RELEASE DAY APRIL 5th,
2016
Publisher: Skyscape (April 5, 2016)
Publication Date: April 5, 2016
Sold by: Amazon Digital Services, Inc.
Language: English
SYNOPSIS:
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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REVIEW by Heather:
This book is very different from any other book of Rachel's. At times you are laughing at loud, then with a quick turn of the page, your heart was breaking. Ian has rules, rules that he must follow. His business is top secret. He teaches woman the art of seduction. He got the shock of his life when he meets up with a client, and he knows who she is. Ian never crosses the line. So when lines blur, and Ian brakes his cardinal rule, will he survive?
Blake never expected when she called the number on the business card, she would be faced with Ian. After a short encounter with him at her apartment, there was something about him that stood out. I have to say, I think they were both attractive to each other immediately, but both of them are in denial.
When Ian takes Blake on as a client, he is trying to get the attention of another man. Have this man notice Blake. But what will happen when Ian notices Blake? How will Ian handle his growing feelings for Blake? Will he be able to watch her be with another man, or will he want to keep her for himself.
Once that line is crossed, there is no going back. Is Ian done being a 'wingman' and ready to turn in his single card?
This book is very different from any other book of Rachel's. At times you are laughing at loud, then with a quick turn of the page, your heart was breaking. Ian has rules, rules that he must follow. His business is top secret. He teaches woman the art of seduction. He got the shock of his life when he meets up with a client, and he knows who she is. Ian never crosses the line. So when lines blur, and Ian brakes his cardinal rule, will he survive?
Blake never expected when she called the number on the business card, she would be faced with Ian. After a short encounter with him at her apartment, there was something about him that stood out. I have to say, I think they were both attractive to each other immediately, but both of them are in denial.
When Ian takes Blake on as a client, he is trying to get the attention of another man. Have this man notice Blake. But what will happen when Ian notices Blake? How will Ian handle his growing feelings for Blake? Will he be able to watch her be with another man, or will he want to keep her for himself.
Once that line is crossed, there is no going back. Is Ian done being a 'wingman' and ready to turn in his single card?
Ian
and Lex's Rules of Play
1. Jealousy is key
when trying to get noticed by a dude. No girl ever got her guy by hanging out
by the potted plants or doing the dishes in the kitchen.
2. Smile. Often.
Smiling makes dickheads automatically assume you've got a secret--and damn, do
guys love discovering secrets.
3. Never call. Always
text.
4. If he calls you,
answer on the third ring, but only after he's called you three times.
5. The rule of three
pertains to every situation, answering in person, the length of time you touch
a body part (unless it’s down below, but you shouldn't be doing that at this
point unless you're a psycho), the length of time you take to answer the door,
the point is this, you have to pause, breathe, stare, and then answer. If
you're doing it any other way. You're doing it wrong.
6. I don't care if
he's serenading you with Taylor Swift and it’s just like absolutely OMGEE your
most favorite song, holy shit he brought coke zero? I LOVE COKE ZERO. No. Hell
no. You don't cave. It’s been one day. You do not cave on day one. On day one.
You plan.
7. You are NEVER to be
so interested in them right off the bat that you're willing to cancel plans,
according to them, you're always busy damn it, why can't they just catch a
break?
8. Walk away, never
toward. I don't give a flying shit that he's wearing your favorite shirt and
holding a monkey on his head, smile, wave, walk the other way. The only time
you walk toward is if the douche needs medical attention and even then...if
he's gonna live, so will you.
9. It’s not about you.
I know, I know, you're just so pissed about Shelly and how she gave you a
bitchy look during chem, but control yourself. It’s about him, ask him questions,
in return, he will ask you. This. Is. Called. A. Conversation.
10. Put your damn
phone away. When you're in his space, you aren't on Facebook or tweeting about
it, this is how you lose his attention and gain another cat. Toss the cell
phone away or Wingmen Inc will very politely shove it up your ass.
If the first ten rules
are too difficult for you to comprehend, you probably aren't the client for
us...because quite honestly...there are forty more, no chance in hell you'll
get through them if you're already scowling. Buh-Bye.
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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