"Simon says: "The perfect match lights a lasting fire.""
Reviewed by Viki Ferrell
Posted September 16, 2009
Romance Contemporary
Dr. Simon Dodson is a professional matchmaker, and Cassie
Beaumont is running out of time (her biological clock is
ticking) to find her perfect husband, have her perfect
family and her perfect Christmas. At her best friend's
recommendation, Cassie makes an appointment with Simon and
pays him $30,000 to find her a husband. Simon requires Cassie to complete three tasks before he
introduces her to her "most suitable match." She volunteers
as a bell ringer for The Salvation Army, she volunteers as
an elf to help Santa with the children at the mall, and she
cooks a Christmas dinner for her not-so-kind neighbors. In
each of these tasks, Cassie learns new things about herself
and Simon learns what kind of person Cassie really is. In the process of completing her tasks, Cassie falls in
love with her matchmaker, Simon. He vehemently denies that
she is in love with him, stating that many of his
clients "think" they too have fallen in love with him. He
offers to return her money, but she refuses to take it and
refuses to meet the man Simon has chosen for her. Will Cassie find her "perfect match?" Watch love bloom all
around Cassie as she tries to convince Simon that he is the
perfect match to light her lasting fire in this delightful,
warm Christmas story. Debbie Macomber delivers
another wonderful seasonal tale that you are sure to enjoy.
SUMMARY
For Cassie Beaumont, it’s meeting
her perfect match. Cassie, at thirty-three, wants a husband
and kids, and so far, nothing’s worked. Not blind dates, not
the Internet and certainly not leaving love to chance.
What’s left? A professional matchmaker. He’s Simon Dodson,
and he’s very choosy about the clients he takes on. Cassie
finds Simon a difficult, acerbic know-it-all, and she’s
astonished when he accepts her as a client.
Claiming
he has her perfect mate in mind, Simon assigns her three
tasks to complete before she meets him. Three tasks that are
all about Christmas: being a charity bell ringer, dressing
up as Santa’s elf at a children’s party and preparing a
traditional turkey dinner for her neighbors (whom she
happens to dislike). Despite a number of comical mishaps,
Cassie does it all—and she’s finally ready to meet her
match. But just like the perfect Christmas gift, he turns
out to be a wonderful surprise!
What would the
holidays be without a Christmas story from Debbie Macomber?
ExcerptWho mails out Christmas cards before Thanksgiving?" Cassie
Beaumont lamented to her best friend.Angie Barber looked up from her microscope and seemed to
take an extra moment to consider what Cassie had just said.
"You got a Christmas card? Already?" Cassie wheeled her chair back to her station. "Can you
believe it?" "Who from?" "An old college friend. You wouldn't know her." Cassie
shrugged. "Jill married Tom two weeks after we graduated." "They have children?" Cassie caught the wisp of longing in Angie's voice and
answered with a nod. "Two, a boy and a girl, and of course
they're adorable." "Of course," Angie echoed. The Christmas card photo showed the four of them in matching
outfits of green and red. The mother and daughter wore
full-length green dresses with red-and-green plaid skirts.
Father and son had on three-piece suits with vests in the
same fabric as the dress skirts. It was too adorable for words. "There was a letter, as well." "Everything in their lives is perfect, right?" Angie asked. "Perfect in every way," Cassie grumbled. The unfairness of
it all was too much. Jill, who worked as a financial
planner, held down a forty-hour-a-week job, kept a
meticulous house and still managed to be a terrific
wife and mother. Despite all the demands on her time, she'd
mailed out her Christmas cards a full month in advance. "Is there a reason the perfect Jill sent her Christmas cards
so soon?" Angie asked. "Jill and Tom just moved into a new home and wanted to
update family and friends with their address change. Oh, and
there was a photo of the house and it was—" "Perfect," Angie finished for her. "Perfect doesn't begin to describe it." Angie watched her closely. "Do I detect a slight note of
envy?" she asked. "Slight envy? Me?" Cassie asked, exaggerating the words.
"Heavens, no. What you're hearing is a full-blown case of
jealousy. The green-eyed monster is alive and well." Cassie
rolled her chair to the end of a counter filled with an
assortment of microscopes, test tubes, slides and other
equipment, then stood, hands propped on her hips. "Do you
realize how long it's been since I've been on a real date?" "You went out with Greg last week," Angie reminded her. "Greg isn't a man," Cassie blurted out. "I mean, he is, but
not in the sense of someone I'm interested in," she said.
"Greg's…completely unsuitable as marriage material." She
didn't need to explain that, at thirty-four, the ticking of
her biological clock got louder by the year. Angie sighed. "I agree." He was eligible in practically every way but he happened to
be divorced and in love with his ex-wife. Unfortunately, he
hadn't figured that out yet. The entire date, if it could
even be called a date, was spent rehashing the tragedy of
his divorce. He went on and on about how much he missed his
three kids—and his ex-wife, if the number of times he
mentioned her name was any indication. The night had been
sheer drudgery for Cassie. It was her first and last date
with Greg. "The problem is, we don't meet many guys here at work,"
Angie said. Cassie was well aware of that. Since they were
holed up in a lab eight to ten hours a day, working as
biochemists for a plastics company, the opportunities to
socialize outside the job were limited. "What really hit home," Cassie said, "after receiving that
Christmas card, is how badly I want a family of my own." "I know." The longing was back in Angie's voice, too. "I don't understand why it's so hard to meet men. I'm
reasonably attractive, right?" Angie nodded enthusiastically. "Yes." "Thirty-four isn't so old, is it?" "Not really." Cassie shook her head and wondered why she was still single.
She wanted to be married, and she liked to think
she had the full package—five-five, dark hair, dark eyes.
She was attractive, as Angie had confirmed, and she was
smart, with a successful career, an engaging personality (if
she did say so herself) and plenty of friends. "I blame my
mother for this." "Your mother?" "I blame my father, too, even if he didn't stick around all
that long." "Or maybe because he didn't stick around." "Yeah, I guess. After the divorce, my mother was so down on
marriage, the whole idea terrified me." "But it doesn't anymore, does it?" "No. I want a husband and I'd really like children." She
grinned. "The ironic thing is, my mother's remarried." "Marriage seems to terrify your brother, too. Shawn should
be married by now, don't you think? He's older than you are." "I'm not so sure about Shawn." Cassie sometimes wondered if
Angie might be interested in her brother. There was actually
nothing to indicate that, but every once in a while Cassie
had this feeling.… "He travels so much that
maintaining a long-term relationship would be difficult for
him." "True," Angie said. Shawn was a well-known artist who painted murals all over
the country. Brother and sister were close and kept in
touch, calling each other two and three times a week.
Currently Shawn was in Boca Raton, Florida, painting the
side of a building that stood next to the freeway. He'd sent
her photos of the mural from his cell phone—an ocean scene,
which Cassie knew was his favorite. Whales rising up out of
the crashing waves. Dolphins and sea turtles and all kinds
offish frolicked in the sparkling blue water. His murals
made headlines wherever he went and huge crowds showed up to
watch him paint. "Shawn's a different case," Cassie said. In her opinion,
that summed up the situation pretty accurately. "But if you were married, I bet he'd show some interest in
finding a wife," Angie commented. Cassie had never thought of their family dynamic in those
terms. Perhaps, in some obscure way, Shawn was
waiting for her to make the leap first. Angie might be
right. It wasn't that Shawn followed her lead—far from it.
They'd both been traumatized by the divorce and by their
mother's reaction. Their father, who wanted his kids to call
him Pete, had been in and out of their lives. Mostly out and
yet…yet he'd had a powerful influence on his children, whom
he rarely recognized as such. "Shawn won't feel marriage is safe until he sees you
happily married," Angie went on to say. Cassie scowled at her friend. "What makes you so smart?" "Just an observation," Angie said. "I may not be correct,
but it seems to me that you and Shawn are afraid of love." "Me afraid of love? Hardly." Not if the longing in her heart
was anything to go by. Like her friend Jill, she wanted it all. "Whenever you meet a man—no matter how perfect he is—you
find fault with him," Angie said. Now, that was categorically untrue. "Not so,"
Cassie argued. "Oh, it's all wine and roses in the beginning, but then it's
over before you even have a chance to really know the guy." "How can you say that?" "Well, mostly," Angie told her softly, "I can say it because
I've seen you do it again and again." "You're not talking about me and Jess, are you? The man had
no class. He scratched his private parts in public!" "Not Jess." "Who do you mean, then?" "Rod." Cassie cocked her head. "Rod? Rod who?" "I don't remember his last name. You went out with him a
year ago." "Not Rod Showers? Good grief, he was so cheap I had to pay
for my half of the meal and tip the valet because he refused
to do it." "What about Charles… Cassie got the point quickly enough. "Okay, okay, so I have
standards." "High standards." "Okay, fine. High standards." Cassie had made the effort,
though. "I've tried to meet men." "We both have." "I had hopes for that online dating service." The
advertisements had looked so promising. Cassie and Angie had
signed up together and then waited expectantly to meet their
perfect matches. It didn't happen. "I had real hopes for that, too," Angie returned sadly. "I
thought for sure we'd meet really wonderful husbands." Cassie sighed. That had been an expensive venture. Her
expectations had been great and her disappointment greater.
Angie's too. In fact, Angie was the one who'd suggested
trying the Internet. "The church singles group was a good idea," she said now. "A great idea," Cassie concurred, "if there'd been any men
involved." They'd gone there to discover the group consisted
of thirty women and two men—both close to retirement age. Angie nodded. "The pickings were few and far between." "We've read all the right books," Cassie said. "Dating
for Dummies. How to Find a Man in Five Easy Lessons. My
personal favorite was Lasso Yourself a Husband and Other
Ways to Make a Man Notice You." "The only thing we managed to lasso was a hundred-dollar
credit-card bill for all those books." "Divided two ways," Cassie reminded her. "They did make for interesting reading." "They would've been a lot more interesting if we'd been able
to make any of them work," Cassie said in acerbic tones. "Yeah…" "We've tried everything." "I'm not giving up," Angie insisted. "And I won't let you
give up, either." Cassie sighed. She was close to it. The Christmas card from Jill and Tom
was the final straw. For too long she'd been convinced that
one day soon, she'd be mailing glossy Christmas cards to all
her friends and relatives. She, too, would have a
photograph that showed the perfect husband, the perfect
children, a boy and a girl, all looking forward to the
perfect Christmas. But year after year it was the same. No
husband. No children. And each Christmas with her embittered
mother more depressing than the one before. The time had come to step forward and find a man, she
decided with new resolve. Maybe she did need to lower her
standards. She couldn't allow another Christmas to pass without— "There's something, or rather someone, you haven't
tried," Angie said, cutting into Cassie's thoughts.
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