Wingman rule number one: don’t fall for a client.
After a career-ending accident, former NFL recruit Ian Hunter is back on campus—and he’s ready to get his new game on. As one of the masterminds behind Wingmen, Inc., a successful and secretive word-of-mouth dating service, he’s putting his extensive skills with women to work for the lovelorn. But when Blake Olson requests the services of Wingmen, Inc., Ian may have landed his most hopeless client yet.
From her frumpy athletic gear to her unfortunate choice of footwear, Blake is going to need a miracle if she wants to land her crush. At least with a professional matchmaker by her side she has a fighting chance. Ian knows that his advice and a makeover can turn Blake into another successful match. But as Blake begins the transformation from hot mess to smokin’ hot, Ian realizes he’s in danger of breaking his cardinal rule…
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EXCERPT:
Blake let out another pitiful groan. “I
don’t think it fits.”
“They measured you. It fits. Just,
tell me if it looks okay so we can go.” I checked my watch. “Gabi
said dinner was at six, and it’s already a quarter till.”
“This is too much pressure.” Her
voice was frantic. “I can’t do this. I mean, how do I know if it
looks good? They’re boobs.”
I groaned. “Boobs always look good.
Believe me.”
“Boobs are gross!”
Said no man ever. Even the gay ones.
One of the salesladies eyed me up and
down. “Are you two okay?”
“Great,” I chirped. “Just having
a very heated discussion about the beauty of breasts.” I dipped my
chin to Blake’s chest. “What are you? A double D?”
Scowling, she marched off.
Thank God.
“Blake,” I hissed.
No answer.
I’d never had such a difficult
client. If anything, they jumped when I told them to, asked how high,
and then kept jumping until I was satisfied. Blake fought me at every
turn.
“Open the door before I crawl
underneath it. I’ll pick the bras, you can close your eyes if you
want so you don’t have to watch me look at you, alright? My stomach
literally just ate my liver. I need protein. Open. The. Door.”
The door slowly creaked open. Taking
advantage of the small crack of air, I pushed it farther, then
clicked it shut behind me and turned around.
Blake was facing me, hands on hips,
face beet-red, body . . . freaking perfect. My tongue almost lolled
out, like a dog.
Most girls starve themselves to have
abs like that, which was disgusting. But her abs? They had muscle,
actual muscle, but still appeared feminine.
She also had a nice tan, just enough to
show that she spent time outside or maybe just had naturally darker
skin.
My throat went completely dry as I
continued to stare.
“Well?” Her voice was weak. “How
awful do I look? On a scale of one to ten?”
I’d convinced her to buy some new
workout clothes to replace her old ones. I knew I’d never get her
to actually completely change her style. She liked workout clothes?
Fine, at least buy the kind that fit and actually point to the
correct gender. I tried to steer her away from the boyfriend sweats
and sweatshirts, but she eventually wore me down, so I told her if
she bought at least five new Pink outfits that had spandex in them,
I’d let her get one pair of ugly slouchy sweats. You’d think I’d
just given her a million dollars, from her reaction.
Currently, she was sporting a short
pair of bright-blue yoga shorts.
And a black push-up sports bra that did
wonders for her boobs.
And the world just in general.
Holy shit.
I gulped as I became more and more
irritated with the fact that my body was reacting as if it had never
seen a girl without her shirt on before. “Blake, it’s great.”
“You sound bored!”
I had to, damn it! What did she want me
to do? Sound interested? Turned-on? Intrigued? Curious? I was all
those things. I just tried to ignorethe insanity bouncing around in
my head and blurted, “Your boobs look really good. Perky, happy,
just . . . awesome.”
Did I just call her boobs “happy”?
“You think?” She stared down at her
breasts, then grabbed them.
Holy shit, was she seriously feeling
herself up? I braced my hand against the door and sucked in a breath.
“They still feel comfortable,” she
said.
“Do they?” I managed to choke out
while she continued bouncing them a bit in her hands. Dear Lord, did
she know what she was doing? Waving a flag in front of a bull. My
jeans suddenly tight in all the wrong areas, I tried to envision Lex
naked, anything to get my dick to clue in to the word “client,”
meaning I was in a no-play zone.
Another first.
It was because I was hungry.
And Marissa? Melissa? Hadn’t
satisfied me. I’d gotten off, and made sure she did too, but the
entire experience left me feeling empty, bored, and—if I was being
completely honest? A bit depressed. Besides, her tits paled in
comparison. I had to wonder what the hell I’d been doing all my
life if this was the first time I was having such a strong reaction
to boobs.
Something about Blake had me wondering
if I’d been satisfied at all up until this point. And I had no idea
what the hell was so confusing about her, and about the situation. I
was unable to put my finger on it, and the more I thought about it
the more my head hurt.
Hunger does weird things to guys.
“Yeah.” More bouncing, then turning
and staring in the mirror. I wasn’t sure what was worse. Her
staring at her own boobs or touching them. “I’m just no good at
this stuff. I didn’t grow up with a mom, and I hit puberty really
early. The girls made fun of me, and the boys pointed.” Her
shoulders slumped inward again.
Could we please go back to the
bouncing? I was a fan of that Blake. The one that rolled up like an
awkward armadillo? Not so much.
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REVIEW: Ok, so at first Ian is full of himself but he has reason to be, he's the total package (according to him). I honestly couldn't wait for him to fall on his face wanting a girl and not being able to have her. Girls just fall at his feet, left and right until her. As you're reading the book he'll grow on you though. He's actually a really sweet guy and tries to do the "right' thing for Blake.
Their first encounter will have you laughing out loud and just really throws Ian's arrogance in your face.
Watching Ian doing his job to help Blake get David, the guy that she wants, while knowing he wants her for himself was kind of sad to me. He finds himself falling for her and he's never done that. One of the rules of the company is don't fall for the client, don't sleep with the client. It's been so simple until Blake.
Lex, Ian's best friend, is a tech genius that has programs to run probability matches for the clients and numbers don't lie right?
You'll also get to meet Gabi, Ian's friend that is like a sister to him and watch the sparks fly between Lex and Gabi. Their interactions are even funnier but too bad they "hate" each other. I think there's a very thin line between love and hate in that regard. Can't wait for that book!
The
Matchmakers Playbook Creed
1.
Head held high.
2.
Always smile.
3.
Never slouch.
4.
Wear clothes appropriate to the season.
5.
Let him open the door.
6.
No kissing on the first date.
7.
He comes to you.
8.
Lingering is frowned upon.
9.
NO facebook stalking.
10.
NO STALKING stalking.
11.
Don't be too available.
12.
LIsten to Lex and Ian.
13.
See Number 12.
14.
No seriously, go back, re-read #12.
15.
If after one week you aren't satisfied, we will dissolve the
contract.
“Silly
Gabi.” I grinned. “Is that an invitation to touch?”
“Guarantee if
I ever do touch you, it will only end badly.”
“Tease.”
I winked.
“Stop
that.” She flicked me on the nose. “Your sexual prowess is dead
to me. Dead!”
Rolling
my eyes, I wrapped an arm around her and steered us both into the
kitchen, where the smell of French bread and spaghetti filled the
air. “Have I told you how much I miss our weekly dinners? Think we
should do it daily? You know, so I don’t starve?”
Gabi
shrugged out of my embrace. “Learn how to cook.”
I
jutted out my lower lip. “It’s not for lack of knowledge.” I
broke off a piece of warm bread, then poured myself a large glass of
wine. “It’s because yours always tastes better.”
Gabi
groaned loudly. “Damn, do the girls really fall for that? Still?”
“Eh.”
I shrugged and made a so-so motion with my hand. “Nine out of ten.”
“You
disgust me.”
“You
say that every day.”
“Because
it’s true every day.”
“When’s
dinner ready?” Serena bounced into the room, literally, her head
bobbing from left to right. Maybe that’s how girls like her built
up more brain cells. They shook the air, and the pressure between
their ears exploded, making tiny little brain-cell babies.
Gabi
poked her head into the fridge. “When Lex gets here.”
“So
it’s ready now?” she asked.
Never
mind. No brain-cell babies. I fought the urge to point to the
steaming spaghetti and bread sitting on the breakfast bar. Didn’t
it look ready, kiddo?
“Technically,”
I answered for Gabi. “But we aren’t eating”—I stressed
the word “eating” even though I’d just taken some bread—“until
my sidekick gets here.”
“Sidekick,
huh?” Serena crossed her arms, forcing her boobs to kiss one
another and nearly hit her in the chin.
“Oh,
I thought you knew.” I gave her a sad face. “I’m the hero in
this scenario . . . Even own my own cape. He’s
basically the Robin to my Batman.”
“Batman’s
hot.”
“So
is Robin,” Gabi said defensively.
Whoa. Did
she just defend Lex? I felt her forehead. She pushed my hand
away and handed me some parmesan cheese.
The
door flew open, and Lex stepped through, holding up two bottles of
Cab. “Sorry, traffic was shit.”
“Language,”
Gabi called.
Lex
and I shared a look before Lex stomped over to the swear jar and
tossed in a dollar bill.
Their first encounter will have you laughing out loud and just really throws Ian's arrogance in your face.
Watching Ian doing his job to help Blake get David, the guy that she wants, while knowing he wants her for himself was kind of sad to me. He finds himself falling for her and he's never done that. One of the rules of the company is don't fall for the client, don't sleep with the client. It's been so simple until Blake.
Lex, Ian's best friend, is a tech genius that has programs to run probability matches for the clients and numbers don't lie right?
You'll also get to meet Gabi, Ian's friend that is like a sister to him and watch the sparks fly between Lex and Gabi. Their interactions are even funnier but too bad they "hate" each other. I think there's a very thin line between love and hate in that regard. Can't wait for that book!
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