Saturday, April 4, 2015

Matchmaking 101, 102.


As a single girl, I never ventured into the brave new world of online dating. Nope. Not me. I favored the tried-and-true, old-fashioned method—being set up by friends who claimed to know what was best for me. And yes, I allowed these matchmaking efforts more than once. Okay, twice. But twice was enough.

The first attempt was wonderful... initially. A seemingly beautiful romance full of dreamy dates and soulful music developed quickly and naturally, but over time it became clear that I was involved in The Worst Relationship Ever. I’m talking Guinness book terrible. The kind of terrible that makes you rethink your entire life. Survivable, yes, but barely. My well-meaning friends had been conned by a man who was very skilled at hiding the fact that HE WAS ACTUALLY SATAN. I’d been conned, too. Lesson learned, right?

Well, after that fiasco, you’d think I’d be done with the matchmaking scene. But, no. I gave the whole “but he’s perfect for you” thing another chance, and let’s just say Matchmaking 102 hit closer to the mark. Sweet and sexy, Set-Up Guy #2 wore a pair of retro-cool Wayfarers as he closed the door of his red-hot  Alpha Romeo and cruised toward me. My friends owed me big time and they had delivered. We drove that cool convertible out to a picnic spot on the water, enjoyed a lovely day of totally innocuous, easy, but passionless conversation. Despite the car, there was no heat. We went out a few more times (because...hello...Alpha Romeo) but the relationship quickly fizzled away. Why? Who knows? Not me. He was gorgeous and sweet and man, did he have swag. But we didn’t have the magic. Friends, absolutely. Even now, I think of him and those Wayfarers with fondness. Sigh. Damn that was a smokin’ car.

Eventually I met and married a charming, funny-as-hell hottie. He and I bought the first car of our married life together, a beat-up, square-shaped, literally smoking Chevy Cavalier. We paid a thousand bucks for it and that was probably too much. But he and I had heat. Good thing, too, because that old Chevy did not. 

Love’s a crazy thing.  The heroine in my debut novel, Breaking the Bachelor, would tell you love isn’t about heat or passion, it’s about compatible traits and logic. And while she may be the matchmaker, I couldn’t disagree more.  Neither can the hero, super-hot bartender Charlie Goodman who plans to show his matchmaker exactly how much chemistry counts. What about you? Are love and marriage all about steady compatibility over the long-term? Or does passion play a part in who we fall for? Ultimately, I think we can have both. But that’s just me. Drop a comment here at Just Contemporary Romance, I’d love to hear what you think. And thank you for having me here!

BREAKING THE BACHELOR

This time, Cupid’s playing dirty…

Goaded by her competition, matchmaker Jane Wright makes a very public bet that she can find the “perfect” match for Manhattan’s hottest confirmed bachelor—sexy-as-sin bartender Charlie Goodman. Unfortunately, Charlie is also Jane’s ex-lover, a man she broke up with on a cocktail napkin. With her company on the line, Jane has no choice but to convince the man of her most impractical dreams to dive back into the dating pool.

Charlie doesn’t want to see Jane’s business fail. He just wants a little revenge. Determined to prove to Jane that chemistry always beats compatibility algorithms, he plans to drive her crazy with desire…then walk away. And his plan is working. A little too well, actually. Because even as Jane scrambles to calculate Charlie’s best match, the heat building between combusts. But Charlie’s been so busy outsmarting Cupid that he hasn’t noticed he’s the naughty cherub’s next target…

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Author Bio:
After ten years of survival, AKA working, in Hollywood, this former actress and current author of sexy contemporary romance is living happily-ever-after in Pittsburgh with her longtime sweetie and their two punky kids. When not carpooling to birthday parties or testing her gourmet cooking skills by throwing a frozen pizza into the oven, Maggie daydreams about sneaking off to the Vegas or Napa, or even just the movies. A love of red wine, Italian food, and music round out her list of life's greatest joys. Oh, and Tuesday night karaoke, totally underrated fun.

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1 comment:

  1. Delightful article, great reading, Maggie. Best of luck with your book. And, by the way, I could swear I also met Satan (although he sure looked pretty at first.)

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