Matchmaking Mona. Diana Mars
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She Startled Him And His Precarious Balance Was Shot To Hell. Letter to Reader Title Page DIANA MARS 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 Epilogue Copyright
She Startled Him And His Precarious Balance Was Shot To Hell.
Cooper flailed about, even as he spied a woman’s rounded face and sparkling green eyes. Those eyes went from shining with amusement to widening in alarm as Cooper pitched forward, and fell on their owner.
His victim took the brunt of the fall, and became almost embedded in the moist soil. Cooper lifted his upper body from the woman’s softly curved chest and leaned on his elbows.
L.J. breathed in deeply and stared upward into a pair of the bluest eyes she’d ever seen. She noticed that beyond giving her some breathing room, the man did not immediately budge. As a matter of fact, from the way he was ogling her, he didn’t seem to have any intention of moving anytime soon.
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Matchmaking Mona
Diana Mars
DIANA MARS
feels fortunate to be a part of the Golden Age of Romance, which has seen so many exciting elements added: suspense, horror, mystery, the supernatural. Although she has worked in the fields of business, languages and anthropology, writing has proven to be the strongest, yet most satisfying challenge.
One
Cooper Channahon winced as Mona stepped on his foot. Again.
The gangly fourteen-year-old absently apologized and went on her merry way, intent on reaching the dig and its director—her idol, Dr. L. J. Livingston.
Cooper took off his expensive Nike runners and rubbed the sore big toe. He was getting too old for this!
But fraternal love always proved his undoing. His younger brother Corbett, wandering around in a fog of child-rearing confusion and helplessness since his beloved wife Lauren had died, had needed some time to himself.
Mona, Corbett’s only child, was a handful at any time, and since her mother’s death, had thrown her considerable energy into her two passions: basketball and anthropology.
So Cooper had been enlisted to escort Mona to the excavation site after her varsity game. After a hellish day of stockbrokering, he’d almost forgotten his promise to Mona. When his niece had chastised him for not having proper attire for a dig, Cooper had just stopped off at an athletic shoe store. Mona had been slightly mollified when he’d let her choose two pairs from her other idol, Air Jordan: one for him, the other for herself.
But now his dear niece, totally insensitive toward his almost forty-year-old metatarsal, plowed ahead.
And plowed was definitely the operative world, Cooper reflected as his pristine Nikes lost their virgin state and became mired in mud. Swearing, Cooper replaced his crosstrainers, almost losing his balance, and got one foot out of the soggy field.
Only to have his other shoe become even further embedded in the sticky mud.
Cooper shook his head. What on earth had possessed him to accompany Mona to this unpleasant part of Illinois? Corbett’s need for some private time to get his head together could have been served just as well if he’d taken Mona to a nice, safe mall, with a nice, clean multiplex.
As he made slow, painful progress toward Mona’s high-pitched, chattering voice, Cooper knew the answer.
He had never been able to say no to his two nieces. Of the three Channahons, Cooper was the only one who had never married. His baby sister Corliss was divorced, and the proud mother of adorable Maggie. Corbett, his widowed younger brother, was the loving if dazed father of mad, manic Mona...Cooper’s own nickname for his niece.
But Mona didn’t mind. She adored her uncle, and her uncle returned the affection tenfold.
Which was something Mona realized, and took advantage of on a regular basis.
So