This is fluffy, candy romance literature. The men are gorgeous and the women smart and pretty. I don't read these often but once in a while, like cotton candy , the prettiness and pinkness (is that a word) is enjoyable. The plot is predictable, Annabelle is a feisty red head (so very very cliché) and her family is this over achieving overbearing bunch but hey they love her, they completely dump on her but hey no one else can. That's the part of the plot I hated and the whole plot point with the rival matchmaker having her employees weigh in every week and being berated because they can't be fat (at 120 pounds) was a major, major turn off even if the author destroys it and it's done to make the character bad it's just an horrible plot point. The rest was fluffy and funny. Phillips knows how to weave an entertaining tale and she has some "oh that's funny and sexy" moments. But like cotton candy there's nothing left after reading this only a sugar hangover.