Love is a battlefield for a quirky matchmaker and the cocky
football star who hires her to find him a wife.
Rules of Engagement, an all-new laugh-out-loud standalone
sports romance from J.T. Geissinger, is available now!
As the owner of Perfect Pairings matchmaking service, Maddie
McRae earns her living helping others fall in love. Dubbed the Wedding Whisperer
due to her success getting couples down the aisle, the sweet Southern belle
knows that the foundation of wedded bliss is built on similarities: opposites
might attract, but they don’t stay together.
Which is why she’s holding out for her own Prince Charming,
a perfect gentleman who will arrive one day and sweep her off her feet with his
devotion, kindness, and charm.
Enter Mason Spark.
Rude, arrogant, and notoriously allergic to monogamy, the
hottest quarterback in the NFL is Maddie’s polar opposite. He’s also her new
client. Her gorgeous, infuriating new client who’s paying her an outrageous sum
of money to find him a wife. With his multi-million dollar contract on the line
due to his behavior on and off the field, bad boy Mason is willing to pretend
to settle down.
But when he starts to fall for the adorkable matchmaker who
can’t stand him, the playboy finds himself in the game of his life to keep
something he never thought he’d lose—his heart.
Johnaka's Review
“Opposites attract, 4 stars”
Maddie and Mason are about as opposite as can be. He’s loud and crass, and well she’s a true southern woman. Swearing is beneath her and she believes in love. Unlike Mason who doesn’t think love exists. These two go at it, head to toe battle of the wills. Yeah, they have chemistry but will they be able to set aside their hard heads and find love with each other. Or are they destined to be enemies?
Rules of Engagement was a cute story. I love a good opposites attract. The banter between these two were solid. My only complaint if I need one is, I wish we got more of them together, together and less of them holding out. But beggars can’t be choosers and Geissinger still gave us a solid book I think you’ll enjoy.
Plot-4/5 Characters-4/5 Heat-4/5 Writing style-4/5 Overall-4/5
Jennifer's Review
Great sports romance! Rules of Engagement was a sweet, quick read. I enjoyed the plot and characters in the book. It was an interesting way to tell a story, but very entertaining.
I really liked the plot of the book. It is definitely an opposites attract type of book. The two characters are written beautifully. I loved the character development. The author nailed it!
The heat in this book was good. I loved the buildup. I really enjoyed the push and pull from the author. The writing style was great. The lace of the story was steady. I liked the minor characters as well. My only wish is that there was a lead in to another book. I'd love to get to know auntie more.
Overall, I enjoyed the book. It was a bit quirky, but that makes it different than others. I hope this author visits this world again.
Ratings: Plot: 4/5 Characters: 4/5 Heat: 4/5 Writing Style: 4/5 Overall: 4/5
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Excerpt
He jerks his thumb at his mansion. “Don’t you want a tour?”
“Of Hearst Castle? No, thanks.”
His expression tells me how incomprehensible that is.
“Everyone always wants a tour. Always.”
“I mean, it’s a very nice place, I’m sure.”
Now he looks insulted. He turns to stare at the house, then
turns back to me. “Nice?”
“Please don’t take it personally. I’m not trying to start
World War III here. A house like that just isn’t my thing.”
“Your thing?”
“Will you stop repeating everything I say?”
“It’s just that I’m having trouble with the fact that you
don’t like my house. Everybody likes it. Everybody. Especially women.”
I sign in exasperation. “Oh, for goodness’ sake, Mason, I
could give a flying fig what everyone else thinks. I’ll take my cozy little
cottage over this place any day.”
“But why?”
I fold my arms across my chest and turn my torso toward him.
“Why are you so upset that I don’t like it when you don’t like it, either?”
He shouts, “I never said I didn’t like it!”
“You didn’t have to. The closer we got to it, the more you
constipated you looked.”
“That’s just my face!”
“Baloney. You hate your house. Admit it.”
Wild-eyed and wound up, he stares at me for a long, silent
moment. Then he exhales in a huge gust and drops his head into his hands.
He says miserably, “I totally hate it. It’s awful, isn’t
it?”
I pat his shoulder. “It’s beautiful, elegant, and absolutely
ridiculous. Have you thought about asking the state legislature if they need
new headquarters?”
He moans into his hands. “I don’t even have any furniture
except a bed. You should hear how bad it echoes in there. And everything is
marble, so it’s always freezing cold. Sometimes I wake up in the middle of the
night and think I’m sleeping in a mausoleum!”
I can’t help myself. I start laughing again.
He lifts his head and glares at me. “It’s not funny!”
“It’s so funny I can’t stand it.”
“Do you have any idea what I paid for this place?”
“Your gargantuan mausoleum?” I squint at it through the
window. “I dunno. Bazillions?”
“Exactly! Bazillions!”
“I’m no financial whiz, Sparky, but I think they saw you
coming.”
When he groans and drops his head against the headrest,
closing his eyes, I try to reassure him. “I’m sure there’s some oil baron with
twelve ex-wives and a hundred kids who’d love to move into it. With all the
members of his country club. And their housekeeping staff.”
Mason opens his eyes and glares at me.
I try to stifle another laugh, but fail. “And the entire
population of Portugal.”
“Ha ha.”
“Oh, lighten up. It’s not like you can’t sell it.”
Sounding panicked, he says, “But where would I live?”
“You say that like there are zero options between here and a
cardboard box.”
“Name one.”
“There’s a house for sale at the end of my block.”
That astonishes him so much it leaves him speechless.
“You’re right,” I say solemnly. “It’s only a three-bedroom.
There’s not enough space for both you and your ego.”
He looks away. “I’m just surprised you’d want me living on
the same street as you.”
“Are you kidding? Imagine how much fun we could have
screaming obscenities at each other over the backyard fences. The neighbors
would love it.”
When he glances back at me and sees me smiling, he smiles,
too. “Yeah, especially when they hear your PG version of cursing. ‘Dingwaddle’
this and ‘flying fig’ that. They won’t even know what language we’re speaking.”
We smile at each other so long it starts to get
uncomfortable. I look away, patting my hair to make sure no stray strands have
escaped from my bun.
After a rough throat clearing, Mason says, “I guess I’ll go
in, then.”
“Okay. Goodnight. And thanks again for dinner. I love that
place.”
When he doesn’t respond, I glance over at him. He’s staring
back at me with the same warm look that flustered me at the restaurant. “You’re
welcome, Pink. Anytime.”
“So I’ll send you all the information on Stephanie as soon
as I vet her file. Okay?”
“Sure. Looking forward to it.”
An awkward silence follows. Finally, Mason breaks it by
saying, “Sweet dreams.” He opens the door and starts to get out.
“Wait.”
He turns to me, his hand on the door and a question in his
eyes.
“I, um, I need to say something.”
He groans. “You’re killing me, you know that?”
“No, this isn’t anything about you. You haven’t done
anything wrong. This is about me.”
Eyes alight, he settles back into his seat. “This should be
interesting.”
I search his face before I speak, because I want to be sure
I don’t miss any change in his expression. “I’m sorry for teasing you about
your ego. It’s not nice. And I don’t want you to think that I think there’s
anything wrong with you, because I don’t.”
His face goes through several different emotions before it
settles on something I can’t identify. It’s part pain and part pleasure, with a
whole lot of ambivalence thrown in.
He says softly, “I know you don’t think there’s anything
wrong with me. Which is what makes me assume your parents must’ve dropped you
on your head a lot when you were a baby.”
“Oh, for crying out loud. I’m trying to apologize here!”
He grins. “You did. I heard you. And you don’t have to do it
again, because I like it when you give me shit.”
When I quirk my lips, he amends quickly, “The business. I
meant I like it when you give me the business. Nobody else mouths off to me the
way you do.”
“Good to know,” I say, smiling. “Now that I know you like
it, the gloves will come off, pal, so you better watch out.”
“I can hardly wait.”
We sit there grinning at each other, until Mason says, “Get
outta here. I’ll talk to you next week.”
“Aye-aye, Captain.”
Then it all falls apart in slow motion.
I don’t know what makes me do it. I honestly don’t. One
minute we’re smiling and saying goodbye, the next minute I’m impulsively
leaning over to give him a kiss on the cheek.
Only he’s turning his head, so my target moves.
Where his cheek was supposed to be, suddenly his lips are
there instead.
His warm, soft, beautiful lips, which part when they meet
mine.
About J.T. Geissinger
J.T. Geissinger is a bestselling author of emotionally
charged romance and women’s fiction. Ranging from funny, feisty rom coms to
intense, edgy suspense, her books have sold more than one million copies and
been translated into several languages.
She is the recipient of the Prism Award for Best First Book,
the Golden Quill Award for Best Paranormal/Urban Fantasy, and is a two-time
finalist for the RITA® Award from the Romance Writers of America®. She has also
been a finalist in the Booksellers’ Best, National Readers’ Choice, and Daphne
du Maurier Awards.
Her first novel was published in 2012. Since then she’s
written eighteen more novels. When she’s not writing, she’s reading, drinking
wine, surfing the internet, and daydreaming about all the things she’s going to
be when she grows up. She lives near the beach in Los Angeles with her husband
and deaf/demented rescue kitty, Ginger.
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