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Because of the List (Make Me a Match) by [Knupp, Amy]
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About the Author

Amy Knupp lives in Wisconsin, with her husband, two sons and five cats. She graduated from the University of Kansas with degrees in Journalism and French and is a diehard Jayhawk basketball fan. She's a member of Romance Writers of America, Mad City Romance Writers and Wisconsin Romance Writers. In her spare time, she enjoys reading, playing addictive computer games, and coming up with better things to do than clean her house. To learn more about Amy and her stories, visit

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As someone who'd recently vowed to find herself a man, Taylor McCabe should've been at least a smidgeon excited to discover a good-looking one on the back deck of her house.

But no. Excited wasn't the word she'd use as she drove her car past him and into her garage after a long day at work.

Dread. That was the word. It rose steadily in her gut as she sat summoning the courage to climb out of the front seat and face him.

Two facts held her back: A) She was Taylor McCabe. B) He was Alex Worth—the target of an impossible, embarrassing schoolgirl crush that she'd kept secret all these years.

To avoid the humiliation of being caught hiding, she slipped the straps of her purse and leather laptop satchel over her shoulder and opened the door, muttering a pep talk as she forced herself out of the car.

Eyes glued to the crumbling driveway, she emerged from the safety of the garage and did her best not to focus on the rugged, virile army helicopter pilot who was most likely watching her every step and wondering why she was such a perpetual misfit.

As she neared the deck, she managed to raise her chin and peer at him—or rather, just barely past him—as he slowly stood.

"Look at you," he said with a hint of amusement in the low voice that always surprised her with its smoothness. "Nearly nine o'clock at night and you're just as laced-up and proper as you were when you went to work this morning, I'll bet." she glanced down at her white blouse with mother-of-pearl buttons, khaki pleated slacks and her latest nod to the shoe monster that raged inside her, dark-brown zebra-print slingbacks with three-and-a-half-inch heels. Acquired at a killer clearance, thank you.

When she looked back up at him, she noticed he, too, was staring at her shoes with…distaste? Confusion?

Her cheeks warmed and no doubt reddened. She nudged her glasses up on her nose and couldn't think of a response to his comment. "When did you get back to town?"

"Yesterday. You missed the party." He frowned as he stared absently into the distance.

Drat. Had she forgotten something? "I'm sorry, Alex. I didn't know—"

"Kidding, Scarlet." The nickname he and her brother had always used for her caused a sharp pain. No one had called her Scarlet since before the accident that had killed Quinn. And though she'd never liked the name, there'd been recent days when she would've given anything to hear her brother say it again. "Just my mom and sister trying to act like I belong here in Madison."

Something in his tone distracted her from the ache in her chest and she finally dared to really look at him. His dark hair hung over his forehead, making him less clean-cut all-American and more overgrown and shaggy, reminiscent of the devil-may-care attitude he'd projected in school—and yet it didn't quite ring true today. The gunmetal-gray cargo pants, black T-shirt and combat boots he wore were the off-duty dress of a soldier, but something was missing from his stance. Confidence, maybe. The spirit he'd always been full of.

A two-inch scar marred the side of his face, not far from his left ear, and though it had obviously been caused by the helicopter crash seven months ago, she wondered precisely what had sliced his skin.

Their eyes met and, though she was embarrassed to be caught examining him so closely, she was taken by his uncustomary weariness, the edginess deep in those steely gray orbs, so unlike the guy who'd been her brother's best friend since junior high.

"Are you back…permanently?" She'd gotten a couple of updates on his condition right after the accident and knew his leg had been seriously injured. But she hadn't heard anything for months. She didn't know his family well enough that she felt comfortable checking in on how he was doing.

"That's what the army docs would have you believe." He shrugged one shoulder. "They'd be happy to turn me into a desk jockey."

"Don't take this wrong, but you don't seem like you'd enjoy a desk job." From what she knew, he lived to fly. Quinn had loved being in the military and, in fact, had convinced Alex to enlist originally, but once Alex had started learning to fly Blackhawks, Quinn had commented repeatedly that Alex had finally figured out where he belonged.

"That'd be an accurate assessment." There was quiet anger underlining his words. "I have every intention of flying again."

Taylor jerked her gaze away. "Why are you here? At my house?"

"Quinn would want me to check on you."

"True." Some girls had to worry about an overprotec-tive father, but ever since she was five and their dad had walked out on the family, her older brother had taken on the job. "He's not here to force the issue, though, and I'm fine. You're off the hook." She smiled, but immediately felt self-conscious.

"You know your deck needs some work?"

He gestured to the opposite side where the railing and bench that ran around the perimeter got the most direct hit from the weather. The bench was rotting in places, she suspected, but she wasn't sure because she tended to ignore the problem.

"Add it to the list," she muttered. "I'm not much of a home-improvement guru." She and Quinn had inherited the house when their mother died eight years ago, and Taylor had always been thankful for it. But with Quinn on active duty, the upkeep had fallen to her—an area she didn't excel in.

Before he could respond, she ducked her head and slipped by him. She jogged up the two wooden steps and unlocked the back door. She turned to thank him for stopping by, knowing they would both be relieved when he left. What she saw, however, struck something inside her. It wasn't that he was following her up, though any other time that would've caused a minipanic attack. It was the wince that twisted his rugged features into a man she didn't recognize. It lasted only an instant. She turned away, somehow knowing he didn't want her or anyone else to see his pain.

"Come in for a drink if you want," she said awkwardly, half hoping he'd refuse.

He grabbed the screen door and held it for her as she removed her key from the lock and pushed the heavy wooden door open.

"Have a seat." Taylor indicated the scarred, round kitchen table that was almost as old as she was as she set her bags, keys and smart phone down on it. "What would you like?"

He, of course, didn't sit. She'd bet he ignored official orders as often as he could get away with it.

"I'll take a beer if you have one."

A beer. Naturally. As if she regularly stocked the stuff. She should probably break down and buy a six-pack just for times like this, but she felt certain she wouldn't choose the right kind anyway. And there was the small matter that she rarely had visitors and even rarer were they males. But if she was going to start dating… She had lots of changes to make. Maybe stocking beer was one of the easier ones.

Alex was off his game in more ways than one.

Not only was he suddenly a man with his career in the shitter and enough self-blame to choke an entire platoon, but it'd been an eternity and a half since he'd been with a woman.

The evidence of this was never so clear as when Taylor bent over to search a lower shelf of the fridge. He caught himself checking out her backside and considering that beneath those no-frills, all-business clothes, she was hiding some intriguing curves.

Taylor McCabe. His best friend's little sister.

Quinn would track him down with an M16 if he knew. If he were alive.

"I do have a couple of Quinn's beers left in here," Taylor said, reaching to the back of the shelf and pulling out two bottles of his dead friend's brand. Just like that, he was thrown painfully back in time. "Will that work? I'm afraid it's all I've got."

"Works fine. Thanks." He took the bottle she held out, twisted off the top and swigged the cold beer past the lump in his throat, doing his damnedest to ignore the label.

Of course, Taylor hadn't bought her own brand. She wasn't a beer woman. She was about the furthest thing from it. Girls with IQs higher than God's didn't kill brain cells with hops and malt on a regular basis. As if to hammer that fact home, she took out a pitcher of sun-brewed tea, probably some mind-boosting formula, and poured herself a glass. Then she dug around in the bottom of the refrigerator again—he made a point of not looking closely at her body this time—and added a wedge of lemon. That was Taylor, wholesome and healthy. He and Quinn had often ribbed her for exactly that, but it didn't seem right now that his buddy was gone.

"Beer isn't the only thing I have of Quinn's," Taylor said hesitantly as she set her glass down. "I've given away his clothes and books, sorted through his sports trophies and personal things, but I'm down to the hard stuff. Guns, fishing gear, exercise equipment. All the testosterone gear. I need to go through it, decide what to sell and how."

"I know a thing or two about 'testosterone gear.' I can help if you need it."

Weekend of suck, anyone? Sitting here in the kitchen where Quinn had grown up, the only place he'd lived besides army bases and camps, was manageable thanks to some hard-core denial. Going through his belongings… There'd be no ignoring reality, ugly and incriminating as it was.

"I suspect you know more than a thing or two. I'd appreciate that. Maybe this weekend?"

"Pretty full schedule of sitting around and feeling useless, actually. But I can try to pencil you in." He attempted something he hadn't done much in the past few months—a smile.

Taylor returned another self-conscious grin, then looked away. She took a package of fig cookies do...

Product Details

  • File Size: 629 KB
  • Print Length: 288 pages
  • Publisher: Harlequin Superromance (December 1, 2011)
  • Publication Date: December 1, 2011
  • Sold by: Harlequin Digital Sales Corp.
  • Language: English
  • ASIN: B005WKH56K
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Format: Mass Market Paperback
Contemporary, Madison, Wisconsin

Taylor McCabe is a computer whiz that is more comfortable dealing with computer code than she is with people. She knows it is now time to get over her childhood crush and start looking to the future. That is harder than she thought since Alex has been in her life for so long and the fact that he was her brother's best friend makes things more complicated. Taylor thinks she has come up with a solution that will help her find a man that will help her get over her crush and be the type of husband that she is sure will be perfect for her. The plan is easy enough for Taylor who loves to make lists and that is to list the top ten traits she wants in a man. Perfect solution for a computer whiz.

Alex Worth is an injured Army pilot that is trying to get over his injury so that he can go back to the job he loved, flying. While he is home though he is determined to honor his friend by keeping an eye on Taylor, even if that means checking out the men she thinks will be perfect for her. Spending this much time with Taylor is giving Alex a whole different view of her though and he isn't sure that is such a good thing.

Taylor isn't sure she will be able to find anyone with the way Alex is acting more like a boyfriend than a protective older brother. The more time they spend together the more she is attracted to him and not getting over her crush at all. The only problem is that he doesn't even come close to meeting any of the criteria on her list.

This is a wonderful story about just how perfect opposites can be for each other. The storyline is emotional at times and helps the story move along very well. The character are well written and well developed and the reader is completely able to relate to them.
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When reading an Amy Knupp book I know I am in for am emotional, wonderful romantic story. Because of The List was just what I imagined it would be and more.

Taylor McCabe is a different kind of heroine. She's a bit shy, very smart, and loves equations and lists. She's suffered a loss that also affects childhood crush and friend Alex Worth. Alex is back in town and goes to see how Taylor is doing and comes across her list.

Alex is one of those tortured heroes. He's been through hell and back. He's seen his fair share of losses. It's time to deal with his past.

Full of heart, this contemporary does not disappoint. Ms. Knupp puts together two opposites and shows readers that anyone can fall in love despite the vast amount of differences between them. Alex and Taylor lean on each other somewhat to get through some hard times, and despite the fact that Alex doesn't match up with her list, well, Taylor can't help the stronger feelings she has that are now more than just a crush.

Anyone that loves a story about opposites attracting, well crafted characters, a touching story that lingers in the mind long after the last page is read, then I strongly suggest to get a copy of Amy Knupp's newest book! It's another that will sit on my keeper shelf that I can turn to for comfort.
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I loved this book. Alex and Taylor were such an interesting couple. Love how they knew each other so well instinctively. It was a great time watching them come together and face their fears.
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I loved, loved, loved the book!!!! This book had all the "it" ingredients to make me happy.Happiness this book has it!!!
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