could grow walnuts but at times didn't own a pair. He had a hard time saying no.On the peripherals, when things are starting to really go south, he catches a hint of something, the perfumed hint of the female meant to be his. He's desperate to meet the owner of said brain scrambling scent. SHE is his one.Or is she...? less