Cupid Daddy by Allysa Hart

What kind of matchmaker looks for dates on Tinder anyway?
The desperate kind.

My brick and mortar matchmaking service was the last of its type.
Until HE came to town and opened up shop right across the street.
Suddenly clients are lining up down the block hoping to find their one true love.
The only problem?
They are lining up on his side of the street!
I don’t know who this Greek god-like man with a Midas touch for making love matches is, but he is seriously messing with my life.
Every time I see him I want to throw him against a wall.
And rip his clothes off.
And screw his brains out.
I need him gone. Like, Yesterday.
Before I lose everything. Including my pride.