12 Steps to Mr. Right
by Cindi Madsen
Publication Date: September 26th 2016
Published by: Entangled:
Contemporary Select
Genres: Adult, Romance
From The Book Junkie Reads . . . 12
Steps to Mr. Right . . .
Charming, fun, witty, romantic. If it only took 12 precised steps to find Mr. Right there would be more out there with a match that would last. The connection between Savannah and Lincoln was charming. The fun they had together was apparent. The witty comebacks they had for each other and in some cases other was delightful. The combination of all the above was romantic.
Savannah was a relationship coach that had 12 steps to impart to her clients and friends alike to find the right man. I am not sure that she quite realized that each step to some degree mimicked her friendship with Linc. I did enjoy the array of women that came and went during the story. Aunt Velma was something else. Getting know each of them was like a foretelling of things possible to come. At the same time I was wanting more of Savannah and Linc.
**This ARC was provided via NetGalley
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BLURB
12 steps to finding Mr.
Right, composed by dating coach extraordinaire Savannah Gamble
1: Admit to being
powerless over your attraction to the wrong type of guy. (Like Lincoln Wells,
who broke your heart after an unforgettable one-night stand.)
2: Believe Mr. Right is
out there.
3: Take inventory of
past mistakes. (See step #1.)
4: Make a list of
qualities you want in a man. (Avoid charming baseball players/reason you made
these rules in the first place)
5: Take charge of your
own life.
6: Learn to love
yourself.
7: Sort the hookup guys
from the relationship guys. (Avoid a painful brushoff after an amazing night
together.)
8: Never, ever settle.
(Even if the chemistry is off-the-charts.)
9: Don’t believe you can
change a guy. (Once a commitment-phobe, always a commitment-phobe)
10: Communicate your
needs.
11: Open your heart
& love fully. (Still working on this one…)
12: Don’t ever, ever
stray from the steps.
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EXCERPT
“Savannah? Savannah Gamble?” a different, deeper voice
said from behind me. Scooping up my coffee, I spun around.
And squeezed
my cup so hard the lid popped off. Scalding liquid sloshed over my hand and
onto the floor, barely missing my shoes. Hot,
hot, hot.
Linc grabbed
napkins and started patting my fingers, at which point I became fairly certain
he wasn’t, in fact, a mirage or figment of my imagination. I set my coffee cup
and bag aside so I could help clean myself up.
Only I got
caught up staring into familiar blue eyes instead. Hot.
That was the
problem with Lincoln Wells. Between the light brown hair he usually kept on the
buzzed too short side and those striking blue
eyes, he was the kind of hot that’d scrambled my brain for an entire year in
college.
“Sorry,”
he said, wadding the napkins into a ball and making a perfect toss into the
nearby trash can. “Didn’t mean to startle
you.”
One corner
of his mouth curved up—oh the hours I’d spent daydreaming about that sexy
crooked smile—and then he pulled me in for a hug. “I can’t believe it’s really
you.”
On
autopilot—or maybe force of habit—I hugged him back. Like in college, he was
all lean muscle, although he’d filled out a bit, broader in the shoulders and
chest. My heart skipped a few beats, and I told myself to stop those rising
tendrils of attraction right in their tracks. No thinking about how solid or
warm he was, or how long it’d been since I’d been this close to a guy in
general, much less a good-looking one.
I pulled
back and grabbed my coffee and muffin so I wouldn’t be tempted to reach for him
again. “Wow, it’s been a long time. Are you in town for a visit or—”
“Ivy
didn’t tell you? I moved back. Last weekend, actually.”
Admittedly
she and I had been missing each other lately, playing phone tag due to crazy
schedules, but news like this? It deserved a meet-up involving alcohol at the
very least.
Which is probably why she’s been so
persistent in trying to get me to go to Azure. But if he moved back to town
last week… Ivy had probably put off telling me, afraid of how I’d react.
Linc ran
his gaze down me, and the only reason I straightened, patted my bun, and wished
I’d showered and worn something besides yoga pants was because I wanted him to
see what he’d missed out on. Not because I wanted to impress him or anything. I
didn’t want him to look at me as more than a friendly acquaintance. The cool
girl he used to hang with in college.
Who he’d
had drunken sex with one night.
Author Info
Cindi Madsen is a USA
Today Bestselling author of contemporary romance and young adult novels. She
sits at her computer every chance she gets, plotting revising, and falling in
love with her characters. Sometimes it makes her a crazy person. Without it,
she’d be even crazier. She has way too many shoes, but can always find a reason
to buy a new pretty pair, especially if they’re sparkly, colorful, or super
tall. She loves music, dancing, and wishes summer lasted all year long. She
lives in Colorado (where summer is most definitely NOT all year long) with her
husband and three children.
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