Professional Reviews
5 Stars: "I was captivated by Never Trust A Matchmaking Witch. The plot is imaginative and entertaining. The characters are well developed. Mary Paine is a talented writer. She combined a bit of humor, a dash of magic, and a spoonful of romance, creating one delightful read." -- Anne Boling, ReviewYourBook  4.5 Stars: "I found this story to be a fun, light paranormal read that kept me thoroughly entertained until the very last page. I was laughing out loud over the magical antics Alicia and her Wiccan friends were up to. I was so happy how everything turned out for Susan and Brad and that everyone pitched in to help Misty, Alicia's horse, while she was delivering her foal during a complicated birthing. This was a fun and extremely amusing story that I think will entertain anyone who picks it up. I'm new to this author and her work and judging by this story, I assure you I will be reading many more of Ms. Paine's stories in the future." -- Night Owl Romance
4 Stars: "I was delighted with the zany cast of characters in the charming tale. Mary Paine is a new author to me but I will be looking for more of her work. I enjoyed her quirky sense of humor and zany characters. If you are looking for a story to charm, entertain, and appeal to your sense of humor, then look no further than Never Trust a Matchmaking Witch!" -- Steph B., The Romance Studio 4 Clovers: "I had a blast with this book. Never Trust a Matchmaking Witch is a whimsical, romantic, lighthearted piece of fluff that is sure to warm the heart on a cold winter's day. I became enchanted with the self-stirring spoons, self-sweeping brooms and the ever-changing cat collar. It reminded me somewhat of the scene in Disney's Beauty and the Beast when Belle is talking to teapots and clocks and was equally adorable. I highly recommend this short read for a lighthearted romp." -- Crystal, CK2s Kwips and Kritiques 4 Books: "Ms. Paine put together a delightful story that had me giggling and entranced from the first page. The story is filled with magic and love, with a bit of comedy thrown in for good measure. This story is a must for anyone who believes in fairy godmothers and happily ever afters." -- Iris, Long and Short Reviews "...[P]lan to settle down to read about Susan's secret fantasies involving Brad and watch them come to life. An engaging read." -- Patti Fischer, Romance Reviews Today
Excerpt
STORY EXCERPT He's flirting with me again. Susan did a quick tap dance to the table. Now if I could only calm down and try for a little sophistication, she thought. I'm certainly dressed for the part. She fingered the soft sweater she wore and glanced back at the kitchen. Candlelight, a handsome man, an outfit that made her feel beautiful. It seemed too good to be true. "How's it going?' Brad poked his head around the door. "Oh." Susan jumped. "Sorry. I'm on it." "I'll grab the rest," Brad said, moving to the table with a soft smile for her. Susan's mouth opened, and to her consternation no words came out. She could feel the heat suffusing her face again, too. Hurriedly she backed through the door and into the kitchen, dropping the dishes on the counter with a clatter. Oh, yeah, sophistication at its finest. She had to get hold of herself. Maybe a glass of water. At least it would cool her face down. She reached for a glass-fronted cabinet containing tumblers and opened it. An appreciative whistle erupted from the cabinet. She let out a short scream and jumped back, heart pounding. "What's the matter?" Brad was standing in the doorway, a concerned look on his face. "Did you hear that?" "What?" "The cabinet. It…it…wolf whistled at me." "Well, can't say I blame it." Brad looked her up and down, one eyebrow raised. "I'm serious." Brad walked over and reached for the nearest cabinet. "No, no. The one with the glasses." Susan knew she sounded hysterical, but didn't care. Brad reached out and opened and closed the cabinet door several times. No sound emerged. He turned to look at her thoughtfully. "I'm not crazy," Susan said, breath still coming quickly, although she was starting to feel more embarrassed than anything else. "I know you're not." Brad came over and placed a reassuring arm around her shoulders. "The wind is really howling outside. Like I said, these old houses have more than their share of creaks and groans. It probably sounded like a whistle. Although," he teased, "the thought of whistling at you crossed my mind once or twice." "The wind." Brow furrowed, Susan looked at the cabinet. "Yeah. Nothing to worry about." Brad turned her to face him. "Next time I take you to dinner, it will be without an ice storm and a crowd." Susan saw humor flickering in his eyes with something deeper and warmer underlying it. "You're right. I suppose the storm is making me jumpy. I've been working a lot lately. My mind must be playing tricks on me." "Well, we'll have to fix the working-too-hard part. Did I mention I love it when you say my name? Brad, I mean. Until today, you always called me Dr. Conway. Made me feel about fifty." Brad's hands closed on her arms, and he pulled her toward him. "I was just being respectful, Dr. Conway," she murmured. "Be less respectful," he said gruffly, grazing her brow with his lips. "Aunt Susan!" The kitchen door slammed open, and Jen barreled through it, oblivious to Susan and Brad jerking apart. "You aren't going to believe this." "I think I'll believe anything at this point," Susan said. "Alicia has a broom that sweeps by itself."
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