The Sheriff's Little Matchmaker

The Sheriff's Little Matchmaker

by Carrie Nichols

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ISBN-13: 9781640636477
Publisher: Entangled Publishing, LLC
Publication date: 10/08/2018
Sold by: Macmillan
Format: NOOK Book
Pages: 240
Sales rank: 72,277
File size: 2 MB

About the Author

A 2016 RWA® Golden Heart® winner, Carrie Nichols is a hardy New Englander who traded snow for central AC when she moved to the Deep South. She loves to travel, is addicted to British crime dramas, and knows a Seinfeld quote appropriate for every occasion. Carrie has one tolerant husband, two grown sons, and a highly opinionated cat. To her dismay, Carrie's characters, much like her family, often ignore the wisdom and guidance she lovingly offers.

Carrie loves to hear from her readers. She can be reached at authorcarrienichols@gmail.com
Visit Carrie’s website for announcements on upcoming releases and entertaining flash fiction: http://carrienichols.com/
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CHAPTER 1

"I've got money riding on this, so you better make it good," Sasha Honeycutt boldly cautioned the man in the black cowboy boots. He wore dark jeans with a classic white oxford shirt and black sport coat, but those boots coupled with the silver star belt buckle gave her goose bumps. Good Lord, he was even more gorgeous up close than he'd been from across the crowded French Quarter piano bar.

"Don't you worry, cher, I'll take good care of you." The stranger leaned closer, his obsidian eyes glittering as one corner of his generous mouth lifted.

Damn. Why hadn't someone warned her those fruity, rum-filled hurricanes were lethal? As in, betting she could get a stranger to kiss her lethal. Her friends had teased that even on a wild weekend in a city known for debauchery, she was unable to cut loose. Emboldened by alcohol, she'd set about proving she wasn't a prude.

Even in her ridiculously high heels, Sasha had to stand on her tiptoes. The man was a freaking giant. She grabbed onto his upper arms to steady herself. Thoughts of bulging biceps and hot skin swirled through the fog in her brain.

His arms encircled her and calluses brushed her bare skin. She shivered, unsure if she should rejoice or curse her open-backed dress. He groaned deep in his throat and those rough fingers tightened their hold, crushing her against his hard chest. Rejoice the dress!

Slowly, as if he enjoyed the anticipation, his mouth descended to meet hers.

A tilt of his head and her brain stopped functioning as his lips explored and devoured hers. Warmth gathered in places that had been cold for way too long. When she made a soft mewling sound in her throat, he licked the corner of her mouth. Her fingertips dug into the muscles on his arms while his tongue ran circles around her lips until they tingled. She parted them, his tongue slid along hers, and just like that, he took charge of what had started as her big experiment. Her whole world focused on the sweet agony that was his mouth. Growing bolder, she scraped her tongue against the edges of his teeth and entered, sending shivers down to her toes. He tasted like fine whiskey and expensive cigars.

A discreet cough crashed her back to the world of the piano bar. The clinking of ice dropping into empty glasses, the strains of a Billy Joel tune on the piano, the mutter of voices and occasional bursts of laughter assaulted her.

Someone close to them cleared their throat and said, "Bon Dieu, even here in N'Oarlinns we have decency laws."

"Mais oui, the fire department is on the way," a male voice on Sasha's other side chimed in.

She jumped back, wobbling in her three-inch heels. The stranger's hand snaked out and steadied her. "Thanks."

"Thank you." His hand still wrapped around her arm, he glanced over Sasha's shoulder to her two friends seated at a table along the brick wall. "I hope you won your bet."

"I'm sure I did." Her face burned so hot she swore she could smell charred skin. No one would be able to call her a prude ... at least not tonight. She'd noticed him when he'd leaned against the bar and surveyed the room. His gaze had swept the room, landing on her, and she'd wondered aloud if he kissed as good as he looked. Her friends, of course, seized on the idea, and the rest was history.

She tugged her arm, and he dropped his hand. Glancing back at her girlfriends, whose mouths hung open, she gave them what they referred to as "Sasha's stink eye." She backed away from the stranger and motioned with a tilt of her head for her friends to follow.

"How much?"

The stranger's deep voice stopped her, and her gaze went straight to his mouth. Look away. "P-pardon?"

His lips quirked up on one side. "How much did you win, cher?"

"Twenty dollars."

His dark eyebrows shot upward into the lock of lush ebony hair that had flopped over his forehead during the kiss. Way to go, Sasha. She winced. Why couldn't that dang rum have stripped her of her honesty along with her sanity?

The sandy-haired man standing next to her stranger hooted with laughter and slapped him on the back. "Hear that? You're worth a whole twenty dollars."

Someone snickered. "I'll double that to see a replay."

The remarks were a bucket of cold water dumped over her head. Spinning away, she hurried toward the exit as fast as her damn shoes allowed. Reaching the open doorway, the balmy air welcomed her like a wet towel thrown over her face. She'd never ever again wear heels. Or a backless dress. Or drink rum.

She waited in the doorway for a walking tour to pass, everyone craning their necks while their animated guide called attention to various locations. Once there was a gap in the pedestrians, she walked half a block to Bourbon Street to wait for her friends.

Even on a non-holiday weekend in April, revelers crowded the closed-off street, drinking and tossing Mardi Gras beads. Purple, green, and gold baubles littered the cobblestones, because women of all ages bared their breasts for the cheap necklaces thrown from wrought iron balconies. Sasha pulled up and rearranged the halter straps on her dress.

Karen and Denise caught up to her, and the three of them headed toward Canal Street.

"Wow, he was smokin' hot. You go, girl." Karen looped her arm through Sasha's and giggled. "We didn't think you had it in you."

"Looks like our plan to drop her off at the convent we saw this afternoon is out," Denise said.

Sasha shook her head and regretted the gesture when the pastel-colored buildings lining the street spun. She leaned on Karen. "What I have in me is rum and way too much of it."

"Did he kiss as hot as he looked?" Karen glanced wistfully back toward the piano bar.

"Better." Sasha touched her lips. She hadn't kissed a man in five years. She pushed the guilt down. She hadn't done anything wrong — foolish, but not wrong. This was her taking back her life.

A man in an ill-fitting tuxedo stepped in front of them and motioned toward a darkened doorway. "Half price drinks for ladies as pretty as you three."

Karen's steps slowed, but Sasha pulled her along. "No thank you."

They passed a brightly lit souvenir shop, its dusty windows chock-full of faded T-shirts with suggestive sayings, music blaring through the open door.

"You should have danced with him." Karen tilted her head.

"Not in these heels."

"How are we supposed to live vicariously through you if you live like a nun? That's no fun." Denise took Sasha's other arm.

Sasha clucked her tongue. "You're both happily married. Why would you need to live through me?"

"Because you can still kiss hot strangers." Karen wrinkled her nose. "What is that smell?"

Denise shook her head. "I don't think we want to know."

They stepped off the sidewalk to avoid a group of young boys laughing at a window display of sex toys. Sasha stumbled on the uneven cobblestones and clung to Karen, who was staring behind them.

"Look at that. One of those boys still has braces. Should we say something?"

Denise snorted. "Like what? I'm going to tell your momma?"

Karen continued staring. "I just think ..."

"I want to get back to the room. Not start trouble," Sasha said.

A raggedly dressed adolescent boy approached and pointed at Sasha's feet. "I bet you twenty dollars I can tell you where you got those shoes at."

Before Sasha could respond, a uniformed police officer approached, and the kid darted away, blending back into the crowd.

"Ladies." The officer nodded and offered a smile as he passed.

Denise elbowed Sasha. "Ooh, he's cute."

"He's probably very nice." And married to his job. And his poor wife won't even realize until he's gone that her husband was someone she barely knew, someone who shared more with his work partner than his life partner. Someone gone in the blink of an eye, leaving broken hearts and shattered dreams behind.

Yeah, there was no way she'd ever get involved with another man in law enforcement. It wasn't worth the inevitable heartache.

* * *

After a week of putting her New Orleans adventure behind her where it belonged, Sasha sat in her second-grade classroom in Rose Creek, Texas, a stone's throw from the Louisiana border. She'd been in town a month and a half, and she was starting to finally feel at home. Which meant she could find her way to Target without taking a wrong turn. She double-checked the manila folder to be sure it contained everything she needed for her upcoming conference with Evangeline Fontenot's father. Since she'd stepped in as long-term sub so close to the end of the year, she wanted her first parent/teacher meeting to be perfect. If she could prove herself, this job and her fresh start would be permanent. No more being pigeonholed. She'd decide who she was going to be. Pulling out the papers, she stood them up and tapped them on the desk to be sure they lined up before returning them to the folder.

"Is that what you're wearing?" Angie Cunningham, the kindergarten teacher, strolled into Sasha's room.

Sasha glanced down at her navy blue vest. The appliquéd red apples, yellow school bus, and colorful crayons worked wonders at hiding marker stains and the occasional glob of glue. "It's what I've had on all day. It's very respectable and appropriate for meeting with a parent."

Of course it wouldn't be appropriate for tonight's date, but she would have plenty of time after the conference to go home and change. And to worry that dating had somehow changed in the last five years. Meeting people hadn't. She'd spotted him in the grocery store's frozen food aisle and couldn't help noting his small basket was filled with prepared foods, an indicator he might be single. At least that's what several articles on the internet had suggested. Then the handsome veterinarian had introduced himself over the self-service salad bar and asked her out when they both ended up in the limited items line at the checkout.

It was refreshing to no longer be "that policeman's poor widow" and expected to mourn forever, as if her moving on would somehow rob a still grieving family and a town of their hero. Wasn't five years long enough? Moving on didn't mean she wouldn't miss Jimmy or that she hadn't loved him. Clearing her brooding thoughts, she checked her watch and frowned. Sheriff Fontenot was late, which wasn't a great start to their meeting, her date preparations, or the new beginning she could see on the horizon.

Angie leaned against the desk, drawing Sasha's attention. She shook her head. "He's a parent and I —"

"Remy Fontenot isn't just any parent." Angie primped her silver bob. "I may be a grandmother, but I can ogle as if I were thirty like you. If you're not drooling in five minutes, I'm checking you for a pulse."

Sasha rolled her eyes, brushed cracker crumbs off her dress slacks, and touched her hair. It hadn't taken long to learn the humidity of her new home was not hair-friendly. In this morning's sticky heat, she'd pulled the riot of blond waves into a bun at the back of her head and forgotten about it ... until now. "He's a parent. And he's late. I don't see what —"

"My dear girl." Angie tapped her hand on Sasha's desk, shaking her head. "Have you seen the man?"

"Well, no, I haven't had the pleasure." But she had to admit to being curious when several other teachers remarked on her luck at having "the Fontenot girl" in her class. At first Sasha had thought it was because Evie was bright, cooperative, and inquisitive — every teacher's ideal student. Now, she realized their envy had nothing to do with the daughter and everything to do with the father. Well, Sasha didn't care how attractive the sheriff was, she wasn't about to get involved with him, especially since he was a parent.

Angie sighed. "And what a pleasure it is."

Footsteps in the hall cut off any further conversation. Angie reached across the desk and squeezed Sasha's arm. "Lucky you. I wish I could've held little Evie back for a few years."

The footsteps came closer. Angie raised her pencil-thin eyebrows, grinned like a Cheshire cat, and hurried out the door. Sasha looked down at her vest and then back to the open door. The sheriff couldn't be that good- looking. If he was so spectacular, why was he single? Her coworkers were just being silly. Or he had flaws that weren't visible.

"Good afternoon, Sheriff Fontenot, so good to see you again." Angie's voice floated in from the hallway.

"Always a pleasure, Mrs. Cunningham. I assume I've got the correct classroom?"

The hair on the back of Sasha's neck stood at attention. Something about that deep, silky voice ...

"Oh, yes, Miss Honeycutt has been expecting you."

The sheriff appeared in the doorway.

Oh no.

Sasha resisted the urge to dart under her desk. Barely. It was the same lush, ebony hair, the same dark eyes and generous mouth. His broad shoulders and muscular frame lent authority to the knife-edge creases in his khaki uniform. A duty belt hugged his trim waist, and his badge glinted in the late afternoon sunlight streaming through the windows. She straightened the framed picture on her desk.

She stood but didn't gain much of an advantage in today's sensible ballet flats. This had to be some sort of cosmic joke. What happened in New Orleans was supposed to stay in New Orleans. Or did that apply only to Vegas?

She removed a pen someone had stuck in her pencil cup.

He strolled into the middle of the room, extended his hand, and froze. "You! I didn't recognize you for a second. You're all ... all ... teachery."

Sasha forced her hands to stop their nervous movements. Teachery? Okay, so the vest wasn't exactly sexy, but the way he said it made her wish she'd worn something less ... frumpy.

"This is rather ... awkward, Sheriff." She used his title as a reminder that her marriage had vaccinated her against getting romantically involved with lawmen, no matter how delicious. Judging him because of his occupation was wrong, but self-preservation was a strong motivator.

"Awkward isn't the word I'd use." His dark eyes gleamed. "And please, call me Remy."

She cleared her throat. "Well, Sheriff, what word would you use?"

Good grief, why did you even ask that? Let it drop.

"I like fortuitous." His mouth crooked at one corner. "And it's Remy."

"Yes, well." That seductive grin electrified her nerve endings until they could power the entire town. Curiosity won out and she had to ask. "Why would you call it fortuitous?"

"Because you disappeared that night and didn't even leave a glass slipper to help me identify you. Your girlfriends were gone, too. By the time I'd recovered my wits, you and your friends had vanished into the night ... like vampires." He rested his hand — the one he'd extended in greeting upon entering — on his duty belt above his weapon.

Now she knew where those calluses came from. She gulped. "May-maybe I didn't want to be found."

He pointed an index finger in a gotcha gesture. "And that's why I'm calling today's meeting fortuitous."

Goose bumps broke out on Sasha's arm, and she wished he'd stop using that word. The way it rolled off his tongue reminded her of the exquisite feelings that same tongue had aroused, and that was something she shouldn't know about a student's father.

Think about something else, Sasha. Anything else. Like how did he keep those knife-edge creases in his shirt all day? She gripped the fabric of her slacks between her thumb and forefinger, trying to look less wrinkled, trying to drag air into her lungs, trying to recover her equilibrium. For the first time since she'd begun teaching, she wondered if she'd be able to get through a parent conference.

No. No. No! She had to get through this, act professional. Her job was at stake. She refused to go back home with her tail between her legs. Just imagine all the sympathetic clucking if she did. And she wasn't sure she had another cross-country, fresh-start move in her.

"Yes, well, moving on. I want to thank you for coming in today, Sheriff. I wanted to talk to you about Evie." That's it, stick to the script. Be professional.

"Why won't you call me —" He stopped and raised his eyebrows. "You mean you honestly asked me here to talk about Evie?"

She blinked. "Of course. Why else?"

"I thought maybe you'd tracked me down." He tilted his head and studied her, his dark-eyed gaze roaming over her.

(Continues…)



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The Sheriff's Little Matchmaker 4.3 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 16 reviews.
Anonymous 7 months ago
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SuZ2Reader 9 months ago
The Sheriff’s Little Matchmaker is author Carrie Nichols’ second novel. It is more charming that her first and fits soundly in Harlequin’s sweet-type of romances. It all starts with a kiss—Sasha’s friends, while they are on a girls’ weekend in New Orleans, bet her she won’t kiss a stranger. That kiss turns out to be earth-moving. Sasha is a widow, and after five years of mourning, she moves to Texas to start a new life as a substitute second-grade teacher. Her first parent-teacher conference is with Remy, who turns out to be the earth-moving kisser from New Orleans. Character-wise, Remy’s daughter, Evie, is a heart-stealing little junior matchmaker, trying to bring her father and her teacher together. Remy is a pretty standard hot dude. But Sasha is a bit of a mixture, claiming to be more independent than she is written.
belllla More than 1 year ago
3.75stars Remy a local sheriff is after meeting his daughter new teacher and is feeling very lucky because the teacher is the stranger that he kissed a few weeks back and couldn't find a trace. Sasha although very attracted to Remy is fighting their attraction with all excuses that she can. It is a sweet romance with ok characters and enough interesting plot that with all together makes an interesting book to read. I volunteered to review an ARC of this book for Netgelly
Sailon More than 1 year ago
The Sheriff's Little Matchmaker was a solid 3.5 star read for me. I found it cute and endearing with a young girl, 7, trying to match up her idolized hot new teacher with her divorcee dad. Some hemming and hawing on both sides being the only obstacle in the couples way. Cute cast, cute story and an enjoyable read. I received this ARC copy of The Sheriff's Little Matchmaker from Entangled Publishing, LLC - Bliss. This is my honest and voluntary review.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I received this ARC from Netgalley in exchange for an honest review. I am cross posting this review to my author blog as it’s a romance title. Do you like sweet romance? Sexy lawmen? A Cajun accent? I have a book you’ll love. The Sheriff’s Little Matchmaker by Carrie Nichols is a lovely sweet romance. Sasha is tired of being that poor widow after her husband was killed in the line of duty, so she moves to Rose Creek, Texas. Remy is the town’s sheriff, and a single father. Evie is his daughter and Sasha’s student–who knows what she wants. Evie orchestrates a meeting between Sasha and Remy, without knowing that Remy was the stranger Sasha had been dared into kissing on a girl’s trip to New Orleans. When Remy sees the mysterious woman who disappeared after a blazing kiss in his daughter’s classroom, he’s thrown. Sasha is torn between shock and embarassment–things like torrid kisses were supposed to stay on vacation where they belong. Sasha and Remy can’t really stay away from each other. Sasha determinedly holds the line of “I’m your daughter’s teacher, I can’t date a parent,” although it’s a losing battle. But step by step, the sexy sheriff breaks down her walls. Which leaves the question of whether Sasha can bear to give her heart to another lawman, and if Remy wants more than just a mother for his daughter. The sexual chemistry between Sasha and Remy is electric. There is a steady build, and in any other book they would’ve fallen into bed within the first quarter of the book given that chemistry. I kept rooting for sex, and (spoiler) there is one sex scene, but it’s all off page, which is a bit of a disappointment. The way the sex scene is handled is a bit disappointing because it’s quite rushed, and not just because they’re lusting for each other and the sex happens off stage. There could’ve been a longer scene there to rebuild the tension that had deflated in the time since their last encounter. We get to see the events through both Sasha and Remy’s points of view. Unfortunately there were time when I got a bit confused who’s point of view we were in. The judicious use of Evie, Remy’s daughter/Sasha’s student is well done. Too often kids speak in inauthentic ways, but I think Evie is just about right (I have a daughter who is older than Evie and one who’s a bit younger). She’s obsessed with Sasha’s cat, loves Eloise, and is very interested in Sasha becoming her new mom. (Remy and her mom divorced when she was young.) My only real complaint is that Sasha keeps saying she won’t let a dominant personality dictate her actions, but that isn’t quite what happens. Remy is very much an alpha/in charge kind of character and for the most part Sasha gives in. I would have liked a little more spine.
Lori-Gonzo More than 1 year ago
I loved this story between Remy and Sasha! It was very romantic, cute, and sweet! The way they met was sexy hot. Remy is one sheriff that you can swoon over. He has that whole Cajun speak down along with his swagger. Sigh!!! Sasha is too cute for words. She is someone you could see yourself being friends with and wanting her to get her happy ending. I totally enjoyed how Remy pursued her. Sasha really never stood a chance of resisting him. The ending is perfect but I was not ready to say goodbye. I would love a future glimpse of their story. I received this book in exchange for an honest review from the publisher through Netgalley.
Wait-What More than 1 year ago
This is a cute, sweet romance. I loved the sheriff's Cajun side and the small town setting along with all the teasing between Sasha and Remy. I actually wanted more of Evie and her matchmaking. It felt like she disappeared in the middle of the book and I wanted more. I voluntarily read and reviewed a copy of this book. All opinions are my own.
Deb_from_Oz More than 1 year ago
Sasha Honeycutt is fed up she is over everyone only thinking of her as that poor police widow so she decides to move to Rose Creek, Texas but before she goes she has one final night out with friends in New Orleans and is dared to kiss a total stranger, she puckers up with atall studly cowboy and it is one hell of a kiss but then she walks away. Remy Fontenot can't believe the kiss that a stranger laid on him he is an expert at kissing at he knows a great kiss when he feels it but he is leaving New Orleans and returning home to Rose Creek so that is the end of thet. Imagine his surprise when he meets his daughter Evie's new teacher at a parent interview and it is the woman from New Orleans now he is determined to make her his. Only problem Sasa has no intention of anything to do with anyone who carries a badge she as the scars from that and doesn't intend to repeat it. She didn't take into account that a seven year old girl can see what they both really need and she will take matters into her own hands after all she wants a mother and has found the perfect match for her and her dad.
Lorizen More than 1 year ago
Sheriff Remy Fontenot!! Hot, hot, hot!! Panty melting hot. All alpha and bossy, but the sweetest father to his little girl. What a gem she is and she is indeed quite the little matchmaker. Sasha Honeycutt shares one smoking hot kiss while in New Orleans with friends who dare her to loosen up. "Go kiss a stranger." So she stepped outside her carefully constructed safe zone and kissed the hottest man she's ever put her eyes on. Easy. But she sure didn't forget that kiss. She moved to Louisiana to get away from the small town she lived in and tired of being seen as the poor widow. Her husband was a police officer and was killed in the line of duty. She needed to get away, so when a job came up to teach first grade in this small town her took it. Loving her new town and her job, she had called in a parent of a little girl, her work suddenly slipping. What Sasha got was the surprise of her life when Sheriff Remi Fontenot walks in, father to Evie to discuss reasons why her work might be slipping. All Remi sees is the woman who disappeared in the night and he turned half of New Orleans upside looking for her afterward and couldn't find her. Frustrated the mudbugs out of him and her she is. This man is on a mission and that mission is Sasha. Sasha is determined to keep things on a teacher/parent level but between Evie, who truly is a sweet child and Remy and his commanding self, the woman doesn't have a chance. The struggle was real here! What a great read this is! Carrie Nichols covered all the bases with this gem and it is a fantastic, fun and sexy read. And all the rest is lagniappe!! *arc from NetGalley and Entangled for an honest review*
Bette313 More than 1 year ago
This is a wonderful story that is cute, sweet and full of goodness and fun. I loved these characters especially little Evie and all her matchmaking ways. Remy is so fantastic and Sasha is a good fit for him although she tries to keep him at arms length. First of all he's a single dad of one of her students and that's a big no-no. Secondly, he's a lawman and she's vowed never to get entangled with one again. Been there, done that, had the painful loss to prove it. Sasha and Remy don't stand a chance when Remy's daughter Evie decides Sasha will make the perfect mom. She pulls out all the trick to get them together and she definitely makes this story. Trust me you don't want to miss this little matchmaker! I highly recommend it.
SherriBabb More than 1 year ago
This book was such a sweet romantic read. I read it in one sitting. Sasha and Remy first meant in a bar where Sasha kissed him because of a bet she had made with her friends. What a kiss it was. Weeks later and both of them were still feeling the effects of that kiss. Next time they meet is during a teacher parent conference. Sasha being the teacher and Remy being the parent. The chemistry was still there. I have to say that Remy is my new book boyfriend. From the way he talked to how sweet and sexy he was. I think he could melt the panties off any women. Sasha was just as sweet and kind. Both of them are still healing from past hurt and both of them have there feelings put behind a big brick wall. When you add in the match making of an adorable daughter and a couple of towns people and you have one amazing read. I am really hoping that Ethan's book is next. Thanks Net Galley. I voluntarily reviewed this book in exchange for an honest review.
ytcruz More than 1 year ago
If you are looking for a sweet, touching romance , with a 7 year old matchmaker , this one is the one for you. School teacher Sasha Honeycutt has been a policeman’s widow for 5 years, and the town she lived in New York didn’t let her forget it. In order to start with a clean slate in life, she takes a teaching position in Texas. Shortly after, during a weekend trip to New Orleans with some friends , she kisses a guy in a bar on a bet. Little did she know Remy, single Dad and sheriff, would be the father of one of her new students . This creates a problem. One, she shouldn’t date a parent of one of her students, and two , she vowed never to get involved with another cop. We are reminded that life is full of surprises and that matters of the heart cannot be controlled. As well as the fact that in life, there are no guarantees and sometimes what we thought we didn’t want, is exactly what we need. Another entertaining book by this talented author. I was entrusted this copy by Netgalley and Entangled Publishing. The opinions expressed are solely my own.
MyBookAddictionandMore More than 1 year ago
The Sheriff’s Little Matchmaker by Carrie Nichols is a sweet, clean, feel good story of love, and life, set against a small town background, in Rose Creek, Texas. Features, Sheriff Remy Fontenot, teacher Sasha Honeycutt, a 7 year old, Evie, sassy banter, sweet romance and a little girl determined to match her father with her new teacher. Would make a great Lifetime or Hallmark movie. Definitely, a feel good read! I enjoyed the characters and the plot, the sweetness of the two made for enjoyable reading. A quick read, perfect for a rainy day or on a chilly Autumn night. Thus was my first reading anything from this author, and I enjoyed this one. Plan to read more from Carrie Nichols. I voluntarily received a complimentary copy, however, these are my honest opinions. I was in no way required nor compensated to write a review.” Rating: 4 Heat rating: Sweet Reviewer: AprilR
MyBookAddictionandMore More than 1 year ago
The Sheriff’s Little Matchmaker by Carrie Nichols is a sweet, clean, feel good story of love, and life, set against a small town background, in Rose Creek, Texas. Features, Sheriff Remy Fontenot, teacher Sasha Honeycutt, a 7 year old, Evie, sassy banter, sweet romance and a little girl determined to match her father with her new teacher. Would make a great Lifetime or Hallmark movie. Definitely, a feel good read! I enjoyed the characters and the plot, the sweetness of the two made for enjoyable reading. A quick read, perfect for a rainy day or on a chilly Autumn night. Thus was my first reading anything from this author, and I enjoyed this one. Plan to read more from Carrie Nichols. I voluntarily received a complimentary copy, however, these are my honest opinions. I was in no way required nor compensated to write a review.” Rating: 4 Heat rating: Sweet Reviewer: AprilR
Linda__ More than 1 year ago
This is a sweet, feel good romance that made me smile. I loved Sasha, the police widow who struggles to get her life back after becoming a police widow. years before. Her small town kept her trapped and "untouchable" as a widow, so she moved across the country to start over in a different small town. She has sworn off getting involved with police officers, but one of her students engineers a meeting with Remy, the local sheriff and all around good guy loved by the community. Sparks flew between Remy and Sasha and I loved the struggle that each felt both individually and together. If you are looking for an engaging and fun tale, you have found it in this book. It's refreshing to read such a delightful story that is absent any swearing or sex (just one suggestion of it). This grandma loved this novel, but you could also let your teen read it without worrying about the content. This is the first book I've read by this author, but I'm looking forward to reading more by her.
Lashea677 More than 1 year ago
Sasha Honeycutt needs a new beginning, but is finding old habits are hard to break. What begins with a dare becomes a jumping off point for something more. At least, that's how Remy Fontenot sees it. He just has to convince the wary beauty to make him a permanent fixture in her life. He has the perfect co-conspirator. His precociously, irresistible 7-year old daughter. She knows what she wants and is determined to make it happen. Can fate and an adorable imp wear down Sasha's hard built walls and take shelter in her heart? The Sheriff's Little Matchmaker is where sweet and heat merge to create a sweetheart of a treat.