Tamed By You (A Laurel Heights Novel Book 7)
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"Perry is a storyteller, weaving magic wherever she goes, much to the delight of her millions of fans." – The Literary Shed
First rule of matchmaking: Don't fall in love with your client.
Second rule of matchmaking: Don't fall in love with your client!
Valentine Jones has never been good at following rules, especially the one that matters most: following the family tradition of being a matchmaker. She's tried, but she happens to suck at it. So when her mother swoops in to help, Valentine is determined to prove she doesn't need a babysitter.
Enter Ethan "The Predator" Hunter, ex-fighter and all-around hunk. Career on hold because of injury, his sole focus is to get back in the ring. He has no interest in the people—until Valentine sets her matchmaking sights on him. Suddenly Ethan's world is filled with nonstop commotion and lessons on attracting women. Only Ethan doesn't want a random woman. He wants Valentine—rules be damned.
Fall in love with the entire Laurel Heights series:
Book 1: PERFECT FOR YOU
Book 2: CLOSE TO YOU
Book 3: RETURN TO YOU
Book 4: LOOKING FOR YOU
Book 5: DREAM OF YOU
Book 6: SWEET ON YOU
Book 7: TAMED BY YOU
Book 8: HERE WITH YOU
Novelette: ALL FOR YOU
Book 9: MAD ABOUT YOU
Book 10: LOVED BY YOU
Novella: WRAPPED IN YOU
Kate writes about hope, and dreams, and the bonds of friendship and family. Her acclaimed novels have been #1 bestsellers around the world, and her books have been translated into several languages. All her stories feature sassy, independent women who just want love and earthy men full of heart who are more than able to rise to the occasion.
bitter, like an acidic lake. She thought of the number of matches she'd made since she'd moved to Laurel Heights, and the lake tried to flood up her throat. “Did you say something to her?” “Of course not. You know me better than that. I'm on your side.” She was—they'd always been each other's defender. Considering how complicated everything was, it was amazing they didn't resent each other. “You better pull it together,” Isabella warned. “It sounded like she was staying for a couple days.”
It made her chuckle. Wanting to see what it felt like, Sophie walked to the counter, pushed everything out of the way, and lay down. The surface was short, so her legs dangled off the edge, but it was oddly comfortable. She stared at the cracks in the ceiling, hands folded on her abdomen, trying to channel what Desiree would think. Was there such a thing as a method writer? She'd always made fun of method actors who needed to live a part for months before they understood it well enough to act
to hang out and write. The space had a pleasant, earthy feel. “Wait a minute. You can't—” “Do you have a card?” Because without the address she'd never find the shop again. “Well, yes, behind you, but—” “Excellent.” She took a card and smiled when she saw the name of the shop. Back to the Fuchsia. Clever and a movie reference. That had to be a good omen. “Sophie, it's been, um, nice, but —” “I'll see you tomorrow.” Sophie wasn't about to allow Julie to disinvite her. She needed this place. She
Her mom sounded so suddenly aimless that she had to offer, “And then after my meeting, let's go over the strategy to put me back on track.” “Okay, sweetheart.” Venus lifted her cheek for a kiss. “Remember what I said. I'll see you later.” She wavered, not sure she should leave her mom alone. But nothing would help her mom as much as finding the Hulk a match, so she kissed Venus good-bye and let herself out of her apartment. She closed the door behind her, walked down the steps, and made a
entrance and looked around. A strange expression crossed her face, making her look like a lost girl, which was so contrary to her normal I'm in charge of the world attitude. Then she straightened her spine. “I know Isabella called to tell you I was on my way, so you don't have to play clueless.” Yes, but her sister hadn't told her what state their mom would be in. She got up to hug her mom gently, because Venus looked like she'd break with too much pressure. Her mother smelled like roses, like