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  • Age Range: 12 and up
  • Grade Level: 7 and up
  • Paperback: 752 pages
  • Publisher: Simon Pulse; Bind-Up edition (December 6, 2011)
  • Language: English
  • ISBN-10: 1442428627
  • ISBN-13: 978-1442428621
  • Product Dimensions: 5.5 x 1.9 x 8.2 inches
  • Shipping Weight: 2.4 pounds (View shipping rates and policies)
  • Average Customer Review: 4.8 out of 5 stars  See all reviews (4 customer reviews)
  • Amazon Best Sellers Rank: #2,979,511 in Books (See Top 100 in Books)

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Rhonda Stapleton started writing a few years ago to appease the voices in her head. She has a Master's degree in English and a Bachelor's degree in Creative Writing. Rhonda lives in northeast Ohio with her husband, two kids, three dogs and a very loud cat. Visit her website at rhondastapleton.com.

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chapter one

“So”—Janet glanced down at my résumé—“Felicity. You’d like to be a matchmaker. Can you go into more detail why?”

Because my mom threatened bodily harm unless I get off my lazy butt and get a job. No, that wouldn’t do. Better to try for the more professional approach.

“Well, I believe in true love,” I replied. “I think everyone has a match out there—some people just need a little help finding that special person. I think it would be fun to do that.”

Janet smiled, her bright, white teeth sparkling in the soft light pouring from the window. “Good answer. That’s what we believe too. Here at Cupid’s Hollow we want to find true love for everyone.”

I nodded, trying not to fidget with the clicky end of my pen. This was my first real interview, and I was determined not to let my twitchy thumb get the best of me. After applying for a thousand jobs (and getting a thousand rejections), I’d found a tiny ad on the back page of Cleveland’s Scene magazine: teen cupids wanted FOR MATCHMAKING COMPANY. CALL FOR INTERVIEW.

It was a cute angle to advertise for employees in that way, so I called. Two days later, here I was. In all my nervous, sweaty glory, working it as best as I could so I wouldn’t look or sound like a total idiot.

“So, you’re a junior,” Janet said. “And what school do you go to again?”

“Greenville High. Go, Cougars!” I cheered, then winced internally at my dorkiness. Oh, man, that was way lame. Like she cared about our school mascot. I didn’t even care most of the time.

“Um-hm,” she said, her face unreadable. She flipped through the notepad on her lap and scribbled furiously on a page.

Crap, did I blow it already? Three minutes into the interview and I’d sunk my own battleship.

“And you’re available to start work …?”

“As soon as possible,” I spilled out, heart racing. Maybe this could still work out.

“Have you ever used a BlackBerry or similar handheld technology before?”

“Well, my mom has one, and I’ve used it a little bit.” Okay, that was an exaggeration, as I’ve really only seen her use it, but I’m sure I could figure it out if I needed to.

Janet wrote more notes. “I assume you’ve never participated in or worked for a matchmaking service before?”

“Um, no.” I thought fast. “But I did help my brother set up his Match dot com profile.”

My brother is four years older than me and is a cop. Trust me, not a good combination. He’s insane. I can’t count the number of times he’s flashed his stupid badge at me in front of my friends, threatening to haul me in if I mocked his authority again. Total dork.

“Okay, last question. This job requires a certain level of … confidentiality.” Janet looked straight into my eyes, her face serious. “Confidentiality for our clients, as well as for our own technologies and processes. You’d have to sign a document promising never to share our information with anyone outside the company. Would that be a problem?”

I swallowed. What was I getting myself into here? Was this normal?

Geez, chill, Felicity. She wasn’t asking me to sew my lips together and join a convent. They probably just didn’t want other matchmaking companies to steal their ideas or customers.

I nodded and put on my most serious, trustworthy face. “Sure, no problem.” A thought popped into my mind. “Wait, I’m only seventeen. Is the contract legally binding?”

She shot me a smile. “Good question. It’s binding as far as our concerns go.”

“Okay, then.” Not that I’d be spilling any industry secrets, anyway, so I wouldn’t have to worry about that.

Janet finished writing, then uncrossed her legs and smoothed her prim, plum-colored skirt. She stood and stuck out her hand. “Well, we’d love to have you join our team. Welcome to Cupid’s Hollow, Felicity.”

I bit back my squeal and shook her hand. “This is so awesome. Thank you!”

She grinned. “Why don’t you come in tomorrow for the training session.”

I thanked her profusely, slipped on my thick winter coat, and left the office, turning back to give the building one last glance. The outside itself was nondescript, just an old brick exterior with lots of windows and a thin layer of late March snow perched on top. But the inside held the key to my working future.

My first real job. I was so excited, I did a little booty shake in the parking lot. I couldn’t wait to tell everyone I knew! If I’d had a cell phone, I could have called my best friends Maya and Andy instead of waiting until I got home. With a job, though, I would now be able to use my own money to buy one.

I hopped into my mom’s dark green Camry, cranked up the heat and the radio, and headed home, taking the long way through the suburbs instead of driving on Route 480. Mom had let me borrow the car for the interview, but made me swear a solemn oath that I would not go anywhere but to the interview and back, would not pick up any hitchhikers, and would stay off the freeway at all costs.

“Mom,” I said as soon as I threw open the front door, “I’m home. I got the job!” On the front porch I stomped the loose snow off my heels, then stepped into the foyer and gingerly slipped out of my boots. After tucking them into the corner of the tiled entryway and hanging my coat in the closet, I added, “And no, I didn’t track snow in the house.” I knew what she was going to ask, because it was the same thing every time.

Mom darted out of the kitchen, wearing a white apron over her dress pants. Other than a small smudge of flour on her cheek, she looked pristine and composed, as usual. “Congratulations!” she cried out. “I’m so proud of you.” She leaned over and kissed me on the cheek.

My mom is surprisingly domestic—she’s as assertive in the kitchen as in her workplace, where she’s in the accounting department. God help any of the company’s clients who are late on their payments, because my mom hounds them until they pay, just to shut her up. She runs our household the same way.

When we were younger, my brother and I used to call her the House Nazi. Neither one of us was stupid enough to say it directly to her face, though—I liked my mouth right where it was, thank you very much.

“Thanks, Mom. What’s for dinner?” I asked. “I’m starving to death.”

“Fried chicken, but it’s not ready yet. You should go call Maya and Andy with your good news. They’ll be thrilled.”

“Yup, I’m heading up to my room now.” I tossed the keys on the small table in the foyer. “Thanks for letting me borrow the car.”

She winked. “Well, now you can save up and get your own, can’t you.”

Gee, I’d suspected she’d say that. Now that I had a real job, I could predict the answer for everything:

Need new clothes, Felicity? Want to go see a movie with your friends? Well, it’s a good thing you’ve got a job now.

I darted up to my room, flung myself across my bed, and grabbed the phone off my nightstand, dialing Andy’s cell.

“Andy’s mortuary. You stab ’em, we slab ’em.”

Andy Carsen is my best friend. She and I have been close since kindergarten. Sometimes, though, I feel a bit jealous of her. Her folks aren’t as harsh as mine can be. And Andy, of course, has a cell phone, just like everybody else I know. I swear, I must be the only teenager in the free world who doesn’t have one. But now that I had a job, that was going to change.

“Hey, it’s me.”

“So …?”

“I got the job!”

She squealed. “That’s awesome! Now you’ll finally have spending money, and we can go shopping more and buy those cute jeans you wanted and—”

“Whoa.” I laughed. “I haven’t even gotten a paycheck yet.”

“So, how does this gig work? Will you make those geeky videotapes of people, or is it an online dating thing?”

Hm. I hadn’t even bothered to ask. “Actually, I don’t know. I was so excited I got the job, I just took off before she could change her mind.”

“You’re ridiculous.”

“You say that like you’re surprised. Anyway, tomorrow I’ve got training, so I’ll let you know.”

We hung up, and I dialed Maya Takahashi, my other BFF. Maya moved to Cleveland when we were in middle school, and though she’s completely unlike me or Andy in just about every possible way, we clicked. Maybe it was the way she quietly snarked on the preps her first day of school that made me instantly love her. From then on, the three of us have been nearly inseparable.

“’Lo,” Maya said into the mouthpiece, her mouth clearly full of food.

“Hey,” I answered. “I got the job!”

“That’s great. I knew you would.”

I heard her chew a few times, so I held the phone away from my ear to let her finish the bite without subjecting me to it. Delicate, she was not, but that was Maya for you.

“Sounds like you’re busy,” I said. “I’ll let you go.”

“Sorry, I’m totally stressing over here and tr...

More About the Author

Rhonda Stapleton started writing a few years ago to appease the voices in her head. She has a Master's degree in English and a Bachelor's degree in Creative Writing. In the twelve minutes of free time she has each day, Rhonda enjoys reading, photography, writing poetry, buying shoes, singing in the shower (and in the car, at work, or basically anywhere that provides oxygen), drinking chai tea, and playing on the Internet (AKA, connecting to the "mother ship").

Rhonda lives in northeast Ohio with her husband, two kids, three dogs and a very loud cat. Visit her website at rhondastapleton.com.

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4 of 4 people found the following review helpful By Rachel Naddeo on December 18, 2011
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was a bit alarmed by the number of pages of Struck, but then I found out that this book is actually 3 books in 1. That means that the whole trilogy was put together in one book. And I think that is awesome! I didn't have to wait to read what would happen next (sure, that takes a bit of the fun away), but the cliffhangers weren't that bad anyway. This book was what I needed after reading lots of paranormal books with lots of drama and romance. It is funny, sweet and easy to read. I finished it after only two days!

I loved all characters, they were real and genuine and sweet. The cupid touch also goes well with the story and its characters. It was funny how Felicity deals with her job as a cupid and sometimes makes a mess out of it. She goes through some really embarrassing moments, and I couldn't help being embarrassed with her, too! Her love interest, Derek, is so sweet and is even responsible for some of the biggest surprises in this book. Her best friends, Andy and Maya, were funny and good friends, I think their friendship was really well-written, realistic and even a bit enviable!

I would recommend this book for those of you who like Meg Cabot or Sophie Kinsella. There were some laugh-out-loud moments, while some of them were sweet and romantic. I had a great time reading it and I'll probably read it again sometime soon!
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3 of 3 people found the following review helpful By Cat Lady on January 22, 2012
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Omigod, this book was so funny! I haven't laughed so hard about high school since American Pie. Yeah, I'm dating myself with this reference. But hey, it's better than no dates at all, right? I wish there were more comedy novels out there like this. It totally cracked me up!
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3 of 3 people found the following review helpful By Kristina Springer on December 23, 2011
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So glad these books have been combined into one. Such a deal and an amazing cover! I'm a sucker for a matchmaker book and Struck doesn't disappoint. Super cute, totally clever, and laugh out loud funny! Loved it!
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2 of 2 people found the following review helpful By Michele Stegman on February 29, 2012
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Struck by Rhonda Stapleton
Especially for a girl, the teen years are a time of great angst. Do you remember worrying about every little word some guy said to you? Analyzing it to pieces? Rhonda Stapleton has that angst "down pat" in her book, Struck. Felicity Walker has a super crush on Derek, and over analyzes everything he says or does, especially when they start "hanging out" and she worries that his attention to her is the result of a spell--a love spell. Yes, a spell. This book also has a touch of the paranormal in it. Felicity is a "cupid," making love matches for Cupid's Hollow. They don't use arrows anymore. They send magic e-mails to a couple making them fall in love for two weeks. If it is true love, the match will last. While Felicity worries that she and Derek have been matched by another Cupid and he won't want to continue dating her after two weeks, she has her own quota of love matches to make. Then there is school. With all the other things Felicity has to worry about, the number of times she just can't pay attention in class because she's worrying about Derek or one of her love matches, you wonder how any teen can learn anything in school. Rhonda Stapleton has caught teens as they are. If you are a teen, you can relate. If you are older, you will remember what it was like. I think it is hard for an adult writer to capture these teen years and feelings but Rhonda Stapleton does it very well. Adult or teen will enjoy this book.
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