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Matched by Design Paperback

Matched by Design Paperback

No Match for Love Series

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SYNOPSIS

A fashion designer burying her pain. A surgeon drowning in guilt. Can their relationship survive a fake engagement—and find a second chance at love?

Jasmine needs a fake fiancé, and fast. After quitting college to pursue fashion, she’s finally working on a celebrity wedding. The bride’s even asked her to spend a week in Isla del Amor as part of the gig. But when the groom flirts with Jasmine, the bride declares no single women can attend the wedding—and Jasmine blurts out that she’s engaged, even though the only man she wants ghosted her two months ago.

Dr. Isaac Sloan is desperate to fix the unfixable. Two months ago his best friend—and Jasmine’s older brother—fell off a cliff while Isaac watched helplessly from below. When Jasmine’s grief combines with Isaac’s guilt at not saving his friend, the only thing Isaac knows to do is disappear. But when he runs into Jasmine at a café, she introduces him to her pop star client as her fiancé.

Isaac isn’t ready to face his demons, but Jasmine needs his help. As they work together to keep up pretenses in Isla del Amor, their true feelings fight against deep hurt. Can their relationship survive a second chance at love?

This full-length contemporary romance can be read as a stand alone and comes with a guaranteed happily ever after. It features snappy dialogue, complex characters, and laugh-out-loud scenes. If you love best friends romances, then you'll love Matched by Design. Grab your copy today!

Jasmine, an up-and-coming fashion designer, has been offered the opportunity of a lifetime working on a celebrity wedding—but only if she can fool the bride into believing she has a fake fiancé. Can Jasmine and Dr. Isaac Sloan, her former flame, pull off the charade?

MAIN TROPES

✅ friends to lovers

✅ fake fiancé

✅ second chance romance

✅ brother's best friend

✅ doctor romance

✅ forced proximity

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CHAPTER ONE

Jasmine had often envisioned how she would spend her twenty-first birthday—sipping Mai Tais in Hawaii was her favorite fantasy, with a well-muscled man in swim trunks stretched out on the pool lounge beside hers, dark skin glistening in the sunlight. But the reality was proving far different.

She took a steadying breath, trying to calm her nerves. The work room at Dallaire Designs was usually her happy place. Sometimes she dreamed about this smell—the earthy scent of dozens of different textiles, everything from wool to organza, mixed with the sharper tang of the mechanical oil used to keep the sewing machines running smoothly.

Her ears echoed with the hum of dozens of treadles, the sound punctuated by the whoosh of fabric shears gliding along cloth. The noisy air conditioner shuddered on, sending a precious breeze across Jasmine’s bare neck and knocking a strand loose from the twist she’d secured with a pencil. The work room was always warm, the friction from so many machines generating an uncomfortable amount of heat.

Jasmine glanced down at her worn sketch, then back at the two bolts of fabric stacked on her workstation. The soft silver chiffon would be perfect for the bridesmaid dresses with a sweetheart neckline and high-low skirt. At least, she hoped Skye would think so. The bride had scrapped the nearly finished dresses that were Genevieve’s design after catching a glimpse of one of Jasmine’s sketches.

Genevieve hadn’t been happy about that, and Jasmine had felt the thin ice she was standing on start to crack under the strain. If anything went wrong with these bridesmaid dresses, Jasmine knew she’d be clearing out her work station before she could blink.

Should she go with the platinum instead of the silver? Jasmine pursed her lips together, glancing between the two fabrics as she tried to envision the dress in each color. What she wouldn’t give for enough time to do a rough construction of each.

She ran her hand over each bolt, the fabric gliding through her fingers like water. Twenty-one years old and already worried the wrong fabric choice could tank her career—or at the very least get her fired.

Maybe she should have stayed in college. If she hadn’t dropped out two years ago for the unpaid internship with Dallaire Designs, she’d be close to graduating by now.

But no, she’d made the right choice. She’d hated school. Here, she’d been lucky enough to attend Paris Fashion Week. She’d been promoted to junior designer. And the time and a half pay she would earn while on a private island in the Florida Keys for Skye’s wedding would get her one step closer to opening her own design house.

No one would know the design was hers—Genevieve’s name would be the only one mentioned in magazines, and besides, most of the focus would be on the wedding dress—but just knowing Skye had picked her design gave Jasmine the confidence boost she desperately needed after the trauma of the last two months.

The rapid click of heels against the concrete floor interrupted Jasmine’s musings. Sasha, Genevieve’s assistant, had the deepest furrow yet between her brows. She was only a few years older than Jasmine, but carried her stress like a weight and it aged her a decade.

Jasmine set down the sketch, stomach knotting. “She showed up early?”

Sasha adjusted her glasses, giving a sharp nod. “Yes, and she’s asking for you.”

Jasmine gathered up the bolts of fabric, biting back a curse. She was used to flighty bridezillas, but Skye was in a category all her own.

“Did Genevieve mention me?” Jasmine asked as they speed walked toward the elevators.

Sasha’s furrow deepened yet again. “I mean, I wouldn’t take a coffee break first, if that’s what you’re asking.”

Jasmine clutched the bolts of fabric more tightly to her chest, the granola bar that had served as lunch souring in her stomach.

Maybe Jasmine would make it to Hawaii for her twenty-second birthday. She could almost smell the hibiscus flowers. Taste the tangy pineapple. With a little luck, she’d have saved enough by then to quit her job at Dallaire Designs. This Florida Keys trip would certainly get her a lot closer to achieving that dream. Her brother, Mitch, had a lot of powerful connections and had offered to help Jasmine start her own design house, but she wanted to do it on her own merits.

The image of a man stretched out in a lounge chair flashed into her mind again, his dark hair closely shaved and amber eyes glittering in the Hawaiian sun.

Isaac hadn’t sent so much as a happy birthday text today. She’d thought a lifetime of friendship would warrant at least that much. But with the wedding a mere two weeks away, there wasn’t time to dwell on him.

The elevator doors slid open, and Skye’s shrill voice instantly filled the space.

“Stay sane,” Sasha whispered as Jasmine stepped off the elevator alone.

Lucky duck. Sasha got to escape up one more floor to the offices. Although Jasmine had a hunch that Skye’s voice was audible on the floor above, too.

Jasmine took a fortifying breath, glancing down at the bolts clutched in her arms. Hopefully Skye would pick a fabric and stick with it. The pop star changed her mind more often than a two-year-old in a toy store, but they were out of time.

At least Jasmine’s suffering hadn’t been prolonged. Skye wasn’t a fan of long engagements, and Drew, her famous quarterback fiancé, just seemed to be along for the ride. When a spot had opened up at Skye’s solidly booked dream venue, she’d snatched it up despite the date being only two months away.

A lot of things had been different two months ago. Jasmine’s brother Quincy had been alive. Isaac had still been her friend. Her heart hadn’t felt like it was constantly being squeezed by an industrial-strength juicer.

But opportunity waited for nothing. Not heartbreak. Not a twenty-first birthday. Not white sandy beaches.

Jasmine made her way down the hallway, through the showroom, and back to the fitting area. Skye’s voice grew louder with every step, and the ache in Jasmine’s neck and shoulders became more pronounced.

She paused outside the wide archway that opened into the fitting area. Skye stood on a pedestal in front of the floor-to-ceiling mirrors, the rough skeleton of a modified trumpet dress held to her body by pins and basting stitches. Luxurious bottle-blonde locks streaked with ombré pink fell around her shoulders, accentuating her pixie features and thin frame. Genevieve stood nearby, looking stunning as always in high-waisted slacks and a sleeveless blouse with a tape measure draped around her neck.

Jasmine dropped the bolts of fabric against one wall and did a quick check of the room, but it seemed only Genevieve and Skye were present today. The tension in Jasmine’s shoulders lessened just a little at the prospect of avoiding Drew. Her intense dislike of him was entirely irrational—there was no specific incident to justify her feelings. But something about him just made her feel uneasy.

Skye whipped around at the noise.

“Jasmine,” she said, holding out her arms.

“Sorry I’m late,” Jasmine said, even though she wasn’t. She accepted the hug and returned Skye’s air kisses. “Wow, this silhouette is stunning on you.”

“That’s what I’ve been telling her,” Genevieve said, her eyes narrowing as she stared at Jasmine.

Jasmine swallowed hard, trying not to let her nerves show.

“Look at me!” Skye held her hands out to her sides, then dropped them with a grimace. “My hips look gigantic in this thing. I can’t walk down the aisle like this.”

Genevieve’s smile tightened almost imperceptibly, and Jasmine folded her arms against the Epic Skye Meltdown she could sense on the horizon.

“Skye, honey, we’re leaving for the Florida Keys in a week,” Genevieve said. “This late in the game, I’m not sure we have time to start over again. And why would you want to? Your body was made for this silhouette. Not many brides can pull it off, you know.”

“And you’re totally pulling it off,” Jasmine broke in. “Every woman at the wedding will be green with envy.”

Skye’s lips curled up ever-so-slightly as she twisted this way and that, eyeing herself in the full-length mirrors. “Is this satin?”

“Charmeuse,” Genevieve said. “It doesn’t have quite as high of a sheen, but still flows beautifully.”

“I’m going to pop a seam the moment I try to dance in this. Viv!” Skye flapped her hands in front of her eyes, blinking rapidly as she bounced from foot to foot, doing a weird stationary jog. “I think I hate it.”

She’d also hated the five other dresses they’d started and discarded when Skye changed her mind. But they’d officially reached crunch time. If Skye waffled again, she’d be walking down the aisle in sweatpants and an over-sized T-shirt, close personal friends with the designer or not.

No wonder Jasmine was losing sleep at night over the design for the bridesmaid dresses. Skye had only ditched Genevieve’s nearly finished design in favor of Jasmine’s concept three days ago, but she was already exhausted from the constant stress.

Think of the money, she reminded herself. Think of the time and a half pay. Think how amazing it will feel to one day storm into Genevieve’s office and quit.

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