"Elise Sax will win your heart."--New YorkTimes bestselling author JillShalvis
"There's plenty for fans to enjoy in Sax's thirdMatchmaker installment, complete with energetic narration, zany humor and amystery that's as engaging as the details of Gladie's love life. . . . Thereare some exciting twists and turns here, from the explosive opening (literally)to the final surprise that will keep expectations high for futureinstallments."--RT Book Reviews
"Elise Sax will make youlaugh. Her larger-than-life characters jump off the page and make crazy seemlike a fun place to hang out."--Christie Craig, New York Timesbestsellingauthor of Texas Hold 'Em
"Elise Sax belongs onevery bookshelf." -- Melissa Foster, New York Times BestsellingAuthor
"Fans of laugh-out-loudromantic suspense will enjoy this new author as she joins the ranks of JanetEvanovich, Katie MacAlister, and Jennifer Crusie."--Booklist, on An Affair to Dismember
"Filled with fun, sexiness and characters who are not afraid to go afterthe things they want in life . . . It's not often I read something so full ofirony and sarcasm, but that also has that special brand of humor that makes mechuckle while I'm reading."--Unconventional Book Reviews
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Rosalind shakes her head. "No. A millionaire isn't going to cut it. We need to go big or go home."
"I wouldn't mind going home. This is crazy ass shit we're doing."
"It's the crazy ass shit that makes a billion dollars," Rosalind insists. "I've got my billionaire lined up. If you can't fight them, snag them." She almost sounds like she's making sense, but not quite. Still, I'm so drunk that I can't separate the sensical from the nonsensical.
"I don't know any billionaires," Olivia says.
"We're going to have to work together, help each other. One for all and all for one.These are big fish. Targeted strike. Who are you going to target, Beatrice?"
I slump down on the floor on my side, taking the M&Ms with me. I've eaten half of the bowl, and I'm working through the rest of it. Who am I going to target? Nobody. I've never targeted anyone, and...
"Holy smokes," I say, chewing. Like a lightning bolt hitting me from the popcorn ceiling above me, I remember the billionaire in my life. Well, sort of in my life.
Rosalind wags her finger at me. "Look Olivia! Look!" she shouts, waking her up."Beatrice has a target in mind."
Olivia and her mother stare at me with rapt attention. I bite my lower lip.
"No, it wouldn't work," I say, chewing. "It can't. He's who he is, and I'm who I am."
Diane turns off the television, and the room grows silent. The three women study me,waiting for me to speak. I shake my head. "No. It's impossible."
"Who is he?" Diane asks. She's discovered a new show, but instead of on television, it's me in her living room. I take some more M&Ms and pop them into my mouth. I don't want to say anymore. I'm sure that if I tell them anything about the billionaire who's sort of in my life, they won't stop asking me questions and pressuring me to jump all over him.
I think about jumping all over him, and I smile.
"Oh, he's a good one," Rosalind says. "Spill. Who is he?"
"I'll tell you, but that's it. We shut up about it after? Deal?"
Olivia gives me her Girl Scouts' promise, but she has trouble getting three fingers to stay up. Rosalind gives me a Fonzie thumb, and Diane says, "Get on with it, already."
I take a deep breath. I've never told anyone this before. It's my big secret; bigger than my weight.
"Cole Stevens," I say.
"The man who owns Idaho?" Diane asks.
"And half of Oregon?" Rosalind asks. "The aerospace king?"
That's the one.
"And he saves abused horses," I add. And he writes poetry. And he's a cowboy...a cowboy in chaps and tight jeans and a big belt buckle in just the right place. Did I mention the dimple? Or the eyes...the melty, be mine,I'm-swallowing-my-tongue-looking-at-you eyes. "Give me another drink."
We all have another drink, and this time, Diane joins us. I'm blotto, but Olivia can't keep her head up, and Rosalind is slurring her speech, like someone cut her tongue out.
"How do you blow him?" she asks.
"Know him? I sort of work for him." Not exactly. "I'm an event planner, and the company I work for is organizing a gala for him."
"A gala sounds nice," Diane says. "I've never been to a gala."
"Cole puts on a charity rodeo every year," I explain. "It draws people from everywhere, and this year, he's having a gala, too. I've been planning it for four months. I have to go to Idaho next week."
Rosalind says something, but I can't make it out. Either she's completely lost her ability to speak, or my ears aren't working. Then, my eyes stop working, and it all goes dark.