Matchmaking Beyond the Veil by Mara Townsend (Telltale Ghosts Book 1)
English | 2019 | Romance MM | ePUB | 447 Kb
Matchmaking : Endure the company of his rival…or suffer ghostly retaliation.
Emery Belmont is a snarky, uptight realist who likes his life ordinary. Like any skeptic, he’s content using mundane explanations to write off signs of paranormal activity. That’s no longer an option when the spirit haunting his house wrecks his new kitchen, forcing Emery closer to facing the supernatural truth. Desperate for a new handyman, he unknowingly hires his hot ex-rival from high school to fix it. Paxton Santos, Emery’s former lacrosse team captain, followed in his father’s footsteps to take over the family business. Annoyingly, Emery requires his talented hands more than he needs to keep Paxton out of his life. However, getting Paxton to leave after the repairs may prove difficult with the meddlesome ghost taking a shine to him, which Paxton seems to take in his grating, good-natured stride, remaining irritatingly unruffled by numerous weird occurrences.
Emery is bombarded by mysterious paranormal hijinks, keeping Paxton at arm’s length, and deciphering things that aren’t quiet what they seem. There’s nothing Emery hates more than an unfinished puzzle. In his determination to solve this one, Emery reluctantly opens himself up to new possibilities all while trying to remain firmly rooted in life the way he prefers it—orderly, logically explainable, and, above all else, ghost-free.
Join Emery and Paxton as they face off with a spirit that has no limits to how far it will go to push them together, enduring locked doors, faulty plumbing, and sharing a bed. Together they are determined to navigate their way out of this mess using any means necessary to send the ghost packing. Will they make it out of the traps awaiting them before their pesky tormenter gets any other ideas to make things worse and further blur the line between them?
“You might be fine, but are you happy, Emery? That’s what worries me,” Celeste said.
“I—of course I am.” Emery laughed her off.
They’d had this conversation so many times. He was. His career was progressing well, he had a beautiful home; he’d achieved the societal markers for success all on his own, all before he was thirty. That was an accomplishment that made him happy—proud of himself. What more could he need right now? Absolutely not Graham Foxhall and that smarmy smile Emery remembered.
“That’s all I want,” Celeste said. “Your father and I just want what’s best for you, that’s all.”
“I know, Mum. I am, I promise,” Emery said, gesturing with his hand even though she couldn’t see him. May his mother never learn to video chat, Emery thought. “And anyway, I’d never be able to devote the kind of time Graham or any other man would need. I rarely take time off, since they have me working on so many exciting accounts.”
He was winning; he tasted sweet victory within his reach. Relief bloomed inside him. He prepared to tick another point in his favor against his mother’s endless quest to secure him a committed relationship. Preferably, one that came with another club membership.”