"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 Kate’s abusive husband dies in a house fire, she only feels relief. Eighteen months later, she’s ready to sweep up the fragments of her past and venture back into dating—but 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 who’s 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, she’s determined to leave behind any connection to that awful night—and Taylor is a very overwhelming connection.
Past relationship fears and old habits threaten to tear them apart before they’ve even begun. Can the ashes of their pasts hold their happily ever after?
“So, how’ve you been?” Taylor asked.
Kate squinted, the feeling of familiarity sweeping over her again. It’d been so long since she’d been on a first date that she couldn’t remember if this was a typical conversation. “Um . . . Good, I guess.”
“Good.” Taylor nodded, as though genuinely relieved by her answer. “That’s great. I’ve always wondered.”
Her stomach rumbled with nerves while her palms grew clammy. Something was very wrong with this date. “I’m sorry,” Kate said, the words taking all her courage. “Do we know each other?”
Taylor’s eyes widened, making her stomach tremble even more. “You mean you don’t recognize me?”
“You look familiar, but I thought you just had one of those faces,” Kate said. “I’m really sorry . . .”
“Oh man.” Taylor rubbed a hand over his strong jaw. “I don’t know why I didn’t think of this. I assumed you knew and were okay with it. I recognized you from your photo almost immediately.”
Kate should’ve 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. “You’ll have to forgive me. I don’t usually forget people like this.”
Taylor’s smile turned pained. “We met the night of the fire.”
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 could’ve been matched with, Brooke had found the one Kate had never expected to see again.
She should’ve recognized him immediately. A wife shouldn’t forget the face of the man who informed her she was a widow.
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