“I’ll challenge you to a game of Scrabble,” Slade ventured.

      Karma nodded and they settled down on the couch with the board between them. The room was illuminated only by the dim wavering light from the hurricane lamp nearby. Outside the wind rattled away and the ocean waves repeatedly battered the pilings beneath them. Every so often, the house would draw itself up, suck in its breath and give a shudder.

      Karma tried to ignore the hunky cowboy opposite her and studied the letters in her rack before slapping down the word east. Slade promptly added the letters B and R, making it breast.

      She raised her eyebrows.

      “It’s a word, right? It’s legal.” His expression was one of pure amusement.

      Karma added an O and one S, then a second S, making toss. Ah-ha, she thought, he’s beat.

      Slade reached over and, using an S, a K, followed by an I, he answered her with kiss.

      “Which,” he said softly, with the sexy look that she was coming to know so well, “wouldn’t be a bad idea.”

      Dear Reader,

      There I was on a flight to Miami reading the airline in-flight magazine. There she was, a professional matchmaker, smiling up from the page in all her glossy perfection. Cool job, I thought.

      I recalled an elderly friend telling me how her happy marriage had been arranged by a yenta, the yiddish term for the neighborhood busybody who excelled at finding marriage partners. The phrase Rent-a-Yenta sprang into my mind, and thus the Rent-a-Yenta dating service was born.

      As you read the stories of Karma and Azure O’Connor, the heroines in my Double Duets volume, I hope you’ll agree with me that even if true love comes along only once in a blue moon, it’s always worth the wait!

      Best wishes and happy reading,