In Her Eyes

By Jeanette Lynn

Tired of the disappointment of the dating scene, Penelope Betten has chosen a different route for herself and signed up with Made to Match, a dating and match making service, choosing to become a mail-order bride.
She's hoping to find herself a special someone, a man to love her no matter what. Will she find what she's looking for with her arranged husband or is she doomed for a life of spinsterhood?
Bennard Ochulles gets the surprise of his life when his new bride shows up on his doorstep and isn't at all what he'd expected.
Is Ben even willing to keep his curvy, spunky, quick witted bride, or will he send her packing?

• Language: English
• Publisher: Jeanette Lynn
• Release date: Mar 16, 2014
• ISBN: 9781311185006

Jeanette Lynn

Jeanette Lynn lives with her Neanderthal, beyond awesome kiddlens, mini-dino water-ninja (turtle), slightly eccentric terrier mix, and hobbit pup. She enjoys creating quirky, offbeat characters in out of this world stories. And, of course, a good happy ending.Quirky, offbeat characters in out of this world stories. Finding love in unexpected places.Paranormal, contemporary, fantasy, sci fi, shifters, aliens, magic and matchmaking mayhem, there's a little bit of everything.

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In Her Eyes

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Jeanette Lynn

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In Her Eyes

Copyright 2014 by Jeanette Lynn

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Books by Jeanette Lynn

Cosmic Soul Mates Series

Stellar Proportions

Book 1

(Neyenn & Molilah)

Out Of This Orbit

Book 2

(Jaye & Darlah)

On Her Axis

Book 3

(Marre, Magenta & Perre)

(m/f/m)(no m/m)

Book 4 Coming Soon

The Brides of Mordenne Series

A Mate To Match

Book 1

In Her Eyes

Book 2

Other Books

Jingle Belled And Mistletoed

When She Least Expected It

(William Geralds from Jingle Belled And Mistletoed)

The Bridal Hunt

Reader advisory, contains: (m/f/m)

(no m/m)

Of Another Dimension

Reader advisory, contains: (m/f/m)

(no m/m)

Table Of Contents

Penelope- You can back out, Pen…

Ben- What the hell is going on?

Penelope- So much for following my gut instincts

Ben- I washed the dishes…

Penelope- I startled awake…

Ben- I paced the living room…

Penelope- After I’d calmed down a little…

Ben- My little wife is just full of surprises…

Penelope- I woke up and stretched my limbs…

Ben- I opened the door…

Penelope- I watched from my perch…

Ben- A week passed…

Penelope- I feigned sleep when…

Ben- I tried to call Penny…

Penelope- We could go to the movies…

Ben- We pulled up…

Penelope- I woke up just as…

Ben- Oh, they’re so precious!

Penelope- You can’t distract me forever…

Made To Match Headquarters

Epilogue

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About the author

Warning:

This book contains sexually explicit material intended for readers 18 and older.

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Penelope

"You can back out, Pen, there's still time. It's not too late, yet," Viv reasoned.

I rolled my eyes at her cajoling tone, snorted, and put the last of my things into my little red hatchback.

I closed the door with a hard slam and gave it a 'good job' pat for staying shut.

I'm surprised the door hasn't come off its hinges with all my stuff crammed into the back the way it is.

It's too late, Viv, and you know it. I've already decided. The papers are signed and as soon as I'm sure I haven't forgotten anything, I'm out of here. I gave her a rueful smile.

"It's just not... normal, Penelope," my sister, Vivienne, chided, trying her best to use a stern voice and failing miserably.

Someday she'll figure out that even though she's two years older, it doesn't give her any hold on me, whatsoever.

I'm impervious to it.

I shrugged mentally.

Until then... I'll let her have her fantasy.

I smiled at my snarky thoughts, then tuned back into her tirade.

It's positively barbaric, if you ask me! Who, in this day and age, becomes a mail order bride? You've never even met the man. What if he's a beater, huh, Pen? What are you going to do then? she questioned, voice high and almost squeaky, so full of anxiety about the whole thing, grasping at any angle she could think of to talk me out of it.

Beat him with a stick or murder him and bury him out by the wood shed, haven't decided which yet, I said with a serious expression, nodding my head thoughtfully, like I was seriously considering it, which of course, I'm not.

The agency I went through, Made to Match, was very thorough in their screening of candidates, or so they say, with thorough background checks and the whole lot, trying to make sure everyone is up to par.

I can't put my finger on it, but the woman I met with, the one who helped me through this whole process, was very up front from the beginning about everything.

She was very forthcoming, I felt, really open and honest, making me feel comfortable and at ease with them handling things, like I was in capable hands.

I had this sixth sense about her when we met, something that kept telling me I should trust her, to just go with it, so I followed my gut feeling.

Would you be serious, Pen, this isn't funny! Viv sighed, bringing me back, flapping her arms at me, exasperated at my quirky sense of humor.

She looks like a very distraught, blonde chicken.

...Clucking at me like a mother hen, flapping her arms- or in this analogy, wings- at me in distress.

I cracked a smile at that and let a small chuckle escape my lips.

Pen, are you even listening to me?! she demanded.

Nope, I said without any preamble and went back into the house to grab my purse and the directions to my new home, my new life.

"You still have time to meet a nice man here and marry him..." she started, then shut up when I gave her 'the look'.

You know, the look you give someone that says, 'Don't even go there'.

I’d tried dating and it always ended in disaster, some way or another.

The men liked my personality well enough, or so it seemed, but they always wanted to mold me into their image of the ideal woman.

In other words, they wanted me to starve myself into a size two.

I looked down at my shapely body and smirked.

Yeah… I don't think so.

I laughed at the idea.

I like my body just the way it is. I don't feel the need to change myself, just to please someone else.

Take me as I am or leave me be...

And considering I signed up for the mail order route, I would say the majority of the men I've dated chose the latter.

I like my curves and I enjoy good food, real food.

Not that bunny kibble people starve themselves with.

I love some greens on my plate, don’t get me wrong, just like any other person, but there better be some meat and maybe a potato too.

I’ve always been more on the bigger side of the spectrum and I tried the whole diet this and starve to that…

I lost some weight, yes, but I was miserable.

Didn’t take long for me to realize what I was doing to myself and knock it off.

Life is too short to spend it acting like a calorie spaz...

I'm not unhealthy about it or anything. I eat right. I just enjoy the good stuff too.

Heck, I even exercise regularly from time to time, when the mood strikes.

Does chasing after the ice cream man count?

Just kidding!

But anyways…

So I have a little jounce to my bounce.

So what?

I’m happy, I’m healthy, and that’s what matters.

Period.

I glanced over at Viv as she chewed her lip, clearly upset about me leaving our shared house to start my new adventure.

My new life.

A new beginning…

That's how I saw it... a new adventure, a new chapter in my life.

I want a family, a husband, a home, and I don't want to wait around forever for prince charming to ride in on his large white horse and sweep me away.

It could be a long wait.

Miss La Faeii, the director for Made to Match, has told me all about Bennard.

That's his name, my husband, the one I haven't met yet.

I know, sounds kinda crazy, but yeah, he’s my husband and we really are married.

She said he was a hard worker, enjoys nature, has a house of his own, has no family, but wishes to start one soon, and is looking for companionship and honesty in a future wife.

She also let me know that Bennard has a hereditary facial deformity. She said it didn't affect him in any way, other than his appearance.

Not being one to care all that much for the outer wrapper, I’m happy on Bennard's behalf, to hear that it didn't cause him any problems or anything, functioning wise.

It’s just a superficial issue.

It must be lonely, I thought, having no family at all... no one close like that to share things with... add to that a difference in your appearance that might put the more superficial types off...

Something touched my heart at that and, along with everything else she’d said about him, I picked him out of the other men she’d suggested would be suitable matches.

Through Made to Match, we each received a letter- they have you write one to a prospective bride or groom in the initial sign up process- explaining yourself, your wants, your needs, whatever you feel impertinent to say to a prospective, future partner in life.

Kind of like a peek at yourself, a little peek into the window of ‘you’.

His letter was short and to the point, stating much the same as Miss La Faeii had already told me, but I liked the precise and decisive manner in which he wrote things, seeming so sure of exactly what he wanted out of life, who he is, what he wants in a wife, what he hopes for the future.

I wonder if his facial deformity is why he had decided to enlist the help of an agency to find a spouse.

He seems like a strong, independent, smart, capable person.

He has his own business, he owns his own home... he has no obvious real issues, like drinking, doing drugs or a tendency towards violence or anything.

To me, he sounds like a catch.

If people are that stupid about things, like a hereditary abnormality, something someone has absolutely no control over, then their loss.

Appearances mean nothing, wolves often run around in sheep's clothing. The most sane looking people can be the most crazy and some who seem the sweetest, can turn out to be the most vicious.

When I was growing up, there was this man on our street, he was a big, thick, burly man with a long scruffy beard and a grim look about him.

He looked like he never smiled, maybe even ate little old ladies for breakfast.

You’d think he was the biggest hard ass you’ve ever seen, but if you saw him around town with his wife, escorting the petite, church going blonde wherever she needed to go, he was nothing short of gentlemanly with her, friendly, charming even, smiling down at her lovingly whenever she looked his way, completely smitten.

If you actually talked to him, he was really a nice guy, he just looked a little different.

It was a total contradiction to the initial impression everyone had already formed about him, just from his appearance alone.

It showed me first hand to look past