I have a knack for finding my friends their soulmates. I’m responsible for their happy ever after’s. Their ‘I do’s’ and ‘Til death do us part’s.’
Everything was fine and dandy until the day he walks into my shop requesting my services. He’s not my typical match but anything for the name of love, right?
Except I couldn’t be more wrong. The more he tries to find his one and only, the more I start falling for the Star Wars quoting, thick, black glasses wearing, super nerdy computer boy.
The only way to get Oliver Stark to notice me is to go from matchmaker to matchbreaker.