Match This! (The UnSocial Dater#1)

Table of Contents

Title Page


Also By MJ Fields


Author's Note

Unsocially Yours!

Match This!

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Chapter Six

Chapter Seven

Chapter Eight

Chapter Nine

Chapter Ten

Chapter Eleven

Chapter Twelve

Chapter Thirteen

Chapter Fourteen

Chapter Fifteen

Chapter Sixteen

Chapter Seventeen

Chapter Eighteen

Chapter Nineteen








Copyright © MJ Fields 2016

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This is a work of fiction. All characters, organizations, and events portrayed in this novel are either products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.


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The Men Of Steel Series


Forever Steel


Jase and Carly




Momma Joe

The Ties Of Steel Series







The Rockers of Steel Series


Memphis Black (Memphis and Tallia)

Finn Beckett (Finn and Sonia)

River James (River and Kianna)

Billy Jeffers (Billy and Madison)


LRAH Legacy Series (These families stories are intertwined starting with The Love series, they move to the Wrapped Series, the Burning Souls series, and end in Love You Anyways. Many more series will spin off from these characters already written and each will be a standalone series but for those of us who love a story to continue I recommend reading in this order.


The Love Series (Must be read in this order)


Blue Love

New Love

Sad Love

True Love


The Wrapped Series


Wrapped In Silk

Wrapped In Armor

Wrapped In Always and Forever


Burning Souls Series






The Norfolk Series (Must be read in this order)


Irons 1(Jax and Frankie, book 1)

Irons 2 (Jax and Frankie, book 2)

Irons 3 (Jax and Frankie, book 3)


The Caldwell Brothers Series (co-written w/ Chelsea Camaron)






My name is Katherine Anne Teresa Brun, my friends and anyone else who doesn’t want to get cut never uses my name in full. To them, I’m Kat.

My Irish Catholic father, Sean Brun married Carrie Anne Reuben, a Jew. However, she thinks we’re full blown Irish. I guess she didn’t get the memo that she’s only Irish by injection. Doesn’t matter at all to her though. I’ve never met a more devout Irish Catholic woman in my entire life.

I’m not a redhead; my hair is naturally deep brown, now black by choice. I can’t stand cabbage. I am not a beer drinker and no matter how much you want to believe in the luck of the Irish, that’s a line of shit. Perhaps it’s the Jew/Irish mix. Jews may be the chosen ones, but… Hitler. Enough said.

When I was seven my father died in a car accident. When I was twenty-one my, very
Catholic, stepfather and mother divorced. It took them long enough to end their marriage. I don’t remember a time since I was eight that they actually seemed like a normal couple.

Normal couple. Just what the hell does that mean anyway. What’s
? I mean what two people get engaged, devote the rest of their lives to be together and seriously think that’s going to happen? I don’t consider that normal, I consider it delusional.




Dear Readers: I am so very excited to share Kat’s story with you. If you have already read the prequel UNSOCIALLY YOURS!, go ahead and skip to MATCH THIS! Either way, enjoy the ride!




I have read that little girls are made of sugar and spice and all things nice. I think it’s a nonsensical statement. Perhaps that’s why the English poet Robert Southey never mentioned it in his other works or papers...



Whore-able Beginnings


Kat at 6 years’ old


“Katherine Anne Teresa, coat,” my mother says as I reached for the door to eat my after school snack outside. She throws the coat over my shoulders and holds out her hand for my apple and glass of milk.

I hand it to her and push my arms through the sleeves.

“You know the rules Katherine.”

“Yep.” I smile and take my glass and shiny red apple back.

“I’m going to start dinner. Don’t get lost out there.”

How does one get lost in the fenced in backyard in suburbia? They don’t. “I won’t.”

“No climbing that God forsaken tree either, I am not climbing up there to get you down.”

My friends climbed trees, they even got to walk to public school together, wearing normal clothes, without adult supervision, while I rode by and watched them laughing and talking from out the window as my mother drove me to private school.

I didn’t need help. I could do it myself. I, Katherine Anne Teresa, could manage it just fine, if she would just back off.

The day I fell out of the apple tree in the backyard at my family’s home in New Jersey, breaking my left arm was
the worst day of my life.

It was actually a beautiful early summer day. The sun was shining and there wasn’t a cloud in the sky. I knew this because while I lay on the ground looking up through the break in the trees branches, the suns beams warm the tears rolling down my cheeks and somehow calmed me.

I didn’t want to get up, I didn’t cry out in pain, I didn’t want to get in trouble for climbing the tree. I had been told not to a million times because my mother said it wasn’t ladylike and if my father wasn’t home, she wasn’t going to climb up there and get me down.

My father, Sean Brun, left work early that day and met us at the hospital.

“Hey Kitty Kat, you okay?” He brushed my hair back and kissed my head, while holding something behind his back.

I remember my lip trembling and then my mother sniffing loudly when she entered the room with a cup of tea to ‘calm her’.

“Hey Carrie,” he said and she set the cup down and dove into his arms.

“I told her not to. I knew this was going to happen. My God we could have lost her today.”

He kissed the top of her head. “Our Kitty Kat has nine lives. She is a young and curious sort.” He winks at me. “She’s okay.”

“Our little girl is defiant and stubborn. She should be playing with dolls and not bugs. She should be taking singing lessons, not going to baseball practice. She should be dancing in pink tutus and not throwing on a winter hat in June and climbing trees.”

“I think she just needs to wait until I’m home next time, okay Kat?”

I nod my head.

When mom stepped back, he pulled his arm out from behind his back and handed me a book.

The cover was hard and sleek and colorful, so very colorful; it wasn’t pink or about princesses. It wasn’t about Judaism or something to do with school or etiquette. It was beautiful and the cover read,
Alice in Wonderland by Lewis Carroll

That day was
the worst day of my life. It was the day my life changed, because of a book.


Kat at 18 years old


Freshman year, Harvard University


“We’re so proud of you Katherine.” My mother said as she hugged me soaking me with her tears, “Your father would have been proud of you too.”

She whispered the last part into my ear so her husband, my stepfather, Sam, didn’t hear it.

‘I don’t want to hurt his feelings,
’ she said every time she spoke of my father.

Hurt his feelings? My father is dead and unless my mother and dead father are having a Patrick Swayze and Demi Moore, pottery wheel moment, I’m sure Sam would not have a problem with it.

‘He took on a widow and her child,’
she has said.

He got you knocked up a year after dad was gone. He really didn’t have a choice.

‘He is your new father,’
she has said.

This one always made me laugh, father Sam.

‘He is new at being a father,’
she has said.

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