Thursday, April 7, 2016

The Matchmaker's Playbook (Wingmen Inc. #1) by Rachel Van Dyken [REVIEW + GIVEAWAY]

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.…

5 Hook me Up stars
The Matchmaker’s Playbook is a standalone and is part of the Wingmen Inc. series. Each book focuses on the males that run the company. This book is really funny. If you like the way Rachel Van Dyken wrote the Consequence series you will not be disappointed with this one, it has the same feel, but it’s a completely different story.

Ian was going to play in the NFL, until he got into a car accident. No longer a player, he’s in school and is running his own business with his best friend Lex. Ian is a wingman, what’s that? He helps women land the guy of their dreams.

I really loved the concept of this book.  First off, I love it when the clueless girl needs help from the player boy on campus. I found Ian charming, witty and funny.  He’s addicted to women and he’s anti-relationships even though he’s good at getting women into relationships. What I liked best about Ian is that yes he is selfish and egotistical, but he cares about his clients. He wants these ladies to be in good relationships, not just any relationships in general.

Blake is the tom-boy next door. She wears alethic clothes, no make-up and ADIDAS flip flops. I love that Blake isn’t the girlie girl nor falls head over heels for Ian. She’s sweet, adorable and very likable. She kinds of reminds me of the author (since I see Rachel Van Dyken’s Facebook photos in work-out clothes) < --- random I know. Blake makes being comfortable and working out cool and hip.  The out of date clothing references was hilarious and I couldn’t get enough of it.

I liked Blake, I liked that she is innocent, but not a push over. I loved that she needed Ian’s help and I loved their interactions. The banter is very funny and I laughed out loud various times. I couldn’t get enough of the back to back dialogue and that is something the author is very good at. I love dialogue in books.

Blake and Ian meet many times and Ian helps Blake break out of her shell, become more girly and gain more confidence. Ian has certain rules in place to keep himself in check with clients, but he’s slowly realizing the more time he spends with Blake, the more rules he wants to break as he gets to know her.

The book didn’t seem typical, but fresh and easy. I liked the mild tension, but there wasn’t angst. It was the perfect-light hearted read. It will put a smile on your face and maybe give you inspiration to go work-out. It’s a win in my book!

An ARC was provided.

I got to meet Rachel at the RT book signing. She's really that pretty in person.  I thinks she's so talented and I love that she can write serious and comical books. She's one of the few authors that can make me laugh and cry at the same time. I was bummed I missed Thor and husband! I can't wait to see her again when she comes back to Texas in October. I'm on the watch-out for baby and hubbie.  More photos - > HERE

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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Other Books by Rachel

The Dark Ones Saga

The Dark Ones #1 AMAZON  Barnes & Noble: Smashwords: iBooks: - REVIEW
Untouchable Darkness #2 AMAZON  Barnes & NobleSmashwordsiBooks: Kobo - REVIEW


The Consequence Series

The Consequence of Loving Colton #1 AMAZON | REVIEW
The Consequence of Revenge #2 AMAZON | REVIEW

The RUIN series

Toxic #2 AMAZON


 The Eagle Elite Series

Elude #6 Pre-Order AMAZON
Bang Bang (Novella) AMAZON | REVIEW

 The BET series

The Wager #2 AMAZON | REVIEW
The Dare #3 AMAZON

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.

She keeps her home in Idaho with her Husband and their snoring Boxer, Sir Winston Churchill. She loves to hear from readers! You can follow her writing journey at

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