Series: Mr. Match #1
service was not my idea. But when Andrew the hand model dumped me, my brother
suggested I try Mr. Match. And I figured it couldn’t hurt–as it was, I’d never
get away from meathead moron soccer players (since my brother plays keeper for
the South Bay Sharks and I manage PR for the team.)
moron too because he matched me with a guy I see at work every day. A guy who
has a different girl on his arm at every turn. And a soccer player. Fernando
Fuerte, the “Fuerte Fire,” is one guy I can assure you is NOT my match.
not a problem. Getting girls who care about something besides my status as the
South Bay Sharks star striker, my salary, and my social status? Yeah. That’s
the problem. So when my buddy Max tells me he’s actually Mr. Match–the secret
proprietor of San Diego’s hottest matchmaking app, I let him convince me to try
is not actually a bad match–only she doesn’t seem to agree. And then there’s
the small matter of her being in the middle of trying to save the team (and me)
when the owner’s ex brings to light some, ahem, unsavory accusations about me…
and then there’s her enormous and disapproving twin brother…and there’s
something about cheese, too.
way? Erica will definitely be my match.
with humor and heart.
Stewart has lived on both coasts, in big cities and small towns. She’s been a
pharmaceutical rep, a personal trainer and a wineseller.
A wife and the mother of two small boys, her current job titles include pirate
captain, monster hunter, Lego assembler and story reader. She tackles all these
efforts at her current home outside Washington D.C.