After they returned from this trip, they were going to start shopping for an engagement ring. No wedding date would be set for a while, but they’d already decided the honeymoon would be a much grander affair than the nuptials. Then they would find the right house, get a puppy and have a baby or two.
But for now, she was content to let her feet dangle high above the sea and just enjoy the beauty of being alive. And sharing that life with the man she loved.
Jeff leaned toward her and slid his hand around the base of her neck, drawing her closer. “I love you!” he shouted in the wind.
She laughed. “I love you!”
“I’m the luckiest man in the world!” He drew her face close to his and kissed her. “We’re going to have a great life together.”
They’d only just begun.
The End
Author Bio
Denise Devine is a USA TODAY bestselling author of sweet contemporary romance who has had a passion for books since the second grade when she discovered Little House on the Prairie by Laura Ingalls Wilder. She wrote her first book, a mystery, at age thirteen and has been writing ever since. If you’d like to know more about her, you can visit her website at www.deniseannettedevine.com.
PERFECT MATCH THANKS YOU
Thanks for reading Ava’s story!
Maeve’s book is next.
You’ll find a Sneak Peek in the Excerpt.
Find all the Perfect Match books at Amazon!
BREE (Raine English)
MARNI (Aileen Fish)
MOLLY (Julie Jarnagin)
JADE (Rachelle Ayala)
AVA (Denise Devine)
MAEVE (Josie Riviera)
For more fun and romance, be sure to read the Beach Brides series, the inspiration for Perfect Match. It involves twelve friends who decide to meet on a Caribbean island. As a silly dare during her last night there, each heroine decides to stuff a note in a bottle addressed to her “dream hero” and cast it out to sea.
Find the Beach Brides at Amazon!
https://www.amazon.com/Beach-Brides/e/B071HW8F9H
Excerpt Copyright Information
Prologue and Chapter One from
Maeve (Perfect Match Series) by Josie Riviera
Copyright © 2018 Josie Riviera
Maeve
Perfect Match Series
by
Josie Riviera
Maeve - Prologue
Maeve’s Perfect Matching Dating Profile …
Miss Irish Independence, Age 26
“When he takes me in his arms, he speaks to me softly, I see the world through rose-colored glasses.”—Edith Piaf, French singer, songwriter, and film actress.
I live for a hot cuppa tea and will share it with you.
I’m a good listener. But make no mistake, I follow my own dreams, not yours.
Love comes in many forms, and I believe in a commitment to one person.
Be warned … I’m a workaholic.
CHAPTER ONE
“It’ll do you good to get away from Ireland. We’ve had a rainy summer.”
“Rainy summer?” Maeve Doherty grinned at her best friend, Colleen O’Keefe, who was busily swiping Maeve’s phone. “When can you recall a non-wet summer in Ireland?”
“A year ago. It was on a Thursday.”
Maeve laughed out loud. As always, her flaming-haired friend’s sunny disposition lifted her spirits.
Colleen chuckled in return. Her tailored canary-yellow pantsuit, with matching pumps, fit her full-figured body impeccably. Maeve glanced at her own worn linen skirt and smoothed her wrinkled polyester blouse. When had she last taken time for herself? She’d forgotten, it had been so long ago, with all the worry and sleepless nights.
Colleen plunked into an oversized chair in the lobby of the building that housed the Merrimac Company. The women were purchasing agents for a small Irish hotel chain. Their duties included placing orders for everything from hotel furniture to cleaning supplies and comparing various prices and the quality of the merchandise.
Colleen pointed with one of her French manicured fingernails at Maeve’s phone screen. “If I’m reading this email correctly, you’ve been offered a free week at the paradise island of your choice, compliments of the Perfect Match dating agency.”
Maeve pulled up a chair across from her friend. “Aye.”
Keeping her fingertip on the blinking cursor, Colleen paused. “You plan to accept, don’t you?”
“Whatever the catch is, it’s not worth a week anywhere on the globe.”
“This offer is from Amy Yates, your friend from America, and her husband, Dawson. And it’s a personalized invitation.” Colleen scanned Maeve’s phone screen. “A free vacation, a romantic getaway, a chance—”
Maeve held up a hand. “Aye.”
“So, it’s legit,” Colleen declared gaily. “I remember you said they owned the agency.”
“Aye.”
“Which island are you choosing?”
“I’m not choosing any island because I’m not going.”
“How about Corsica, France?” Colleen obviously pretended she hadn’t heard Maeve. “You’ve always wanted to learn French. And isn’t there a famous museum there you’ve always wanted to visit?”
“Maison Bonaparte, the ancestral home of the Bonaparte family.” Maeve nodded. “The museum is located in Ajaccio, Corsica.”
“Then go.”
“Yes, someday, on my own, using my own money—not obligated to a matchmaking agency.”
Colleen pushed her glasses up her nose and peered at the phone. “All expenses are paid and the terms and conditions are clearly spelled out. All you have to do is agree to spend the week with your match or risk being charged for the vacation.”
Maeve lifted a skeptical eyebrow. “That’s all?”
“It’s a massive marketing campaign to introduce their new business,” Colleen reminded her. “You’re helping them as much as they’re helping you.”
“I love history, but I’m not that desperate to see Napoléon Bonaparte’s death mask. I’d prefer spending a cozy week in my flat reading a pile of European history books.” Maeve tapped her fingers together and drew in a breath. “Figure in a hot cuppa Irish tea and lemon scones from The Ground Café and I’ll be merry as a leprechaun.”
“You’re emotionally spent,” her friend said quietly. “And you gave Amy Yates permission to plug your name into the Perfect Match database.”
Maeve turned a despairing look on Colleen. “Aye, in a flash of desperation when I feared any opportunity for love was passing me by. I’m over that.”
Was she?
Once she’d recovered from the sadness and shock of learning her twenty-year-old brother Owen had been diagnosed with cancer, she’d settled into the daily task of tending to him when he opted to move in with her rather than live with their mother. She’d given up every pastime she enjoyed to care for him, including auditioning for minor acting roles, something she loved.
Now that Owen’s radiation treatments were over and his caregiving routine had become stable, perhaps she could ease up a bit, take a breather. Perhaps…
“Maeve?” Colleen prodded. “Owen is in remission and he can go live with your mother for a week. She’s able-bodied and can tend to him. You’re only twenty-six. Live your life.”
“Most days my mother isn’t capable of washing a dish, let alone attending to a sick adult. She had a hard-enough time being a parent when Owen was well.”
“Your mother lands in the middle of drama because of the type of men she sees, and her ongoing dilemmas can’t always be your problem.” Colleen leaned back in her chair. Her normally keen bright-blue gaze softened. “Enough about your mother. What’s the craic with you? Are you sleeping okay?”
Maeve shrugged. “I’m always tired, although everyone is exhausted nowadays because of our hectic lifestyles.”
“Grab this chance. Go. Believe me, if it weren’t for my boyfriend, Colin, I’d take your place.”
Colleen and Colin had an on-again, off-again relationship that had lasted for over a year. Currently, it was on again.
A reassuring grin crossed Colleen’s freckled face. “Along with Owen’s healthcare providers, your mother will mind him brilliantly. I want to see an optimistic smile on your face again. I’m sure you’ll have a lorry-load of stories to share when you get back.”
Maeve shook her head. “Because of all the days I missed when Owen became ill, I’m on the verge of losing my job. I certainly can’t afford to take off any more time. Besides, his medical bills are mounting, and our private insurance only covers part of them.”
“You’re physically and mentally exhausted. Your health is important too. You need the time away to maintain your sense of balance.”
“Aye, perhaps,” Maeve admitted. Her brother’s cancer journey had been a lengthy road crowded with difficult decisions and the challenges of radiation treatment.
“The Merrimac Company wants to branch out of Ireland and explore resort areas for other hotels. Pitch the idea to our manager. Tell Mrs. McShea it’s a working holiday. Just think you’ll get paid for sitting on a beach in a bikini.”
“I don’t swim, and I’ve never worn a bikini.”
“Live a wee bit, Maeve. Spend your days lying in a lounge chair and looking out at the Mediterranean. You once told me there are over two hundred beaches in Corsica. Imagine the sun, the surf—”
“Colleen—”
“The sand.” Colleen laughed. “It’s a win-win. Besides, who can pass up the chance to meet Mr. Right?”
“I’m too busy to fritter away my valuable time on a man. And there’s no such man as Mr. Right, at least not for me.”
“How do you know? Make the time.”
“Suppose he’s not interesting?”
“Suppose he is?”
“What about Crinkles?”
“Your dog is accustomed to your ma’s flat.” Colleen tapped the phone screen again. Amy says her agency’s matchmaking algorithms are the best and they’re launching this campaign to prove it.”
“And if you keep scrolling, you’ll see they want people who’ve been unlucky in love.”
Like her.
Maeve studied Merrimac’s lobby—a gleaming brown floor, mahogany table, anything but her friend’s sympathetic stare. She’d spilled out more than she’d intended.
A year ago, while visiting a cousin in America, she’d met Amy while shopping in an exclusive boutique, not realizing at first that she was chatting with the owner of the boutique. They’d become instant friends, and they shared coffee and heartfelt conversation after the store closed. That evening, Maeve had poured out her sadness to her new-found confidante.
Finbar, Maeve’s boyfriend of two years, had broken up with her—not even in person—but through a dismissive text.
“No more,” she’d declared to Amy. “Men and their hollow promises are not to be believed.”
Wasn’t Maeve’s father, who’d left her mother without an explanation, further proof of her statement? He’d said he’d return. He never had.
“Maeve? Maeve?” Colleen yanked Maeve from her upsetting remembrances. “I’m partial to the final line of your dating profile.” She read aloud: “‘Love comes in many forms, and I believe in a commitment to one person.’ Colleen looked up at Maeve. “Aww, that’s very sweet. You expressed yourself perfectly.”
Heat rose in Maeve’s face. “I’m starry-eyed and foolish for writing something so reckless. No one stays with one person forever.”
“Some do. Some people have a love that lasts. Where are those rose-colored glasses you used to wear?”
“I’ve put them away and become realistic.”
“Dust them off. What if Mr. Right is waiting for you in Corsica?”
“He won’t be, although just to be sure ...” Maeve grabbed her phone from Colleen and included another line at the bottom of her dating profile.
Be warned … I’m a workaholic.
Colleen squinted at the screen. “Being a workaholic is supposed to deter him?”
“I’ll plead nine-to-five obligations.”
Plus, any other excuses necessary to safeguard her heart.
“So, it’s settled.” Colleen flashed a quick smile. “You’ll accept Amy’s offer and choose Corsica.”
“Aye.” Maeve feigned enthusiasm, then blew out a breath.
She’d go, she’d rest, she’d work. But she wouldn’t risk falling in love.
Once was enough. Besides, if there was a perfect match for her on God’s emerald-green planet, she’d have found him by now in Ireland.
“That’s grand,” Colleen said. “Finally, you’re doing something for yourself.” With a flourish, Colleen stood and walked over to Maeve, throwing her arms around her. “Get ready, my dear friend, for an amazing adventure!”
*** End of excerpt Maeve (Perfect Match Series) by Josie Riviera ***
Maeve
Perfect Match Series
by
Josie Riviera
Buy Here
Ava Page 10
