Exclusive Excerpt: The Matchmaker’s Playbook (#1, Wingmen) by Rachel Van Dyken

There’s been so much buzz about Rachel Van Dyken’s latest release—The Matchmaker’s Playbook! Packing lots of sizzle and wit, Blake and Ian’s chemistry is wholly irresistible! Better yet, The Matchmaker’s Playbook is out today and I’ve got a never-before-seen excerpt to get you started!

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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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“Nope.” I stood. “You cooked. Lex and I will do cleanup.”

Lex’s eyebrows shot up. “We will?”

I stared.

Slowly, he scooted out his chair, stood, and helped me take everything into the kitchen. Once the girls were out of earshot, he whistled and sad, “Dude, nice work. I didn’t even recognize her.”

I smiled proudly. “She looks cute, right?”

Lex burst out laughing. “Are you high? She looks more than cute.” He stepped backward and peered around the corner, then made his way back into the kitchen. “She looks hot.”

“Hot?” I let the word roll around in my head a bit, then abruptly snuffed it out. “I guess.”

“You guess?”

Dishes. I needed to wash dishes, because if I focused too much on Blake’s small transformation, I was going to be in a world of hurt, and not the emotional kind. Hell no, it would be all physical. Already my body was responding as if my hands weren’t in soapy water but sliding all over her body.

I inwardly groaned. I had no time to stop by some random girl’s house and alleviate the hurt.

“Have you kissed her yet?” Lex asked as I held out a plate for him to take. It dropped out of my hand, but luckily he caught it before it smashed into the floor. “I’ll take that as a no.”

“She’s never kissed a guy. It would be . . . wrong.” I held out another plate. Lex didn’t take it. Instead he stared open mouthed at me.

“Are you . . . falling for her?”

“What?” I burst out laughing. “Hell no. Have you seen her flip-flops?”

“Not like she’d be wearing them in bed, amigo.”

“What’s our number one rule?” I scrubbed the next plate vigorously as visions of her perky breasts invaded every logical corner of my brain.

“Don’t fall for the clients.”

“Don’t. Fall.” I scrubbed harder. “For.” My hand was starting to cramp. “The clients.”

“I think it’s clean, bro.” Lex jerked the plate out of my hands and gave me a pat on the back. “And you’re the one who made the rules. Not me.”

“We have a legitimate company, one that both of us are hoping will eventually take over as the number one dating app in the world. Why screw that up because you fall for a sad girl who wants the guy who’s never looked twice at her?”

Lex smirked, his toothy grin making me want to inflict violence on his person. Or another damn dish. “Why, indeed?”

“You’re seriously shitting up the wrong tree and you’re pissing me off. Go argue with Gabi or something.”

“So no kissing?”

I sighed and braced myself against the porcelain sink. “No. Not unless it’s absolutely necessary.”

“Hmm.”

The girls’ chatter got louder as they made their way into the kitchen.

“No dessert?” Blake piped up.

I froze.

Lex and I were both still facing the kitchen window, and I could see his smug expression in the reflection. Just like he could see me flipping him off right above the dishwater.

“Dessert? I didn’t get any,” Gabi said, “but—”

“Actually.” I turned around quickly. “About that . . . Blake, can I talk to you upstairs for a minute?”

“Sure.” But she hesitated.

“Great.” I grabbed her hand and tugged her toward the stairs, praying that Gabi and Lex would get into it so I’d have an excuse to call the police and get the hell out of that house before I embarked on more rule-breaking.

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