when you completed the section about sex…. I think you were telling the truth.”
Carly dug her fingers into her office chair. “It’s just a silly questionnaire.”
The corners of his mouth cocked into a smile. “I don’t think there’s anything silly
about this heat between us. I think we might do ourselves justice by seeing where it
She really should object, knowing what she knew about the fudged survey. But
with Matt, she didn’t want to be decent. She wanted to be delightfully bad.
Because no matter how wrong he was about the results, she hadn’t lied on every
He was right. When it came to sex, she and Matt were a perfect match….
I’ve often seen those matchmaking commercials on TV. You know, the ones with
those happy couples who look perfect for each other dancing to the promise of long-lasting love? The romantic in me smiles every time I see all those happilyever-afters packed into one thirty-second spot.The writer in me insisted there was a juicy story in there somewhere. For an angle,I knew it had to involve cheating of some sort. I wanted my heroine to lie throughher teeth on the survey, then get stuck being matched to the wrong guy. Ideally,
he’d be someone she knew. Even more perfect, someone she absolutely hated. Oh,
and in the midst of all that, she’d be forced to pretend to be his soul mate. After all,
what’s interesting about cheating if it doesn’t get a girl into trouble? So once the
details were in place, I ended up with a story that was a total blast to write.