The Matchmaker’s Playbook by Rachel Van Dyken Release Day Blitz and Review
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…
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.
“Blake,” I hissed.
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.
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.
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.
What I Thought
Title – The Matchmaker’s Playbook
Author – Rachel Van Dyken
Format – Kindle eBook
Pages – 306
Release Date – 05/-4/2016
Publsiher – Skyscape
Anyone that follows my blog will be able to tell by now that I am a HUGE Rachel Van Dyken fan!! When this book appeared on my Kindle, I squealed with excitement and got stuck right in! I find Rachel’s books to be super fun reads and The Matchmaker’s Playbook was no exception.
The story follows Ian and Blake. Ian was at the top of his game. One of the best in his field with a career with the NFL. Everything was in high supply to him. Fame, money and women! Until an injury ended his career. At a loss with what to do with his time next, Ian decides to turn his attention to the next thing after sport that he is an expert with……women. Along with his bestfriend, Lex, Ian start up a company called Wingmen Inc. A secret agency to help women only, to help the shy and awkward blossom and get the men of their dreams. In the words of the man himself………..
And I was more than just a football player.
I was THE player.
The best of them all.
So who better to teach women how not to get played than an actual player?
One of the rules of Wingmen Inc……..never get involved with the clients. Enter Blake!! She is the new housemate of Ian’s other best friend, Gabi, she dresses pretty much like one of the guys, always wearing Adidas flip flops that went out in the 90’s. Slighty nerdy and a virgin. She’s never even been kissed. She comes to Wingmen Inc for help in getting a fellow athlete and long time friend, David, to notice her. Ian thinks she may be their hardest client to date.
Straight away there is something about Blake that gets to Ian. As Ian starts to help transform Blake to dress more girlie and be more confident in herself, his interest in her just grows. Ian is enjoying himself playing around with Blake and making her crush jealous. A crush he ends up disliking. Jealous much! Lines blur, Ian pushes the bounderies in this play more than he has with other clients but he just can’t help himself. It’s more for him than actually helping Blake get David.
For the first time in his life, Ian doesn’t want to be a player anymore, he wants the girl for himself, to keep. But for the first time in his life, Ian wants a girl who wants someone else. He wants to break the rules of his own company. Who will end up getting the girl…….Ian or her long time crush?
Rachel is brilliant at injecting humour into her stories. It pulls you in and you just have to read her books in one sitting. They totally capture you. The pace and creative writing help you fall in love with Ian and just have you hoping throughout that he gets his girl.
This story is written completely from the male point of view, this was a little strange for me at first as usually the books I read from the male perspective are part of a series and its just like one of the books repeated but in their mindset. It was like a breath of fresh air reading from Ian’s view point though, it was different but really enjoyable. His way of thinking was totally egotystical but hilarious and I loved it. He is a very charismatic character.
The story was over far too quickly for me. I could of just read on and on with the banter and flirtation between Ian and Blake keeping you thoroughly entertained. How Rachel comes up with this stuff blows my mind, but I would love to be in her head for a day, I bet it would be such a giggle.
The writing style is easy to follow. Its riveting and whimsical. Rachel makes it very easy to envision the characters and their story as it happens. I think The Matchmaker’s Playbook encompases so many genre’s, Contemporary, New Adult, Romance, Humour, College, that it will attract a huge audience.
The storyline keeps you guessing throughout. In some books it is obvious from the get go that the man will get his woman etc, but in The Matchmaker’s Playbook you are kept wondering throughout.
The seconadary characters Lex and Gabi are also fun and entertaining and straight away you are wondering what their story is and I can’t wait for next installment in this series to find out!
An awesome book Rachel Van Dyken!!
About The Author
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, adorable son, and two snoring boxers! She loves to hear from readers!
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