Ava
Perfect Match Series
by
Denise Devine
Ava
Perfect Match Series
Copyright 2018 by Denise Devine
www.deniseannettedevine.com
Ava is a work of fiction. Names, characters, and incidents depicted in this book are products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, organizations, or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental and beyond the intent of the author or the publisher. No part of this book may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic or mechanical, including photocopying, recording, or by any information storage and retrieval system, without permission in writing from the publisher.
ISBN: 978-1-943124-06-0
Published in the United States of America
Edited by L.F. Nies and J. Dalton
Cover Design by Raine English
www.ElusiveDreamsDesigns.com
Table of Contents
Introduction
Prologue
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve
Chapter Thirteen
Chapter Fourteen
Chapter Fifteen
Author Bio
Maeve - Prologue
CHAPTER ONE
Introduction
You’re cordially invited to spend an all-expenses-paid week-long trip to the island of your choice, courtesy of Perfect Match Online Dating and Travel Agency.
Grab your beach umbrella and prepare for six weeks of romance and fun in the sun with a brand-new series brought to you by USA Today bestselling authors…
Perfect Match!
Six exciting, sweet novellas linked by a unifying theme. You’ll want to read each one!
PERFECT MATCH SERIES (AVA)
Six women receive invitations from Dawson Yates, owner of Perfect Match, a brand-new online matchmaking travel agency for a free week-long vacation to the island of her choice. As part of an extensive promotional campaign, Dawson expects to make six perfect matches that he can use to champion his business. The women expect to meet the men of their dreams. What none of them anticipates is the chaos that ensues when six couples who were strangers before agreeing to spend the week together discover that love is a lot more complicated than a match made by computer algorithms.
Join Bree, Marni, Molly, Jade, Ava, and Maeve as they embark on a once-in-a-lifetime vacation in the pursuit of love.
This is Ava’s story…
It sounds too good to be true…
The invitation from “Perfect Match” offers Ava Godfrey an all-expense-paid week on Enchanted Island with the man of her dreams. Seven days of Caribbean sunshine, tropical beaches and candlelight dinners sounds like heaven. The only catch—she can’t meet her Prince Charming until she arrives on the island. The scenario sounds risky, yet she finds the prospect intriguing. Will she find her “perfect match” or will she encounter the perfect scam?
They send him to deal with the diva…
Jeffrey Thomas has a job to do—cancel Ava Godfrey’s contract. She’s cost his boss a small fortune by turning down not one, but two matches sent to Enchanted Island by the agency. He’s determined to cut her loose until he meets the spunky, fun-loving redhead and is irrevocably attracted to her. Though he’s temped to stay on the island and find out if she’s his perfect match, his priority is to persuade her to go home. But when Ava’s purse is stolen along with her identity, Jeff’s only concern is helping her recover what she lost. Will he lose his heart to her in the process?
Meet the women of Perfect Match!
BREE (Raine English)
MARNI (Aileen Fish)
MOLLY (Julie Jarnagin)
JADE (Rachelle Ayala)
AVA (Denise Devine)
MAEVE (Josie Riviera)
Prologue
Ava’s Perfect Match Dating Profile…
A Minnesota Girl – Age 31
Like everyone else, I’ve had my heart broken in the past, but I find it difficult to believe in the power of love.
Do you have what it takes to prove me wrong?
I’m looking for someone who is honest and genuine, a man who would accept me for who I am and bring out my true self—a crazy, fun-loving girl with an adventurous heart. If you really exist, you’re one in a million.
And you just might be the one for me.
Chapter One
May 20th - West Palm Beach, Florida
The Perfect Gift
Ava Godfrey sat in the plush seat of her rental car in the parking lot at the Silver Dolphin Restaurant, yawning loudly. She’d come all the way from Minneapolis to attend her best friend’s baby shower and the last thing she needed was to be so tired she couldn’t enjoy the party. She’d planned to catch a much-needed nap during her flight, but the plane had hit turbulence en route to the Palm Beach airport, leaving her white-knuckled and on the edge of her seat the entire trip. Once she’d arrived, the first thing she did was purchase a Starbucks Venti-sized cup of French Roast. It had helped somewhat, but the caffeine had left her more jittery than alert.
Darn, she thought as she flipped down her visor and focused on the woman staring back at her. The best makeup in the world isn’t going to conceal my state of mind.
The mirror never lied. Her hazel eyes, underscored with dark circles against her pale skin showed fatigue, but also revealed the sad, faraway look she hadn’t been able to shake since her divorce. Though she’d taken positive steps to move on, the mess she’d made of her life by marrying the wrong man still overshadowed the gregarious, fun-loving girl she used to be. Mistakes were easy to make. Starting over was not.
“Straighten up, honey,” she said aloud as she searched her purse for a breath mint. “This is not the time to get sidetracked over what’s wrong with your life. You have to show up with a smile on your face and a spring in your step so Lisa thinks you’re doing great.”
Her phone rang. With a sigh, she picked it off the seat and swiped the screen. The ID displayed Lisa Kaye-Wells. “Hi, Lisa,” she said in a rush.
“Ava, where are you?” Music, chatter and laughter echoed in the background. “You’re supposed to be here by now.” Though their lives had changed since their days of rooming together at college, their differences hadn’t. Lisa still proved to be the punctual one. Ava was still always rushing in at the last minute.
“I’m in the parking lot. See you in five minutes. Bye.” She touched up her peach lipstick and shut off the car. Grabbing her purse, her phone and her baby gift, Ava braced herself against the drizzling Florida afternoon as she locked her car then sprinted across the parking lot to the restaurant.
She arrived at the front door at the same time as a well-dressed couple in their mid-forties. The man, tall and slim with graying dark hair, stood aside and opened the door for her. “Thank you,” she said as she entered the two-story building made of steel and glass overlooking the Atlantic Ocean. She hurried past the gift shop to the host stand and approached a young woman with burgundy hair standing behind a black podium arranging a stack of menus. “Hello, I’m looking for the Wells reception.”
The woman pointed toward the stairs. “It’s in the upper level.”
“Thank you.” Squaring her shoulders, Ava trudged up the wide, open stairway to a large room with floor-to-ceiling windows facing the ocean. Round tables covered with white linen and adorned with small vases of fresh pink, white and yellow flowers we
re scattered about the room. A buffet filled with assorted hot and cold appetizers, fruit, punch and desserts stretched the length of an entire wall. Lisa stood near the gift table, wearing a floor-length, yellow dress with an empire waist, emphasizing her round “baby bump.” Her long dark hair hung down her back in soft, spiral curls.
“Ava,” she cried as she held out her arms for a hug, “I’m so glad you’re here. We haven’t seen each other in ages!”
The last year had gone by fast. Ava placed her gift on the table, vowing to herself not to let another year go by before they saw each other again.
They exchanged hugs. “How are you? You look terrific,” Ava exclaimed as they pulled apart. “Motherhood really agrees with you.”
“How have you been?” Lisa asked, turning the focus back on her. “Shawn and I have talked about flying up to Minnesota to see you, but the hotel we own booked solid every week and it’s impossible to get away. He wanted to be here today, but we had back-to-back weddings scheduled this weekend so he couldn’t leave the island.”
Lisa grew up in West Palm Beach, but she and Shawn Wells, her husband of one year, presently owned and operated a historic hotel on Enchanted Island, located about fifty miles off the southern tip of Florida. The couple had met there several years earlier, when Lisa worked in her Aunt Elsie’s B&B and Shawn had managed his family’s hotel. They’d surprised everyone when they acquired the rundown Morganville Hotel and began restoring it, turning it into a popular destination in the East Caribbean. Since then, Lisa and Shawn had married and were starting their family.
“I’m doing fine,” Ava said with a smile.
“Are you sure?” Lisa’s brows furrowed. “I can’t help worrying about you. This past year has been so difficult—”
“Hey, you have enough to worry about right here,” Ava said as she patted Lisa’s rounded tummy. “I can’t wait to see your little mini-me when she makes her debut into the world!”
The couple that had followed Ava into the building approached them, greeting Lisa and diverting her attention. Realizing Lisa needed to attend to her other guests, Ava glanced around the room looking for the bar. She’d decided to get a glass of Cabernet and find somewhere to sit down, but before she could wander away, Lisa grabbed her by the arm and introduced her to Shawn’s brother and sister-in-law, Ian and Belinda Wells.
“Come and sit with me later when you get a few minutes,” Ava said as more people arrived and crowded around Lisa. “In the meantime, I’m going to have a couple of those deep-fried wontons from the buffet and a glass of wine.”
“You rat,” Lisa whispered with an envious smile. “I haven’t had any booze or junk food for six months. Have a glass for me, too.”
“I will!” Ava laughed. “Don’t worry, it won’t be long before you’ll be able to eat whatever you want.”
Many of Lisa’s friends from her online book club were there. Ava stood in line at the bar with one of the women. “You’re Tara, right?” She smiled at the pretty brunette as she waited for the bartender to pour her a glass of wine. “I remember you from Lisa’s wedding.”
“I remember you, too,” Tara replied. “You’re Ava—Lisa’s college friend from Minnesota. Are you here by yourself? Come and sit with us.” She pointed toward a large round table filled with five vivacious women. “All of the out-of-towners have gathered together.”
“All right,” Ava said, curious about the women Lisa had befriended online. After they received their drinks, she accompanied Tara to the table and Tara introduced her to the group, naming them from left to right—Amy, Clair, Meg, Jenny and Hope.
For the next hour, she sat and sipped her wine while listening to amusing stories about the books they’d read and their retreat on Enchanted Island where all twelve members of the group had met for the first time. Each woman had tossed a bottle containing a message to her dream hero into the bay. Though Ava refrained from joining in the conversation, she truly enjoyed hearing about this pretty island that everyone seemed to love so much. Something in her heart stirred, creating in her a yearning to visit Lisa and Shawn on Enchanted Island once their little girl, Emma, was born.
“Oh, my gosh, Ava. This is the perfect gift! Thank you!”
Lisa stood at the gift table pulling out the contents of a large, handmade diaper bag filled with a girl’s layette. She waved for Ava to join her. “Where did you find such precious little outfits?”
“My Aunt Ruth made them and the bag, too. Did you see the newborn diapers?”
“Oh, look at this,” Lisa said as she pulled out a box filled with several pairs of miniature fleece slipper-socks and a white, crocheted baptism set. There were Onesies, sleepers, receiving blankets, bibs and changing pads. At the bottom of the bag, Lisa found two dozen tiny diapers made with soft flannel in pastel colors. A chorus of oohs and ahhs came from women in the room as Lisa held up each different item. She carefully packed all of the pieces back into the bag and set it aside.
“Now,” she said to Ava, “I have something for you.” Lifting the floor-length tablecloth, she reached under the table where she’d stored her belongings and pulled out an envelope from her purse. “Here,” she said as she straightened and offered it to Ava. “This is something special just for you.”
“For me?” Ava gingerly accepted the white square envelope. “What is it?”
Lisa’s eyes widened with anticipation. “Well, open it and you’ll find out!”
Inside, Ava discovered an invitation. She pulled out the embossed card and stared at it—speechless—as she read the words.
You’re cordially invited to spend an all-expenses-paid, week-long trip to the island of your choice, courtesy of Perfect Match Online Dating and Travel Agency.
“What is this?” Ava laughed, thinking it was a joke of some kind that Lisa had received and wanted to show her. “A clever new way to hook people into a timeshare presentation?”
Lisa blinked, taken back. “No, it’s nothing like that! Look at it again.”
Ava scanned the invitation a second time. Was it real, after all? “Are you saying this invitation is for me personally?” Lisa nodded. “Why me? Why aren’t you offering this to one of your book club friends?” She tried to give it back, but Lisa refused.
Lisa pushed her hand away. “Don’t you see, this is just what you need—seven days on a beautiful island with nothing to do but kick back and enjoy yourself!”
Ava frowned. “What would I do on a tropical island by myself?”
“You’re not going to be alone.” Lisa laughed, sounding as though she thought Ava was kidding again. “The agency will select the perfect match for you.”
The wha—what?
“I hope you didn’t pay a lot of money for this,” Ava replied as she smacked the invitation on the table, “because you’re not setting me up with a total stranger for a solid week. What, are you crazy? Allowing an agency to select my perfect match is the most ridiculous, hair-brained scheme I’ve ever heard of. I mean, that stuff is for adventurous twenty-year-olds with romantic dreams. It’s not practical for a thirty-one-year-old-woman who has been previously married. And failed at it. The last thing I need is to be stuck out in the middle of nowhere with a blind date for seven days.” She watched Lisa’s smile fade and instantly regretted her hasty refusal. “I’m sorry. I know you mean well, Lisa, but this is definitely not my style.” She pointed toward the table of Lisa’s friends. The women were watching them intently, causing her to wonder if they were secretly in on this, too. “Really, I think you should give it to one of them.”
Lisa shook her head. “They already have invitations of their own. Amy’s fiancé, Dawson Yates, owns the agency and he gave each member of the book club a complimentary invitation to pass along to the person of her choice.”
Oops... Ava’s cheeks flamed with embarrassment. Amy had heard every word she’d said.
Lisa picked up the invitation and put it back into Ava’s hand. “My choice is you.”
“But...but, I’
m not ready to start dating yet.”
Lisa smiled patiently. “Take it from me, Ava. No one ever is after a bad break up. You need to take a chance, step outside your comfort zone and meet someone new.”
Stunned by her best friend’s persistence, Ava didn’t know what else to say. Suddenly, all of the women in the book club stood up and walked over to them. Amy Sheridan, the one with curly, dark brown hair and green eyes, stepped forward.
“I understand your apprehension,” Amy said in a soft tone, “but my fiancé’s agency is top-notch and that means he’s careful about the matches he coordinates. Once you establish a profile online, a Perfect Match Specialist will match you with someone who shares common interests with you.” Her eyes twinkled as she placed her hand on Ava’s arm. “If you accept the invitation, you only have one obligation to Perfect Match. You must stay the entire week. That’s it. Just have a fun-filled vacation with your match, taking in the sun and enjoying the beauty of your destination. I can assure you with full confidence that your satisfaction is Dawson’s utmost concern.”
“What’s the catch?” Ava folded her arms. “What does your fiancé want in return for giving me this free offer?”
Amy’s expression changed from soft to serious. “You’ll be given a survey at the end of your week to grade your satisfaction on how well the agency handled setting up your trip—and your match. Plus, you may be asked to participate in a promotional video. I have no doubt that you’ll be very happy with all of the arrangements.”
“Other than the seven-day stipulation, the survey and the promotional video, there are no strings attached?”
Amy shook her head. “None.”
Lisa’s soft jade eyes took on a pleading look. “Come on, Ava, accept the invitation. You’ve been through so much this past year. You deserve a break. Do this for yourself, okay?”
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