Annabelle is tired of being the lone failure in a family of overachievers. Now, all she has to do to become the Windy City's hottest matchmaker is to land the city's hottest bachelor as her client. How hard can that be With his money green eyes and calculated charm, Heath Champion is the best sports agent in the country, so why does he need a matchmaker True, Annabelle has a certain quirky appeal. But Heath is searching for the ultimate symbol of his success -- the perfect wife. And to make an extraordinary match, he needs someone like ... thin, rich, utterly fabulous Portia Powers, the owner of Power Matches, who'll do whatever it takes to find Mrs. Right for the city's very own Jerry Maguire. Soon everyone in Chicago has a stake in the outcome. When Annabelle promises she'll do anything to keep her star client happy ... does she mean anything If Annabelle isn't careful, she just might find herself going heart-to-heart with the toughest negotiator in town -- a man who's beginning to ask himself: Exactly how perfect does perfect have to be
Annabelle Granger desperately needs an A-list client like sports agent Heath Champion to launch the matchmaking service she inherited from her grandmother. Luckily, she has an in with the Chicago Stars; unlucky for her, Heath already has a matchmaker. Annabelle doesn't let little details deter her. Phillips returns to her Chicago football world, bringing back Phoebe Calebow in all her sharp and brilliant glory. Male characters play more than a supporting role here, and reader Anna Fields has a naturally deep voice that is up to the task, making Heath appealing despite his workaholic, one-track mind. She is less successful with Annabelle, who sounds too old and self-assured for the part. However, the subplot with alternative matchmaker Portia Powers almost steals the show, and Fields couldn't be more effective showing the brittle exterior masking deep-seated fear and longing. Not as brilliant as It Had To Be You, the story is still funny and fast-paced and recommended for public libraries.-Jodi L. Israel, MLS, Jamaica Plain, MA Copyright 2006 Reed Business Information. -- PUBLISHERS WEEKLY.
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1 . really enjoyed it!
Posted June 06, 2010 by loves2read , hilo,hifirst book i read from this author and it was funny, witty and sexy
2 . Fun romance read during football season!
Posted March 26, 2010 by carried_away , San Diego, CAThe characters and plot in this football related series give me a good laugh and something to do while my hubby is watching football.
3 . Funny, Sex, and Romantic
Posted May 03, 2009 by Kim , Star, IDBoth Annabelle and Heath are funny . If you love sports romances stories you will enjoy this book.
August 29, 2006
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Excerpt from Match Me If You Can by Susan Elizabeth Phillips
If Annabelle hadn't found a body lying under "Sherman," she wouldn't have been late for her appointment with the Python. But dirty bare feet stuck out from beneath her nana's ancient Crown Victoria. One extremely cautious glance under the car revealed they were attached to a homeless man known only as Mouse, who was famous in her Wicker Park neighborhood for his lack of personal hygiene and fondness for cheap wine. An empty screw-top bottle lay near his chest, which rose and fell with the sounds of his wet snorts. It testified to the importance of her appointment with the Python that she momentarily considered trying to maneuver the car around the body. But her alley parking space was too tight.
She'd allowed plenty of time to get dressed and make the trip downtown for her 11 a.m. appointment. Unfortunately, obstacles kept creeping up, beginning with Mr. Bronicki, who'd caught her at the front door and refused to leave until he'd had his say. Still, this wasn't an emergency yet. All she had to do was get Mouse out from under Sherman.
She gingerly prodded his ankle with her foot, noting as she did that the emergency mixture of Hershey's chocolate syrup and Elmer's glue she'd applied to a scuff mark on the heel of her favorite pair of strappy sandals hadn't entirely camouflaged the damage. "Mouse?"
He didn't stir.
She prodded him more vigorously. "Mouse, wake up. You have to come out of there."
Nothing. Which made it time to revert to more drastic measures.With a grimace, she bent over, gingerly picked up one filthy ankle, and gave it a shake. "Come on,Mouse.Wake up!"
Nada. If it weren't for his slurpy snorts, he might have been dead.
She shook him more vigorously. "This happens to be the most important day of my professional life, and I could use a little cooperation here."
Mouse wasn't interested in cooperation.
She needed more leverage. Gritting her teeth, she carefully slid up the skirt of the buttercup yellow raw silk suit she'd bought yesterday for 60 percent off at a Field's Day sale and crouched by the bumper. "If you don't get out from under there, I'm calling the police."
She dug her heels into the ground and yanked on both filthy ankles. The morning sun beat down on her head. Mouse rolled over just far enough to wedge his shoulder under the chassis. She yanked again. Beneath her jacket, the white sleeveless shell she'd chosen to complement Nana's pearl teardrop earrings had begun to stick to her skin. She tried not to think about what was happening to her hair. This hadn't been the best time to run out of styling gel, and she prayed the ancient can of industrial-strength Aqua Net she'd found under the bathroom sink would tame the bedlam of her red curls, always the curse of her existence but especially so during a humid Chicago summer.
If she didn't get Mouse out in the next five minutes, she was in serious trouble. She made her way around to the driver's-side door. Her knees cracked as she crouched down again and peered into his slack-jawed face. "Mouse, you have to wake up! You can't stay here."