Matchmaking in Granville Series by D.J. Jamison

Meddling with Maverick is my favorite pastime. .. When pranking my neighbor backfires and he lets the Matchmaking Mamas set him up, it's my duty to keep an eye on his dates. If I sabtoage them in the process, that's just coincidence, right? But when I call Maverick's bluff that I could be a better date, I find myself in the matchmaking hot seat. I've been straight all my life, but the prospect of a real date, real kisses, maybe even real love with a man doesn't scare me... moreMeddling with Maverick is my favorite pastime. .. When pranking my neighbor backfires and he lets the Matchmaking Mamas set him up, it's my duty to keep an eye on his dates. If I sabtoage them in the process, that's just coincidence, right? But when I call Maverick's bluff that I could be a better date, I find myself in the matchmaking hot seat. I've been straight all my life, but the prospect of a real date, real kisses, maybe even real love with a man doesn't scare me. It's easier to meddle with Maverick with an invite to his bed. In fact, maybe I'll just meddle with him for life. less

An unexpected love will soon be Hounding Hank. .. Matchmaking Mamas helped my best friend, Maverick, and his rival neighbor find love. If they can help those two, it should be a piece of cake to find me a guy, right? The dating pool of available men is small, but finally after weeks of waiting, the Mamas come through for me. Hank is sweet and charming via text, and we instantly connect over our love of dogs... moreAn unexpected love will soon be Hounding Hank. .. Matchmaking Mamas helped my best friend, Maverick, and his rival neighbor find love. If they can help those two, it should be a piece of cake to find me a guy, right? The dating pool of available men is small, but finally after weeks of waiting, the Mamas come through for me. Hank is sweet and charming via text, and we instantly connect over our love of dogs. And when I lay eyes on him for our first date--holy heck, is he hot! It seems like a perfect match. Until Hank gets a look at me and just about swallows his tongue--and not in a good way. Hank was expecting to meet a woman. Instead, he got me. The Matchmaking Mamas have epically screwed the pooch, and left Hank and me to clean up the mess. But there's a friendship in the making that might be worth all the trouble--if I can just keep my inconvenient attraction under wraps. I don't want to hound Hank about my unreciprocated feelings, but the closer we get, the more I start to wonder. .. Could Hank still be my Prince Charming, or am I barking up the wrong tree? less

I plan happily-ever-afters, but I don't believe in them. .. That doesn't stop the Matchmaking Mamas from trying to find me a dream man. When they corner me at a wedding I'm working, I'm too busy to fight their meddling ways. I agree to one match so they'll back off. One date and I'll put the matchmaking nonsense behind me for good. Then I meet Brysen. As if he stepped out of a movie, he sweeps me off my feet in a mgical night. He's gorgeous, sweet, romantic--and so very sexy... moreI plan happily-ever-afters, but I don't believe in them. .. That doesn't stop the Matchmaking Mamas from trying to find me a dream man. When they corner me at a wedding I'm working, I'm too busy to fight their meddling ways. I agree to one match so they'll back off. One date and I'll put the matchmaking nonsense behind me for good. Then I meet Brysen. As if he stepped out of a movie, he sweeps me off my feet in a mgical night. He's gorgeous, sweet, romantic--and so very sexy. Despite my reservations, I agree to a second date and start to wonder if maybe I could have more with the right guy. Then he shows up to a wedding consult the next day. With his bride. I'm horrified to be taken in so easily. How could I have doubted, for even a second, that love wasn't for me? I was the guy who got jilted at the altar five years ago. I didn't believe in fairytale endings. This was a wake-up call. I was fine just as I was, single and fun. Who needed love, anyway? Only. .. now I'm getting texts and calls telling me that Brysten has a twin. An identical twin. But if Brysen's not the groom, is he really the amazing guy he seemed to be when we met? For better or worse, it seems I'm about to find out. I'm just not sure if I want to know. If I'm going to risk my heart again, this man has some serious sweet-talking to do. less