A Match Made in Heaven?

Chapter One (#ue1b12b64-e378-58e1-aaa2-3cc014ccdd78)

Chapter Two (#u7ae381b6-081a-554b-b7a9-8736e423f62c)

Chapter Three (#ub3b818cd-e4a4-5ce5-918d-5b4c1f088125)

Chapter Four (#u9b4dfd8d-3fcb-5c7e-92f3-ee94378c556e)

Chapter Five (#u7b2e53d4-e5f0-5ce2-b17d-fa3c5c8c6eb6)

Chapter Six (#ued6d8fc9-b16b-5a97-aac5-3ad47800c51c)

Chapter Seven (#uef0ef235-f0cc-5605-b5a6-9326b0a67c84)

Chapter Eight (#u7020f0f7-fdbd-5e3d-a791-4dc1a50e80b3)

Chapter Nine (#uaddd866d-af64-51c4-a972-0c1914ff6a38)

Chapter Ten (#litres_trial_promo)

Chapter Eleven (#litres_trial_promo)

Chapter Twelve (#litres_trial_promo)

Chapter Thirteen (#litres_trial_promo)

Chapter Fourteen (#litres_trial_promo)

Chapter Fifteen (#litres_trial_promo)

Chapter Sixteen (#litres_trial_promo)

Chapter Seventeen (#litres_trial_promo)

Chapter Eighteen (#litres_trial_promo)

Chapter Nineteen (#litres_trial_promo)

Chapter Twenty (#litres_trial_promo)

Chapter Twenty-One (#litres_trial_promo)

Chapter Twenty-Two (#litres_trial_promo)

Chapter Twenty-Three (#litres_trial_promo)

Chapter Twenty-Four (#litres_trial_promo)

Chapter Twenty-Five (#litres_trial_promo)

Chapter Twenty-Six (#litres_trial_promo)

Chapter Twenty-Seven (#litres_trial_promo)

Chapter Twenty-Eight (#litres_trial_promo)

Chapter Twenty-Nine (#litres_trial_promo)

Chapter Thirty (#litres_trial_promo)

Epilogue (#litres_trial_promo)

About the Author (#litres_trial_promo)

Also by Sun Chara (#litres_trial_promo)

About HarperImpulse (#litres_trial_promo)

About the Publisher (#litres_trial_promo)

Prologue (#ub4f1fb91-2fb8-5b5b-b4e0-03879c22a198)

May Day! Meddling mamma’s about to bust…

“What now?” Mirabella slapped her hands over her ears and shifted for a comfy spot at the base of the poplar. With her combat boots as pillow and her frizzy braid wrapped around her like a blanket, she’d been about to indulge in some off-duty snooze time.

May Day!

A niggle persisted, and she tuned into the call. “What d’ ya got?”

Matrimony emergency.

“Where?” She yawned and, lifting her lashes, glanced at the rain-drenched heavens. A crystal drop slid from a leaf; she opened her mouth and it landed smack on her tongue. “Mmm … not bad.”

Your turf.

“Uh, uh. Came to California for a little R&R remember?”

Take a rain check.

“Don’t mention rain.” She sprang bolt upright. Southern California was supposed to be sunshine, beaches and cute guys. Huh!

His chuckle crackled through the airwaves, tickling her ears.

“This is very inconvenient,” she grumbled.

Be a trooper, Bella. Shouldn’t take you long to wrap things up.

She hugged her knees and propped her chin on them, the fabric of her fatigues chaffing her skin, but she barely noticed. “Must I care about these humans?”