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Match Me If You Can
Published by: Swoon Reads
Publication date: January 8th 2019
Genres: Contemporary, Romance, Young Adult
Mia’s best friend Robyn is known for her matchmaking skills, which is perfect, because homecoming is just around the corner. But Robyn refuses to set Mia up with the guy of her dreams, which forces Mia to take matters into her own hands. She uses Robyn’s matchmaking service to make sure popular Vince Demetrius falls for her.
Vince asks her out, but Mia doesn’t count on Logan, the persistent school newspaper photographer who seems to like her out of the blue. Now she has to choose between Vince – the guy she knows is right for her – and Logan, who insists that she give him a chance. And she needs to make sure Robyn doesn’t find out that Mia’s been matchmaking behind her back.
Mia has two weeks before homecoming. Can she fix the mess she made or will she have to kiss her perfect match goodbye forever?
I studied the rows of cleaning supplies and bulk packages of toilet paper, as if that could somehow make me focus on something other than the fact that we were alone in a janitor’s closet. I needed logic now more than ever, but around Logan, I didn’t exactly want to be logical.
“You know, I think I know something that will take your mind off things.” He was leaning close, and there wasn’t that much room in the closet to begin with. This. This was why it was hard to think logically. I needed my mind on things. Not off.
Logan placed one hand on the wall behind me and took a step forward. “I can also think of something that will help you feel better. They might even be the same thing.”
How could he expect me to take him seriously when he said things like that? Obviously, Logan was simply trying to get a reaction out of me.
At least, I thought that was what he was doing.
He was even closer now, only a few inches away. He brought his face closer to mine, hovering just out of reach, as if waiting for what my response would be.
I forced myself to put my hands on his chest and push him away.
“That would just make my problems worse,” I said with a small smile. I quickly pulled my hands back so I wasn’t touching his chest.
His eyebrows drew together in confusion for a moment before smoothing out.
“You mean you still like Vince.”
Now would be the perfect time to say something. To cut him loose. Especially if he was simply playing games.
So why wasn’t I doing that?
Tiana Smith is a copywriter turned novelist who grew up in the Wild West of Montana. When she isn’t writing, she’s chasing after her ninja boy, reading, or binging the Disney Channel. She’d love to be fluent in sign language, but for now she gets by with awkward hand gestures and even more awkward French. She has double degrees in Honors and English from Westminster College but wants to go back to school to be a lion tamer.