Sweet Matchmaker

Ginger McGinty hates secrets. And she just married a spy.

Bridal shop owner Ginger McGinty excels at matchmaking unless it’s for herself. That is, until she meets the dreamy Aussie who helps her get into an event meant for engaged couples.

Logan Stone is sweet, caring, thoughtful and fun—everything she desires in a man. But it turns out, her new fake fiancé could use a bit more than just a pretend engagement to get him into parties—he needs a quick marriage to keep him in the country so he can be with his adopted special needs daughter.

With a marriage of convenience pro-con list longer than the average wedding veil, Ginger puts her faith in romance and offers Logan her hand in return for one thing—no secrets.

But little does she know, almost everything she knows about her new husband is based on layers of secrets.

Everything except his kisses and the way he accidentally spills his soul whenever they meet. And that’s quickly becoming a problem for Logan Stone who depends on distance and deceit to keep civilians such as Ginger safe from his enemy’s clutches.

Will the two find love in their marriage of convenience, or will everything break apart when the truth rises to the surface, shattering everything, including their trust?

She was inside!

Everywhere, partygoers mingled, chatting and laughing. The outer walls of the ballroom were lined with bright booths where wedding vendors were offering giveaways, balloons, flowers, and promoting everything a couple might need for their wedding day. Everyone was so happy, so alive. There were so many people she could chat with. Ginger didn't even know where to start. She began to approach a large group, but someone grabbed her elbow.
She turned, worried she’d been busted for lying her way into the event.

Oh, right. Her fake fiancé, Hottie McHot Stuff. The man who’d helped her slip past the guarded, invitation-only entrance.

"I'm Logan Stone.”

"Ginger McGinty. Thanks for helping me get in."

“It’s best to come right after shift change and say your other half just headed inside, while you went to retrieve something. Then point and wave at a random stranger near the door. When they wave back out of politeness, you’re in like a wallaby.”

“Clever.” Ginger reassessed McHottie. “You crash events often?”

He gave a shrug, his expression aloof. “I think it's rather sexist that you have to have a man to get in, don’t you?”
“Oh, I see what you’re doing.”

“What’s that?” He looked amused, and Ginger felt that special, intoxicating blend of I-found-someone-new-and-interesting-and-there-could-be-potential-here flow through her. She loved that about foreigners with accents. They always gave her that rush. And Aussies? Even more so.

“Trying to distract me from your misdeeds.”

He gave her a half smile. He was watching the room now, not her. Losing interest, in other words. Story. Of. Her. Life.

“But I understand why they didn’t let me in,” she whispered.

“Why’s that?”

“I look as though I'm about to cause trouble."

His focus returned to her. “You're a sheila looking to cause disturbances by pretending you’re betrothed? Bloody sinister. They should lock you away immediately.” He pretended to wave to one of the security guards, but she batted his hand down.

“Shh!”

He grinned and took a sip of his wine, watching her. She toyed with her own glass, studying him. He was dreamy and had an edge to him that suggested danger. And that accent?

Yeah, he was completely off-limits.

But she could flirt with him, have a little fun without getting involved—because he was surely a man with one foot already out the door.

“You have a very sexy accent."

“That's all that you've noticed?" He lifted one brow in question.

Oh, he was such flirt.

“Some women go for good shoulders.” She studied his over the rim of her glass. “I go for an accent."

He drifted closer, that heat she’d felt earlier radiating toward her again.

"Would you like me to read poetry to you?" he asked, lowering his voice.

Killer accent—and he was using it to make her knees turn to jelly as he played along.

"I prefer rap lyrics.”

Logan laughed, his head falling back, his whole body shaking. She had the feeling she’d taken him by surprise, and it was empowering. She often felt like a small-town nobody who’d gone nowhere and done nothing. Men like Logan were intriguing, and just thinking that she had what it took to make him laugh and snag his attention made her glow inside.

“How long are you in town?”