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Matchmaking Beyond the Veil by Mara Townsend

Emery Belmont is a snarky realist who likes his life ordinary. Like any skeptic, he’s content using mundane explanations to write off signs of paranormal activity. That’s no longer an option when the spirit haunting his house wrecks his new kitchen, forcing Emery to face the supernatural truth. Desperate for a new handyman, he unknowingly hires his hot ex-rival from high school to fix it. Paxton Santos, Emery’s former lacrosse team captain, followed in his father’s footsteps to take over the family business. Annoyingly, Emery requires his talented hands more than he needs to keep Paxton out of his life. However, getting Paxton to leave after the repairs may prove difficult with the meddlesome ghost taking a shine to him, which Paxton seems to take in his grating, good-natured stride, remaining irritatingly unruffled by numerous weird occurrences.

Emery is bombarded by paranormal hijinks, keeping Paxton at arm’s length, and solving an inescapable mystery. There’s nothing Emery hates more than an unfinished puzzle. In his determination to solve this one, Emery reluctantly opens himself up to new possibilities all while trying to remain firmly rooted in life the way he prefers it—orderly, logically explainable, and, above all else, ghost-free.

Join Emery and Paxton as they face off with a spirit that has no limits to how far it will go to push them together, enduring locked doors, faulty plumbing, and sharing a bed. Together they are determined to navigate their way out of this mess using any means necessary to send the ghost packing. Will they make it out of the traps awaiting them before their pesky tormenter gets any other ideas to make things worse and further blur the line between them?

Matchmaking Beyond the Veil is a 100k slow burn MM romance tale of rivals to friends to lovers. Featuring a meddling ghost playing at matchmaker, forced proximity, bed sharing, ghost tours that totally aren’t dates, and tongue-in-cheek humor. This story ends on a HFN ending with a soft cliffhanger. Emery and Paxton’s story will continue in Telltale Ghosts Book 2. This book contains denial, two men experimenting with sex magic, fighting what the heart wants, and steamy explicit sexual scenes and colorful language intended for adults 18 and older.

SKU: B07QWJZQSP Category: Paranormal Tags: bisexual male, enemies to lovers romance, forced proximity, gay romance, ghost, magic, magic spells, Mara Townsend, matchmaking, mystery and suspense, rivalry, rom-com, urban fantasy

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About the author:

Mara Townsend is a bisexual indie author of LGBTQ+ romances. She loves to explore intimate relationship development of the feels-inducing variety to invoke the eternal just kiss plea from the reader, as well as crafting strong platonic friendships with heaps of heart and soul. Her stories showcase diverse representation, love stories with realistic emotions—never mindless fluff, a healthy dose of humor, and a side helping of her favorite tropes.

She hangs out in fan communities online and learned how to write the kind of stories that she’s passionate about through experimental character-driven fiction based in her favorite worlds. When not writing, she can be found soaking up sunshine at the beach, traveling the world to fill in her passport, perpetually collecting plants, and reading as many fake-dating romance books as she can find.

Here is a short sample from the book:

In the morning, Emery woke up first. He was curled on his side, hands folded beneath his chin and his nose was a hair’s breadth away from Paxton’s back. Paxton’s chest expanded with each breath, still asleep and relaxed.

It was a strange sort of thing, waking up next to someone when he was so unfamiliar with the novelty most people took for granted. There was a stillness to it, like if Emery didn’t move they would remain in that momentary bubble forever, without the world prodding at them. The curious part of him that enjoyed a good puzzle wanted to reach out and map the planes of Paxton’s broad back, learn the shape of his shoulder blades and the curve of his spine.

The sheets smelled like Paxton’s soap, a citrus tang tickling Emery’s senses. It could be because Emery was so close to him—still without touching, small mercies—or because his scent was as good as he was at worming its way into things. It was a faint difference, mingled with the way his bed normally smelled, as if it always belonged there.

Paxton was wrapped around him without physical touch.