The Matchmaker’s Playbook (Wingmen Inc. 1)
RELEASE DAY APRIL 5th, 2016
Publisher: Skyscape (April 5, 2016)
Publication Date: April 5, 2016
Sold by: Amazon Digital Services, Inc.
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…
Lex “suck my balls” Luther
Every hero needs a villain right? I mean thats how some of the best stories are written, so why not have one in real life? You’d think that being a certified genius would be enough, but for Lex, it isn’t, Poly Sci just isn’t what it used to be you know? So he seduces women by day and hacks computers by night.
If Ian is the beauty behind Wingman Inc. then Lex is the brains.
Only, he’s hella hot too.
Seriously, just ask the two girls currently vying for his attention in bed while he tries to take down the
Its a tough job, but hey, someones gotta do it!
A 🌟🌟🌟🌟🌟 Review of THE MATHCMAKER’S PLAYBOOK by Rachel Van Dyken
Amy at Pages Abound
“I’d never given a girl a second though. I never took business home with me.
But I was still thinking about Blake long after she left.”
I literally had to read this book twice just days apart; it was so incredibly addicting and brilliantly written. Rachel Van Dyken has given us another amazing series full of witty humor, laugh out loud moments, passion, blunders, and incredible feels. Full of amazingly insightful information about women and the dating world, this is just the beginning for the Wingmen, Inc.
With a unique storyline involving a matchmaking business, Ian Hunter is the modern day Superman. Swooping in to help women land the man of their dreams, he works to help empower women to find their strengths and love themselves for who they are—he helps them find their confidence. Although he is arrogant, smart, sexy, cocky and extremely confident, he knows women and is willing to put his game playing skills to use for good. But when Blake Olsen, the frumpy roommate of his good friend Gabi, asks for his help, Hunter seems to find himself struggling to follow the game plan. Blake may just be the one woman who will throw Hunter off his game, leaving him in danger of breaking his cardinal rule.
Blake Olsen hides herself away behind the oversized sweatshirt and Adidas sliders. So when she reaches out the mysterious Wingman, Inc. to help her land the boy who has captured her heart, she never expects to find herself turning her love life over to the one person who introduced himself to her naked.
Bring to life an amazing group of friends with such electric chemistry, Rachel Van Dyken has delivered an outstanding romantic comedy that meets all the requirements. Be ready to add this to your top reads of the year. And…stay tuned for Lex, the sidekick, and Gabi to make their dramatic and explosive appearance in Wingman, Inc. 2!
“What are you doing in my room?” Her voice was accusatory low, and kind of sexy—if I closed my eyes and
thought of it belonging to a different body.
“You mean Gabi’s room?”
“No.” Her nostrils flared. “My
“And you are?” I held out my hand, because I was a gentleman first, a certifiable man-whore second, and
because my grandma used to swat my ass every time I introduced myself without a firm handshake.
Her eyes widened as she stared at my naked body.
“Fine,” I said with a half shrug and then stood. “But I literally only have three minutes before Gabi hands me my
ass. You want the bed or the floor, since you’re already there?”
And Gabi said I wasn’t charitable enough? Damn, look at me, just ready to hand out orgasms for free.
“What?” New girl’s wide roaming eyes finally lifted to meet mine. Damn, some people charge for that kind of
staring. “What are you talking about?”
“Okay, now we’re down to about two and a half minutes. I’m not gonna say it won’t be difficult, but I could
probably do something that would at least conjure up a little panting. Maybe a scream or two.”
“Scream?” she said, her eyebrows drawing together. “What are you talking about? And why are you naked?”
“I was looking for clothes before you barged in on me.”
“In my room.”
“Look.” I glanced at my watch. “Now we’re really getting into dangerous territory. I’ve been nicknamed
Superman in bed, but I’m not actually sure I can do a repeat of 2014, though I’d love to add another instance to
the record books. So if we’re going to do this, you need to hurry up and take at least your shirt off.”
“Are you”—her cheeks reddened—“a stripper for the party?”
Hmm. The idea had merit. I could do a free show, which would make me a saint, considering what I typically
charge each client.
“No.” I held out my hand. When she didn’t take it, I took it upon myself to lift her from the floor and onto her feet.
She kicked. She even tried to bite me.
“There we go. A little enthusiasm!”
“Put me down!” She jerked away from me.
I set her away from me and crossed my arms. “Sorry, time’s up. You have ten seconds left, and even I can’t
perform a miracle of this”—I pointed at her baggy shirt, baggy shirts, and, holy shit, was she wearing tube
socks?—“caliber.” I swallowed. “Just a guess, but were you homeschooled?”
Her face reddened with either embarrassment or anger. “No! And I live here. This is my room!”
“But it’s Gabi’s room.”
“We switched this morning!” She stomped her foot. The girl was wearing old-school Adidas flip-flops.
They still made those? Huh. It was like seeing a real live T. rex.
“Why are you staring at my feet?”
“They have to be worth a mint by now.” I tapped my chin and continued staring at the ugly rubber flip-flops.
“Impressive. Really impressive.”
“Are you even listening to me?” she shrieked. “Put some clothes on and get out of my room. Or don’t put
clothes on and just get out of my room. Whichever.”
“Exactly.” I nodded seriously. “I was just about to do that when you tumbled in. Now,” I said slowly, “you say
you switched rooms?”
“Which makes Gabi’s room . . . ?”
She pointed down the hall. I had a brief moment of recollection in which Gabi had mentioned something about
switching to the smaller room because the two new roommates were going to share.
“Ah, you must be Serena.”
“Blake,” she growled. “Serena’s blonde.”
I’d have bet she was hot too. Serena was a hot-girl name. Blake? It was what you named a girl that you thought
was going to be a boy and therefore projected all your boyhood dreams onto her. Ten bucks that her dad had
made her play every sport in the book and she was either the product of divorce or single parenting.
“Why are you still standing here . . . naked?” This time she looked away, covering her face with her hands.
“What’s wrong with being naked? You do know you were born that way, right?”
“Just”—she didn’t look again, but pointed at the door—“go.”
“Your loss.” I laughed. “Could have rocked your world.”
“My world doesn’t need rocking.”
I paused midway through the door and turned back, moving in close, making sure my breath would blow across
her neck as I whispered, “Now that’s where you’re wrong, Blake. Every girl needs to allow her world to be
rocked, at least once. Or if said rocking is coming from me? Twice.”
omped over to the swear jar and tossed in a dollar bill.