Aloha My Love
The Ornamental Matchmaker Series
Marisa Masterson
Aloha My Love
This book is a work of fiction. The names, characters, places, and incidents are all products of the author's imagination and are not to be construed as real. Any resemblances to persons, organizations, events, or locales are entirely coincidental.
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Aloha My Love ©2020 Marisa Masterson
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Editing by Amy Petrowich
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1st Ed.
Table of Contents
About the Ornamental Matchmaker
Aloha My Love
Dedication
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Epilogue
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About the Ornamental Matchmaker
Mrs. Claus is all about spreading Christmas cheer — especially to the many, lonely hearts seeking friendship, love, healing, second chances, and that special someone to call their own.
To help each lovely heroine and dashing hero find their perfect match, Mrs. Claus sends them a magical holiday ornament. From a carousel horse that matches the exact horse a hero will be found riding to an iced angel just like the cookies a dreamy chef bakes, each ornament has a real-world counterpart that, if followed, will lead to true love. These books are designed to be a fun, quick read with a touch of magic and romance.
From historical to contemporary, from heartfelt to humorous, each of these sweet romance stories ends in a festive happily ever after that will leave you wanting more — so be sure to check out all the titles by multiple authors in our Ornamental Match Maker Series, by visiting https://www.facebook.com/groups/712109532498752/.
Aloha My Love
A hula dancer—seriously? And blonde to boot!
Why did someone send JT Kirkwood a hula dancer ornament? This was July, not even close to December and the season for a Christmas tree. The note promised that the dancer was real and waiting for him. No matter how ridiculous this seemed, JT looked at the ornament and felt compelled to find the woman mentioned in the note. Too bad his father’s accident prevents him from looking.
A luau—seriously? With their town of Oak Grove hit by layoffs, why did Bonnie Miller’s mother insist that they throw a city-side party at the small strip mall that housed Bonnie’s restaurant. Still, her mother had fantastic insight into what the public wanted, so Bonnie went along with it. She even danced the hula for the crowd, and saw the man of her dreams watching.
Serenaded by Elvis, this couple easily falls in love. But is love at first sight enough to overcome the distance that separates the couple when JT has to return to his job in another town far from Oak Grove? He loves his home and job, but Bonnie is fiercely loyal to hers as well.
Mrs. Claus is discovering that not even the magic of a compelling ornament or the lyrical sounds of Elvis will be enough to bring about this couple’s happily ever. Which one will compromise? Will each say Aloha--meaning goodbye?
Dedication
Thanks to my Facebook friends who helped choose the name of this story. You set the direction of the book when almost every one of you chose Aloha My Love.
Chapter 1
Bonnie Miller secured the lid of the small, disposable container and placed the serving of potato salad into the white clam shell next to the sandwich. Lifting that, she slid it carefully into the plastic bag on top of the other takeout boxes.
Thank the Lord for loyal customers. She’d been devastated when the plumbing in her bathrooms failed catastrophically. It was so bad that Bonnie couldn’t allow customers inside. Without the steady stream of takeout orders, she’d have been up a creek without a paddle.
Or maybe a spatula. That fit a restaurant much better.
“Well Bonita, when do you think we can host it?”
Her shoulders stiffened. She hated hearing her real name. It always meant her mother wouldn’t give in.
No, the woman would push and hint. Prod and nag until Bonnie fell in with Rita’s plans. Typically, weird plans. This time seemed no different.
“I don’t know, Mother. A Luau doesn’t exactly go with my restaurant. And with this huge layoff scare—”
“Don’t say that word. I’m up to my Clairol-colored hair in information about that. And I think just about everyone else is, too.”
Bonnie frowned as she looked up from the soup she had just stirred. Shaking the long spoon at her mother, she made her voice as stern as she could manage. This was her mother, after all, so she couldn’t be disrespectful.
“You had better be careful who you say that too! In a small town like ours that depends on the factory, people might think you are being heartless just because you have money.”
Rita’s eyes narrowed below her wildly applied blue eye shadow. “Watch that tone, young lady!”
Swallowing any snippiness Bonnie reminded her mother, “I’m not a young lady, Mother.”
“Thirty-years-old. High time to take a risk and try something different.” Her mother punctuated those words with a nod of her outthrust chin. Typical—bossy and belligerent.
“And anyhow, with this whole bathroom catastrophe in the restaurant, how can I host something special? I can’t even let people come inside to eat anymore.”
Rita hummed. That was a bad sign.
