Monday, April 4, 2016

Blog Tour ARC Review + Giveaway: The Matchmaker's Playbook by Rachel Van Dyken

The Matchmaker's Playbook 
(Wingmen Inc. 1)
by Rachel Van Dyken
Release Date: APRIL 5th, 2016

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…

4.5 'hilarious NA romcom' stars

This is one of those rare book that I started on it, put it off, return to it and end up loving it. Ian Hunter is really testing my patience when I met him in the first chapter. Not only is he a certified whore, he even labelled those mindless girls he banged as 'the stupid ones'. Yeah, never 'the sad ones', he had morals after all. I find that highly offensive and his juvenile crude jokes make me want kick his nuts. 


So how the hell I move from hating disliking him to loving adoring him in a span of 290 pages? Is so hard to sum up my feelings, but his character and unique personality really grew on me... like fungus or mold. 

First of all, the book cover doesn't seem fitting. Although I'm glad that they branch out from just showing abs and tatted up naked men, it still doesn't fit the overall tone of the book. The cover actually reminds me of the old school romantic suspense and of this particular movie --->


Anyway, back to the story itself. The entirety of this romcom is centered around Ian Hunter, an ex-NFL player who owned Wingmen Inc. with his best buddy Lex. Is suppose to be a big secret, like Fight Club, only they help miserable female students to win the guy of their dream. Imagine them being the love coach

Blake is a female athlete in school. Yes, she is a girl, not a dude. Although the name seems fitting since she is basically a tomboy. She had quite an awkward introduction to Ian when she found out he is her new housemate's bestie and she hired him to win her childhood sweetheart.

"You saw me naked."
"I wasn't impressed."
"You're a shit liar. Then again, that may have been your first time seeing a naked man, and therefore, you're waiting to compare me to the sad, unfortunate soul-sucking individual you're going to end up with."


What follows then might sounds totally cliche and something I have read before, the supposed love coach falling for his client. But the author manage to put a nice twist into it, especially during the second half part and coupled with the tummy-ache inducing humor, it was an entertaining reading experience. 

"You can barely crawl. Those type of moves are for sprinters."
"I can sprint."
"No, you can't."
"Yes, I can!"
"You do realize I'm talking about the Kama Sutra, right?"

Apart from the humor that I love, albeit juvenile, which is fitting for their age, I love the fact that I can see the insecure side of the cocky Ian Hunter, the guy who used to think he can get any girl he wants. Blake prove to be an anomaly and for once he is second guessing himself. Does she love him? Is he good enough? The most entertaining part is to see him growing a vagina, drowning in a pile of pizza takeout and it was hilarious to boot. I'm torn between wanting to sympathize with his predicament and doing an evil laugh. Is payback time!

"How's it feel?"
"Um, getting my heart broken? Gee, I don't know, Lex. It kinda tickles, like a feather getting stuck up my ass. What the hell, man, are you serious right now?"


As this is told entirely from the hero's POV, we didn't really know what going on inside Blake's head. But she is quite a likable character, and I'm glad some of her action was explained well towards the end. I don't have anything to complaint about her.

Lastly, we can't forget Batman's sidekick, Robin, which in this case is Lex. I love their bromance. Seriously, if this book don't have any actual romance, I will still wanna read it for all of Ian and Lex's craziness and shenanigans. They are like Bonnie and Clyde, the partners in crime. For all their jabbering and bickering, we can truly see their deep friendship and affection for each other.

"Pretend I'm a chick."
"I'd rather not. Since I hate all women right now, I'm bound to do something stupid, like kiss you in hormonal confusion, then try to slam this bottle over your head in rage."


I also didn't like Lex in the beginning because he seems to be an even bigger whore compare to Ian. But then, I started enjoyed reading him and his nemesis, Gabi. I wonder is there all hate or maybe a combo of lust/hate. Honestly, I wish at this point, they only hate each other, because I can't stand the idea of him blatantly screwing everyone, while there are some underlying feelings somewhere. That just plain awful. 


All in all, this is a fabulous read for me. Recommended if you are interested in reform rake, high dose of not-so-grown-up jokes and complete with a great cast of supporting characters that I'm dying to read about them next.

"Now, shake that ass toward the door. I have some ideas that involve rope and zip ties."
"What? I was talking about home improvement, you dirty, dirty girl. Now, let's get out of here before I maul you in the closest bathroom. Gotta keep things classy where you're concerned."

The Matchmaker's Playbook by Rachel Van Dyken from Becca the Bibliophile on Vimeo.

“If you  hurt her, I’m going to break off your favorite appendage.”
“Silly Gabi.” I grinned. “Is that an invitation to touch?”
“Guarantee  if I ever do touch you, it will only end badly.”
“Tease.” I winked.
“Stop that.” She flicked me on the nose. “Your sexual prowess is dead to me. Dead!”
Rolling my eyes, I wrapped an arm around her and steered us both into the kitchen, where the smell of French bread and spaghetti filled the air. “Have I told you how much I miss our weekly dinners? Think we should do it daily? You know, so I don’t starve?”
Gabi shrugged out of my embrace. “Learn how to cook.”
I jutted out my lower lip. “It’s not for lack of knowledge.” I broke off a piece of warm bread, then poured myself a large glass of wine. “It’s because yours always tastes better.”
Gabi groaned loudly. “Damn, do the girls really fall for that? Still?”
“Eh.” I shrugged and made a so-so motion with my hand. “Nine out of ten.”
“You disgust me.”
“You say that every day.”
“Because it’s true every day.”
“When’s dinner ready?” Serena bounced into the room, literally, her head bobbing from left to right. Maybe that’s how girls like her built up more brain cells. They shook the air, and the pressure between their ears exploded, making tiny little brain-cell babies.
Gabi poked her head into the fridge. “When Lex gets here.”
“So it’s ready now?” she asked.
Never mind. No brain-cell babies. I fought the urge to point to the steaming spaghetti and bread sitting on the breakfast bar. Didn’t it look ready, kiddo?
“Technically,” I answered for Gabi. “But we aren’t eating”—I stressed the word “eating” even though I’d just taken some bread—“until my sidekick gets here.”
“Sidekick, huh?” Serena crossed her arms, forcing her boobs to kiss one another and nearly hit her in the chin.
“Oh, I thought you knew.” I gave her a sad face. “I’m the hero in this scenario . . . Even own my own cape. He’s basically the Robin to my Batman.”
“Batman’s hot.”
“So is Robin,” Gabi said defensively.
Whoa. Did she just defend Lex? I felt her forehead. She pushed my hand away and handed me some parmesan cheese.
The door flew open, and Lex stepped through, holding up two bottles of Cab. “Sorry, traffic was shit.”
“Language,” Gabi called.
Lex and I shared a look before Lex stomped over to the swear jar and tossed in a dollar bill.

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. 

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