Catch a Mate

Catch a Mate
Gena Showalter

How to catch the love of your life. . . with his trousers down! Jillian Greene is always getting caught in the act. After all, it’s her job! Working at Catch a Mate, Jillian gets paid by suspicious wives to smile, flirt and prove that no man can be trusted around the opposite sex. But she never gets physical – until a heart-stoppingly gorgeous male walks into the office. Marcus Brody has just been hired to test female fidelity.But the last thing Jillian needs is a partner…especially an infuriating, irresistible man who’s got her fantasising about tearing off his clothes!

Catch a Mate

Gena Showalter

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This book could not have been written without

Jill Monroe. (Road trip + Gena Showalter +

Jill Monroe - Sanity = Trouble.)

I’ll leave it to your imagination as to why.

To Merline Lovelace and Sharon Sala.

Thank you!

To Pennye and Terry Edwards and

Max and Vivian Showalter.

Much love!

Contents

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Chapter Six

Chapter Seven

Chapter Eight

Chapter Nine

Chapter Ten

Chapter Eleven

Chapter Twelve

Chapter Thirteen

Chapter Fourteen

Chapter Fifteen

Chapter Sixteen

Chapter Seventeen

Chapter Eighteen

Chapter Nineteen

Chapter Twenty

Chapter Twenty-One

Chapter Twenty-Two

Chapter Twenty-Three

Chapter Twenty-Four

Chapter Twenty-Five

Chapter Twenty-Six

Chapter Twenty-Seven

Epilogue

One

Do you believe in love at first sight or should I walk by again?

IN LIFE, there was only one guarantee and that, Jillian Greene hated to say, was that all men were pigs. “Will you repeat your question?” she asked her coworker and friend, Selene Garnett. “I’m positive I misheard.”

“Nope. You didn’t mishear. I asked what you would say to a man who told you to take off your panties so he could smell them.”

Jillian gazed over at Selene, a blond goddess in black leather, who was untouchable in a way that made men want to touch her. And keep touching her. Over and over again. “Is that a trick question?”

“Hardly.” Selene stood in the opening of Jillian’s cubicle, slender arms braced on the blue makeshift walls. Her hands covered the two posters Jillian had pasted up only a short while ago. One said, Where There’s a Man, There’s a Lie. The other read, Behind Every Good Man Is a Gun. “A guy said it to me last night,” Selene added. “I was so shocked, I froze.”

“Do you like this man?”