Wanting a Mate: The M&M Mating Agency

By Celia Kyle and Mina Carter

Sometimes a gal's gotta admit defeat and decide how many cats she's gonna have when she's old and crazy…

 

Chloe Hall has tried every dating website out there and continues to connect with duds. Then her mother signs her up for a new dating—mating—service. Human or shifter, everyone is welcome as long as they're looking for love and not their next bang. Chloe doesn't care if her mate roars and sheds or howls and smells like wet dog. He'll be hers. It's not until she meets Holt—a massive, muscular, totally gorgeous werecougar—that she realizes she really will become a cat lady, and he absolutely drives her crazy.

 

Werecougar Holt Moore's animal is restless and craves things that scare the shit outta him: a mate, cubs, and a white picket fence. It doesn't seem to remember that cougars are solitary animals in the wild, which also applies to his human half. His cat is too dominant to tolerate other shifters and when he's on two legs, he towers over every human he meets. He's big and mean and that's how he likes it. Then he meets Chloe—curvy, luscious, human Chloe—and realizes he needs to add "possessive" and "biggest asshole on the planet" to his list of traits. Well, not all relationships are smooth sailing.

 

The M&M Mating Agency – They deal in matings, not chocolate.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Summerhouse Publishing
• Release date: Mar 30, 2023
• ISBN: 9798215680834

Celia Kyle

Ex-dance teacher, former accountant and erstwhile collectible doll salesperson, New York Times and USA Today bestselling author Celia Kyle now writes paranormal romances for readers who: 1) Like super hunky heroes (they generally get furry) 2) Dig beautiful women (who have a few more curves than the average lady) 3) Love laughing in (and out of) bed. It goes without saying that there’s always a happily-ever-after for her characters, even if there are a few road bumps along the way. Today she lives in central Florida and writes full-time with the support of her loving husband and two finicky cats.

Book preview

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The M & M Mating Agency

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We don’t deal in chocolate. We deal in mating.

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The M & M Mating Agency cordially invites single females as well as males of the furry persuasion—and not—to attend the monthly Meet & Mate get-together. This is not a free pass to Bang Town, but—

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Before Marilyn M. Roe finished handwriting the newest marketing invitation for their mating agency, her brother Maddox snatched the page from her hands. Bang Town? Really, Mari?

With a sigh, she spun her office chair around. Well, what else do testosterone dick-driven males call it? She raised her brows. "I’m open to suggestions, but Bang Town seemed less offensive than this is not a free pass to fuck every woman who walks through the door."

We don’t—

She snorted. Oh, you so do.

You’re being sexist.

She shook her head. No, I’m a realist.

You’re jaded.

"I’m experienced."

Nearing thirty and they still bickered with the best of them.

Thus, they entered the Great Stare Off of Doom. She would win. Her optometrist encouraged her to use moistening eye drops because she stared at a computer every day and—

Maddox pinched her arm. Hard. Ouch! Asshole! That’s cheating!

Your point? he drawled. She would so claw him the next time they went running. Just wait.

Mari opened her mouth to express her point in small, easily understood, four-lettered words but was cut off by the gentle tinkle of the bell above the front door.

They had a customer.

Their first!

They quickly switched from the Great Stare Off to the Great Shove of Victory as they fought to escape her office. Mari won. Yes, she had curves but her brother had the whole broad shoulders thing going on and she managed to inch ahead of him enough to force him to take a step back.

Victory!

Holding out her hand, she placed a broad smile on her face and approached the newcomer. Welcome, I’m Marilyn M. Roe, President— She ignored her brother’s snort. Of the M & M Mating Agency. How can I help you?

Uh, I’m not here about me, the stranger was quick to rush out. Typical male. My brother Holt…

His brother. Right.

2

How did the song go? And another one bites the—takes a ride on the rejection train…

No, that wasn’t right, but it definitely applied. Gah, Chloe hated dating. Hated it with a capital Fuck and You.

She shook her head and slid her house key into the lock. A quick turn and she was granted entrance into her home. The moment she stepped inside, she flicked on the small lamp to the left of the door and immediately moved to the alarm keypad nearby—the keypad that was not flashing or beeping or doing anything that resembled an active alarm counting down. It was off. It was never off. Even when she was home, it was on.

Unless it wasn’t. Like now. Which meant…

Chloe’s heart thundered, pumping blood and adrenaline through her body as she dug through her bottomless purse. She sought her bottle of salvation to give whomever turned her alarm off a face full of pepper spray. And not the cheap stuff. She’d ordered this awesome aerosol canister off the Internet. Guaranteed to put her assailant on the ground in two seconds. She was one badass bottle wielder.

Chloe crept through her home as she looked for an intruder.

Tiptoe through the house and fuck this burglar up.

Movement grabbed her attention. Bright, glaring light invaded her vision, blinding her, and she reacted on instinct. Her hand flew up and depressed the button, spraying the room in a sweeping arch in hopes she hit whoever had turned on the light. Or… not. Because the stupid button wouldn’t go down. She was going to die due to a safety feature. She did not feel very fucking safe.

She was so getting a refund.

You have to flick that little tab there, sweetheart. Do you want me to do it for you? The ever-present click-clack of a woman’s high heels on Chloe’s hardwood floors

Reviews for Wanting a Mate

[abingcat21 · Rating: 5 out of 5 stars]

Too short! Too yummy!! Aaaarrrrrggghhhh... DEFINETLY More pretty please ..please??