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The Complete Collection: Supernatural Dating Agency Books 1-6

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by Long, Andie M.


  “Well, I am terribly sorry that I tried to do something nice for you. I’m currently trying to protect Withernsea from war and my husband from killing my daughter's boyfriend, but let me put all this to one side to make sure you have a wedding reception to remember.” I said all this with hearty sarcasm, but all Lucy said was 'Thank you' and then she sat back down. Unbelievable. She really was one on her own.

  “I would like a latte please.” She went back to her work.

  It took every ounce of my patience to not slam the door off its hinges on my way out. The quicker I got down to the coffee shop and got my drink the better. On entering the shop, I was pleased to see that there wasn’t a queue and I quickly ordered two espressos and a large Americano. I decided to sit in the coffee shop to drink them, and order Lucy’s latte and take it to her when I had had a chance to calm down. Looking around, I found Maisie sitting in a corner of the coffee shop nursing a large glass of milk. I wandered over to her. She didn’t usually frequent this place, so I wondered why she was hanging around here this morning. I’d probably regret asking, but something made me go over to her anyway.

  “Hey, Maisie. Is it okay if I sit with you?”

  Maisie looked up at me. “Sure, it would be nice to have some company.”

  I took the seat opposite her and looked at her closely. She definitely didn’t have her usual joie de vivre. It looked like everyone was having a difficult Monday morning.

  “I hope you don’t mind me saying, Maisie, but you’re not looking your usual self today.”

  She sighed. “No, I’m feeling really fed up.”

  “Do you mean you’re feline really fed up?” I sniggered.

  She gave me a look of disdain. One that only our feline friends were capable of. The look that said you are lucky to be in my company so don’t push it.

  “Sorry, I couldn’t help myself there. What’s going on?”

  Maisie stretched out her limbs in an exaggerated movement. “Since Lucy and Frankie got together, I’ve been living next door where I have to stay a cat all the time. They are a really hot couple. I was hoping that somehow one day I’d be able to expose the truth about myself, and then hopefully expose myself, if you get me, so I could get it on with the Jason Momoa lookalike and his sexy wife. But yesterday she told him she was pregnant. So that is that. Not only does that rule them out as my sexual partners, but I heard her say that she wanted me gone, that she was going to go to Frankie and tell him he needed to make sure his cat stayed in its own home. So once again I find myself unwanted. I wouldn’t mind but I’m a damn fine pussy.” I’d wondered why Maisie’s glass of milk had been served on a saucer, until she picked it up, poured a little onto the saucer, and proceeded to pick up the plate and lap the milk from it. I’d never been attracted to a woman, but watching her tongue flick across the saucer, I felt the neighbours sexy wife didn’t know what she had been missing out on. Maisie placed down the saucer and sighed.

  “Funnily enough, I was thinking of you the other day. I’m not sure about your present accommodation worries, but I think I might have a perfect match for you date wise. Have you been in the Indian restaurant? Because I think Rav could be your ideal date.”

  “Hmm. I’ve seen him around the place. He is quite attractive. However, spicy foods tend to upset my feline constitution. Maybe, you could introduce us? What is his house like? Is there a spare room, no dogs, a nice fire with a rug in front of it?”

  “He currently lives with his mum, and I hear is desperate to get his own place. I've been told he has given up on trying to find his ideal woman. He used to be on the books of the dating agency, but ceased his membership because his mother scared away every single date he had. Apparently, she wishes to choose his wife.” I looked at Maisie and raised a brow, “I thought you’d be a match for an interfering mother any day of the week. But just to warn you that Rav is half-demon, proving that his mum is no walkover.”

  “Where might we find this Rav this morning? I think I should like to meet with him as soon as possible to see if he might be a potential partner or pet owner.”

  “He’s usually found in the restaurant most of the time when he’s not doing his duties in Hell. Theo says he spends all his spare time there in order to keep out of his mother’s way.”

  Maisie stood up out of her seat, picked up the glass of milk and swallowed it down greedily. “What are we waiting for, Shelley? Let’s go.”

  I figured why the hell not? I was matchmaking even though these two people weren’t actually on my books. It meant Lucy’s latte would have to wait which gave me a smug sense of satisfaction. I finished my drinks, said goodbye to Jax, and we made our way to Hanif’s.

  I knocked on the door, opened it and went inside. Usually Rav would hurry to meet me on the rare occasions I came to see him for something, but today he wasn’t there and instead I was met by a middle-aged woman holding a duster.

  “Can I help you, dear?” The woman said.

  “Yes, I wondered if Rav was around this morning?”

  “Oh no, sorry. He’s taken a week's annual leave at short notice. Apparently something came up. That’s why I’m here.”

  “Oh, okay. Well, thank you anyway.” I noted Maisie’s look of disappointment. “It’s okay, Maisie. We'll go back to the coffee shop and I’ll give him a call from there. If he’s got some spare time today, you never know, he might be able to meet you for a date.” Her expression brightened again.

  Unfortunately, when I did ring him from the coffee shop, a female answered his phone.

  “Oh, sorry. I was trying to get hold of Rav. I must’ve got the wrong number.”

  “No, this is Rav’s number. He’s just rather tied up at the moment,” the woman informed me. I then heard a series of groans which put me in no doubt as to what she meant by tied up, and I realised that the domestic at the restaurant hadn’t known how true her words were that for Rav, this week something had come up. After ending the call, I turned around to Maisie and apologised for getting her hopes up for no reason.

  “Oh no worries. Who’s saying I would have liked him, anyway. Thank you for trying.”

  “Well, if there’s anything else I can do. You can always come look at the books to see who else is free. If you join the agency, we’ll be able to input your details. You’d have prospects coming out of your ears, I’m sure.”

  “I’ll think about it.” Her stomach growled. “So, any chance you’d buy me a piece of haddock from the chippy?”

  I finally returned to the office and dropped a latte off with Lucy who didn’t even look up to say thank you. Then I called Samara, Ebony, and Jax and told them that they’d better make sure they’d done what they’d promised for the wedding reception and not to expect too much in the way of gratitude from the newlywed.

  I stayed behind a little to get caught up on work. The truth was I didn’t feel like going home if I was about to witness World War Three. Finally, when I could put it off no longer, I whizzed back to the farmhouse.

  I found my husband admiring the craftsmanship of Charlie’s chair. The piece was spectacular. So much so, that I only received a cursory hello from Theo before he went back to looking at it.

  “Thank goodness that this does still look beautiful out of the sea.” He said. “I do believe I am going to commission your boyfriend to make a chair for each room here on the bed-and-breakfast side. Could you bring him here, or take me to him so I can discuss this? I may even get him to do headboards for each room. Oh the possibilities.”

  Charlie looked at me from over her father’s head, shrugging her shoulders.

  “Well, you’ll see him at the wedding reception on Friday, won’t you? You can talk to him then.” She told him.

  “Oh, yes. Of course. Perfect. That gives me time to go around the house and make a list of what I might like him to make. Splendid. Thank you, Charlie. I’m excited. Seems you have a good one there after all.” He patted her on the shoulder. “Right, I’m just off to my office for an hour.” With th
at, he left the room, kissing my cheek on his way past.

  “What the hell just happened? He’s been possessed. Where’s your real father?” I asked Charlie. “We said to look out for unusual behaviour and there it is.”

  “Mum, he said he understood that I had grown up and realised he was being stupid, and that he didn’t like it, but as long as I was happy and Kai treated me okay, he would try to make peace with it. Then he stared at the chair for an hour.”

  “Well, thank God, because there’s enough to do without fearing your father is going to lynch your boyfriend.” I proceeded to tell her about Mark being in hospital.

  “Oh that’s awful. I can’t say I’m keen on him, but Debbie seems okay these days. It must be a worry.”

  “Well, apparently he’s joined a gym to try to tone up, among other things. Sounds like he’s overdone it. Anyway, I don’t know about you, but my arse wants to sit itself on the sofa and watch television.”

  “I’m going back to Kai’s.” She told me.

  I smiled. “You might have been as well leaving that chair where it was.”

  She grinned back. “He’s making me another for at the cottage.”

  Stepping forward, I wrapped her in my arms. “Go on, you get going and enjoy yourself. I’ll call you if you’re needed for any Withernsea woes. If I don’t see you before, I’ll catch you Friday at the reception. Eight pm at Jax’s.

  “Wouldn’t miss it for the world. It’ll be nice for us all to get together for something good.”

  If only that had proved to be the case...

  Chapter Eighteen

  Shelley

  In the end, my Female Entrepreneurs do it with their Colleagues girlies had knocked it out of the park. Samara had decorated the cafe in soft pinks and whites. There was heart-shaped bunting, pretty white lace vintage tablecloths, heart-shaped confetti, and soft mood lighting. Jax set the buffet out against the back wall. The food was laid out in sections catering for all species. When the bride and groom arrived, Frankie was dressed in a sharp, navy blue suit; and Lucy was wearing the most gorgeous white satin dress. It had thin straps, a glittering bodice, and the bottom of the dress was covered in white feathers. On her head was a small tiara, and her bobbed, ginger hair had been styled in ringlets by Charlie. Most of us had arrived before the newlyweds and so on entry we all burst into a round of applause and cheers. Tristan had taken charge of the music and Bruno Mars' ‘Marry You’ played out across the cafe. It was very unnerving to see Lucy beaming, but right now the most massive smile shone on her face as she clasped Frankie’s hand and walked around greeting their guests.

  I’d been sure to reserve a space for Kim, and she was currently sitting on the cafe sofa. Darius’ mother was looking after the triplets for the evening and Kim had given me a full-blown account on how hard it was to express milk for all three of them and get it bottled up for her mother-in-law, and that she hoped we all realised what she sacrificed in order for Lucy to have a good time. At that point I’d made my excuses and had gone to check if Jax needed any help.

  I needed to make my own contribution now. While the newlyweds were in the cafe, I needed to whizz to their house and get their bedroom prepared for the honeymoon night. I let Theo know where I was going and then I whizzed through to their house.

  I appeared in the hallway and the first thing I noted was the sound of a cat screaming. Maisie! Shit! It sounded like Maisie was in trouble. I ran upstairs and headed in the direction of the spare room where the wails were coming from. Kicking open the door, with my blue webs at my fingertips, I found a tabby cat mounting a black one.

  “Oh my fucking god. I am so sorry.” I backed out of the room quickly. On the landing, I took a deep breath, and made my way to Frankie and Lucy’s bedroom. I sprinkled rose petals across their bed and hung a 'Just Married' banner on the wall above the headboard. From my bag, I took out two engraved champagne glasses–one that said 'Mrs Love' and one that said 'Mr Love' and placed them at the right-hand side of the bed on the bedside table, along with a bottle of champagne. At the left-hand side of the bed I placed a box of chocolates.

  The bedroom door opened and Maisie walked in. She didn’t have on a stitch of clothing, and her black hair was mussed up.

  “Oh, so that’s why you're here. Shoot, I totally forgot, it’s the wedding reception, isn’t it? I’d better get dressed for it.”

  “Well, just for you to get dressed at all would be a bonus right now.”

  “God, some of you are just so prudish. You know this is how you were born right? This is your natural state. But I’ll put some clothes on. Could I catch a lift with you back to the reception? It’ll be a lot quicker if you do that whizzing thing.”

  When she did get dressed, Maisie returned dressed in a tight black lace dress that left little to the imagination. I was about to tell her to change into something else when my phone rang. I looked down at the caller display to see the name Debbie flashing. For a split second I thought about ignoring the call because there was enough happening right now, but concern that my father could have taken a turn for the worse made me feel guilty so I answered.

  “Hey, Mum. Is everything okay?”

  “Oh, Shelley. Things are not good at all. I honestly do not know what to do. Your father has begun to speak, but it’s all nonsense. He’s telling them he’s been possessed by the devil and that it was the devil who left him there in the library. All this supernatural stuff and the worry has obviously got to his brain. They’ve called in psychiatrists. It’s so upsetting, Shelley, I just want to cry. He’s clutching my arm, eyes wide and fearful, begging me to believe him.”

  This was all I needed right now. “Well, hopefully, the psychiatrist will be able to get him on some medication and soon you’ll have your old husband back.”

  “Well, I hope it’s not my old husband. I hope when he recovers he’s back to being the one he’s been this week. Anyway, he’s demanding to see you, saying that you can help him. He believes you can cleanse his body of the evil.”

  “I’ll come and see him in the morning. Right now, I’m in the middle of the wedding celebration for Frankie and Lucy. I suggest you try your best to get a good night’s sleep and we’ll see what tomorrow brings.”

  “Thank you so much, Shelley. I’m still at the hospital. But at least now I can tell him he'll see you in the morning and that might settle him for the night.”

  Ending the call, I sighed.

  “What was all that about?” Maisie asked.

  “Nothing that can’t wait.” I told her, “Come on, let’s get back to the party.”

  The party was in full swing by the time we returned. I’d just let Theo know I was back, when a middle-aged guy walked towards me. His hair was short and pale blonde and he was on the plump side with cherubic rosy cheeks. It crossed my mind that maybe his cholesterol might need checking sometime soon.

  “Shelley Landry?” He queried, holding out his hand.

  “Yes, that would be me, and you are?”

  But as I took his hand in mine, I became completely full of the warm fuzzies and love for everyone, so I knew who he was before he said it.

  “I’m Cupid.”

  “Oh my goodness. What an honour. I am so very pleased to meet you.” I actually curtsied to the guy.

  “No need to do that, my dear. I wanted to come to see you about the recent hiccup with a couple of my employees. I got wind of the wedding reception, and couldn’t resist calling in. Lovely buffet. I have congratulated Jax on it. Simply delightful.”

  “Oh, okay.” I tried to form more words but my mouth just opened and closed without managing to produce anything of worth.

  “Love a good buffet. I quite often crash engagement and wedding celebrations. Perk of the job.”

  That certainly explained his appearance. Hopefully, his kind of supernatural didn’t have to worry about potential heart attacks from eating too many fatty foods and sweet treats.

  “Erm, are you wanting me to close my dating agency?
” I asked him. “Is it interfering in the world of Cupid?”

  He laughed heartily. “Oh goodness me, Shelley. No, not at all. You’re helping bring love. No way do I want you to stop. No, if anything this spat with Samara and Rebecca has done Cupid Inc a huge favour.”

  “It has?” I couldn’t be any more confused right now.

  “Yes. Rebecca came to see me. It appears she’d had a lovely little chat with your daughter. Little smasher you’ve got there and she and that boy with her are destined to love strong. I can feel it. Anyhow, back to the chat. Rebecca has suggested that my cupid team begin to specialise in the people you can’t get dates for. So anyone who for whatever reason is struggling to be matched up, just let Rebecca know and she’ll get on it.”

  My brow creased. “Rebecca? Not Samara?”

  Cupid’s face went stern. “Samara has not been doing her work properly for a while now. She is being sent to training school in London, and then will be placed on probation in Cleethorpes for a time. There are no dating agencies in the area and she will be set a series of challenges. I have to show the rest of the Cupid reps that they can’t get away with being lazy and acting stupid about it.”

  I’d thought it was strange that Samara had dressed the place up and then left; and had yet to join the party. She must be well pissed off at having to leave her home. She loved Withernsea.

  “However long she is gone for depends on her. Rebecca is only covering the area temporarily along with Hornsea. Hopefully, Samara will learn her lesson and return to deal with your truly undateables.”

  He looked at his watch. “Right, I must dash. Lots of celebrations on a weekend that need my attention. Until we meet again, thank you, Shelley, for bringing love to the world.” He touched my arm. “Hopefully, I can bring some extra love to yours.” A feeling of warmth zipped through my body and once again I felt the love for my family and friends amplified. With a wink he walked out of the door.

 

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