"Lindzee Armstrong is the #1 bestselling author of the No Match for Love series and Sunset Plains Romance series. She's always had a soft spot for love stories. In third grade, she started secretly reading romance novels, hiding the covers so no one would know (because hello, embarrassing!), and dreaming of her own Prince Charming.
She finally met her true love while at college, where she studied history education. They are now happily married and raising twin boys in the Rocky Mountains.
Like any true romantic, Lindzee loves chick flicks, ice cream, and chocolate. She believes in sigh-worthy kisses and happily ever afters, and loves expressing that through her writing."
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When Kateâs abusive husband dies in a house fire, she only feels relief. Eighteen months later, sheâs ready to sweep up the fragments of her past and venture back into datingâbut this time with the help of a professional matchmaking company. Surely Toujour can succeed where Kate has always failed and find her the perfect man.
Taylor is a firefighter whoâs tired of dousing infernos in his personal life. Exhausted from a string of dysfunctional relationships, he turns to Toujour at the prodding of a friend, hoping for an easier path to love. The last thing he expects is to be matched with Kate, the intriguing widow he met on the night her house burned. The problem is, sheâs determined to leave behind any connection to that awful nightâand Taylor is a very overwhelming connection.
Past relationship fears and old habits threaten to tear them apart before theyâve even begun. Can the ashes of their pasts hold their happily ever after?
âSo, howâve you been?â Taylor asked.
Kate squinted, the feeling of familiarity sweeping over her again. Itâd been so long since sheâd been on a first date that she couldnât remember if this was a typical conversation. âUm . . . Good, I guess.â
âGood.â Taylor nodded, as though genuinely relieved by her answer. âThatâs great. Iâve always wondered.â
Her stomach rumbled with nerves while her palms grew clammy. Something was very wrong with this date. âIâm sorry,â Kate said, the words taking all her courage. âDo we know each other?â
Taylorâs eyes widened, making her stomach tremble even more. âYou mean you donât recognize me?â
âYou look familiar, but I thought you just had one of those faces,â Kate said. âIâm really sorry . . .â
âOh man.â Taylor rubbed a hand over his strong jaw. âI donât know why I didnât think of this. I assumed you knew and were okay with it. I recognized you from your photo almost immediately.â
Kate shouldâve given in to her fear and never stepped foot outside of the car. This was beyond humiliating. Embarrassed tears prick at her eyes and she forced them back. âYouâll have to forgive me. I donât usually forget people like this.â
Taylorâs smile turned pained. âWe met the night of the fire.â
The sounds of bowling balls smacking against pins dimmed as his blue shirt and jeans morphed into full fire gear, a hat and jacket obscuring most of his features. Bile rose in her throat and she clasped her hands together tightly to hide the shaking. Out of all the men she couldâve been matched with, Brooke had found the one Kate had never expected to see again.
She shouldâve recognized him immediately. A wife shouldnât forget the face of the man who informed her she was a widow.
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