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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TRAILER: - YES, Rachel OWNS THE RIGHTS.
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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.
ABOUT RACHEL VAN DYKEN
Rachel Van Dyken is the New York Times, Wall Street Journal, and USA Today Bestselling author of regency and contemporary romances. When she's not writing you can find her drinking coffee at Starbucks and plotting her next book while watching The Bachelor.
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