THE MATCHMAKER’S REPLACEMENT
Wingman Inc. Book 2
By Rachel Van Dyken
Publisher: Skyscape
Publication Date: July 26, 2016
Wingman rule number
two: never reveal how much you want them.
Lex hates Gabi. Gabi hates Lex. But, hey, at least the hate
is mutual, right? All Lex has to do is survive the next few weeks training Gabi
in all the ways of Wingmen Inc. and then he can be done with her. But now that
they have to work together, the sexual tension and fighting is off the charts.
He isn’t sure if he wants to strangle her or throw her against the nearest
sturdy table and have his way with her.
But Gabi has a secret, something she’s keeping from not just
her best friend but her nemesis too. Lines are blurred as Lex becomes less the
villain she’s always painted him to be…and starts turning into something more.
Gabi has always hated the way she’s been just a little bit attracted to him—no
computer-science major should have that nice of a body or look that good in
glasses—but “Lex Luthor” is an evil womanizer. He’s dangerous. Gabi should stay
far, far away.
Then again, she’s always wanted a little danger.
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Review by Jen Hagen
The first book in the Matchmaker’s series focused on the co-founder of Wingmen Inc, Ian. This second book focuses on his partner in crime – Lex, aka Lex Luthor. Is Lex Luthor the villain he claims to be or does he turn out to be the hero?
I loved Lex. He was a walking sexscapade. I don’t even want to know how many women he has been with over the course of his life. He lost his virginity at the young age of 13 and from there on out has been a very busy guy with his one night stands. No repeats…Ever. He even has a manual for his bed partners!! The reason for his emotional distance from women is because his parents are part of a cold and loveless marriage. Meaningless sex with no attachments is his answer to stay away from getting involved in a relationship.
Lex and Ian have been best friends since forever. They have a gold mine with their Wingmen business. They have done so well with the business they have expanded their clientele and need to take on a new employee. The new employee? None other than Ian’s best friend, Gabi.
“You start tomorrow.”
Gabi’s cheeks turned red. I was betting on her backing out. She should, after all; she was innocent, hardly dated – hell my grandmother had more sexual experience than Gabi.
A turtle had more experience.
Gabi is a no nonsense girl. She’s also lacking severely in the sexual experience department. She has so much on her plate…college, work, and worrying about her parents being able to financially support themselves. She worries so much about her parents she is willing to work extra jobs to make certain her parents can pay their own bills. Bless her heart.
Lex is very loyal to his friends. If you are in his circle, you are golden. He will do anything for you…including hacking into your bank information to see where your funds are going. Enter the hero version of Lex. He and Gabi fight like oil and water, cats and dogs, and everything else that just aren’t meant to get along, but deep down Lex cares for Gabi and he wants to make life easier for her. He just can’t have Ian finding out that his feelings are moving away from annoyance into love interest.
She wasn’t just off limits.
She was untouchable. The one object between Ian and me that could destroy our friendship, create a chasm so deep and wide that I’d never be able to come back from it.
I loved the quick and witty banter between the group. Ian shows up periodically, but the story is mainly Lex and Gabi. The humor is off the charts hilarious! Of course I also have a teenage-boy sense of humor.
“Lex is Lex! It’s like controlling a horny tomcat! Eventually it’s going to break out of the litter box and get some.”
It was fun to see Lex move from his sex-only status and into the world of an adult relationship. The story is told from both Lex and Gabi points of view and both of them will have you laughing! Lex is caught in a conundrum though…he risks losing it all…He will lose if Ian doesn’t approve of him and Gabi, and he will lose if he lets Gabi go.
“We’re done!” Ian screamed. “You hear me? We. Are. Done!”
He stalked out of the room.
The front door slammed.
And Lex Luthor, super villain, my hero, boyfriend, and the strongest guy I’d ever known, crumpled into my arms and didn’t let go."
Can Lex Luthor pull off one more superhero stunt and convince Ian that he truly cares for Gabi? There’s nothing in the Matchmaker manual to help him in this situation. Lex is on his own. Let’s hear it for Lex…Good Luck Lex!!
EXCERPT:
I hated him.
HATED him.
Hate, hate, hate. I chanted the words to myself that very next
morning as I stomped toward his ridiculously expensive house, next to the
ridiculously nice lake, with his ridiculously loud red Mercedes parked out
front. Jackass.
I’d be doing society a favor if I set it on fire.
Seriously.
The thing was probably filled with so much bodily fluid and
disease that if he got in a car accident he’d infect the entire freeway and
start a citywide epidemic.
I shuddered.
I compartmentalized Lex into two boxes.
The first box was Childhood Lex, the friend who used to hang out
with Ian and me before he moved across town, never to be seen again. He used to
ride with me to school, and when I was sick he gave me my own box of
Kleenex—never mind that he stole it from his teacher’s desk. The point is,
Childhood Lex was a keeper.
Box number two?
Asshole Lex, also known as the version I was walking toward. The
Lex I met when I was eighteen, who momentarily stunned me speechless with his
godlike beauty, had been a figment of my overactive, sad, hormone-riddled
imagination.
On the outside? The perfect man.
With a brooding and sultry smile.
Biceps the size of my head.
Who gave me the distinct feeling that if I ran my hands over his
buzzed hair I’d orgasm before he even touched me.
Whatever. I was over it. So over it.
A lot of people had stupid crushes when they were eighteen,
right?
Now all I saw when I looked into his stormy blue eyes was syph
or the clap, and that was being generous. The dude was a walking STD and
seriously tried every nerve I had. He was an ass. Plain and simple, no sugar
coating. He was the type of guy who’d tell a chick that she looked fat in a
dress or who refused to share the communal breadbasket. See! He couldn’t even
adhere to typical manners during mealtime! Just thinking about him had me tied
up in knots.
Last year, when I went shopping and stupidly invited Ian
along—which of course meant Lex had to come—I was told in no uncertain terms
that if I would just stop drinking chocolate milk in the morning I’d be able to
fit into a smaller size.
He’d smiled.
His dimples had deepened.
He’d even crossed his arms as if to say, Look, I did you a
favor, pat me on the back.
Instead I had kicked him in the balls and tried to give him a
black eye, clocking Ian in the face.
My point? Lex. Was. The. Devil.
I made a point of only hanging out with Lex when absolutely
necessary, and even then I almost always had Ian as a buffer. But now that he
was playing love nest with my ex-roomie, Blake? Well, I was on my own.
Lex opened the door after my third aggressive knock. Black
sweatpants hung low on his hips, a vintage Mariners shirt fell open around his
neck, and he was wearing black-framed glasses that made his eyes more appealing
than should be legal.
“Sunshine,” he said, his smirk deepening as he crossed his burly
arms over his chest.
“Dickhead.” I smiled sweetly. “New glasses? They look thicker
than last time.”
“Better to see you with.” He leaned forward, his eyes narrowing
into tiny slits. “There they are.” He reached for one of my boobs.
I slapped his hand away so hard my palm stung.
“Probably not the best way to treat your new male clients.” He
shook his hand and turned towards the living room leaving the door wide open.
Manners were completely lost on him.
Gritting my teeth, I slammed the door behind me and took off my
shoes because I knew if I didn’t he’d give me hell.
He was a freak like that.
For as much ass as he got, it was shocking how much Lysol he
used around the house. His clothes were never wrinkled; everything was
pristine.
Even his breath.
Damn him.
He drank coffee like a Starbucks employee but never had coffee
breath.
It was almost painful, staring him in the face, knowing that
everything on the outside appeared perfect—but didn’t match the inside at all,
not even close!
Beauty like Lex’s was dangerous and wickedly tempting, like
something out of a paranormal romance novel. Sometimes, at night, when I
dreamed of Lex getting hit by a car, I imagined him as a vampire roaming the
streets in his favorite black sweats, shirtless, shimmering under the
streetlights, just waiting for whores to line up so he could take a few bites.
A pencil flew by my head.
“Yo.” Lex’s eyebrows shot up. “We have a lot of work to do if
we’re going to get you ready for the next two clients. Daydream about chicks on
your own time.”
“I’m not a lesbian.”
He bit on his bottom lip, sinking back in his chair as his eyes
slowly roamed from my mismatched socks all the way up to my head. “Okay,
whatever you say, Gabs.”
I will not commit homicide. I will not commit homicide. “You
know,” I said as I tossed my purse onto the table, “it’s offensive that you
assume all lesbians dress like crap.” So what? I was wearing a ratty white
T-shirt and ripped jeans, and I was pretty sure I still had mascara on from the
night before. It was my Lex repellant. He hated sloppiness.
“Offensive.” He nodded. “Also true . . .” He used the spare
pencil from behind his ear to slide my purse over to the farthest side of the
table. “It wouldn’t kill you to wear something other than jeans and T-shirts,
Gabs.” He sighed. “Say it with me: dresssss—”
I grabbed the pencil from his hand, broke it into two pieces,
and handed them back to him. “I wear dresses, just not for you. Dresses are
your kryptonite, especially short black ones. I refuse to be a part of your
‘shower time.’”
He snorted. “You wish.”
“Yes. Every night when I go to sleep I pray for Lex to dream of
me while he jerks off because yet another girl refused to follow his
instructions in bed : ‘Damn it, use the manual!’” I said, using my best
imitation of Lex’s voice. I’d only heard him shout instructions to a girl once,
and it had scarred me for life. What the hell are you doing? Do I look like I’m
satisfied? There’s a diagram! Ugh.
Lex rolled his eyes. “Very funny, and the manual is there for a
reason. Do you even know how many chicks get confused when I call out sexual
positions? It’s like, get there faster, you know?”
My feelings were torn between fascination and disgust. “So,” I
changed the subject. “Let’s train, because I have about ten years worth of
Organic Chem homework.”
Lex sighed and held out his hand.
“No.” I crossed my arms. “I don’t need help.”
Okay, I needed help, desperately needed help, and Lex wasn’t
just passably smart but a certified genius, at least when he applied himself. I
refused to ask him to go over my homework just because Organic Chem was, to me,
like reading a foreign language.
He cleared his throat.
I didn’t move.
Finally, he stood, slowly walked over to the end of the table,
and fished the chem book from my oversized purse. “What chapter?”
“Lex—”
“If I’m teaching you Organic Chem, at least say Professor Lex.”
“Listen very closely, Lex.” I went over and jerked my book out
of his hands. “I didn’t need your help last year when I almost failed biology,
and I sure as hell don’t need your help now. Let’s just get this training done
so I can go home and suffer in silence, alright?”
“Fine.” He dropped my book against the table and then, without
warning, grabbed me by my shoulders and pushed me against the counter that
bordered the kitchen. My butt hit the cupboard . “Up until now we’ve been helping
people find their perfect match. Basically acting like a wingman so that the
idiots of this world see the girl who’s been standing in front of them all
along .”
Why was he standing so close? Did we have to be touching? I told
my body not to respond to his proximity, but Lex was magnetic, even if every
part of him was evil. My brain was having trouble functioning while his large
palms were pressed into the tops of my shoulders.
“Okay.” I swallowed. “And now that you’re allowing guys to
become clients of Wingmen Inc., I basically do the same thing. Give them
confidence, help them capture the one girl who’s always seen them as the
friend—or worse, who they’ve been invisible to.”
“What’s that like, I wonder?” Lex still didn’t release me.
“Being invisible . . . Maybe next time a dude ignores you, take notes.”
And another insult.
“Lex.” I huffed out a breath. “Just get on with it.”
“Right.” His eyes momentarily locked on mine before he rubbed
the bridge of his nose where his glasses were perched. It was not sexy. It
wasn’t. Really. That. Sexy. “So whenever we take on a new client, we give them
a list of questions, meet them in a public place, and then use the power of
human emotions like jealousy and curiosity to get the other person interested.
That’s where you come in. If another girl sees our client as desirable, he
becomes desirable.”
“That easy?”
“Sort of.” Lex leaned forward. “But you can’t suck.”
“Suck?”
“At anything.” His lips hovered near my mouth. He was starting
to freak me out. I wanted to run away, but I was pinned.
“Lex, if you kiss me I will bite your tongue off. I swear.”
“If I was actually kissing you”—Lex released one of my shoulders
and placed a finger against my mouth—“you’d know it. This, my frumpy friend, is
training.”
His lips descended.
They pressed against mine, then pulled back. “Yeah.” He shook
his head. “Gabs, you’re going to need to open your mouth a bit more. Guys are
stupid. They always assume that more tongue means better kissing, when the
opposite is true, but you still need to have your lips parted, not locked down
like Fort Knox.”
“What’s happening?” I tried to push away from him.
Lex rolled his eyes. “Gabs, believe me, this is all business.
You can even keep your hand on my junk the whole time.”
“What!” I roared.
“So you know without a doubt that nothing about you turns me
on.” He grinned menacingly. “Seriously, I don’t mind.”
“I do!”
“Hey!” He chuckled. “I was just trying to help.”
“Grabbing your penis is not the answer, Lex!”
“Weird, because it so often is.”
“I hate today.”
“Is it the rain?” He frowned.
“It’s not—”
“It is.”
“Stop that!” I shoved him. “Hurry up and grade my kissing skills
so I can go home and study.”
“Kissing, hand holding, hugging, cuddling, laughing,
winking—just a few things you need to master.” He was firing off so many
horrible, body-numbing words.
“Just hurry up,” I grumbled in a defeated voice as I tried to
block out the fact that he was a good-looking ass who offended me with every
single breath he took.
“Ah . . .” Lex held up his hand. “One never hurries a kiss.”
“What about a passionate kiss?”
“A passionate kiss isn’t hurried, it’s frenzied. Damn, don’t you
know anything?”
Heat swamped my cheeks.
“How many guys have you kissed, Gabs?”
“Plenty!” Five. I’d kissed five.
“You blush down your neck when you lie.” Lex cupped my chin and
then brought his lips down against mine again. “Part.”
Sighing against his mouth, I relaxed my lips while his slid
across.
He pulled back, wearing a frown of irritation. “A bit more,
Gabs. Guys want access.”
I kept my eyes open.
So did he.
I didn’t want him assuming I was into it, which was probably his
exact line of thinking. Only keeping my eyes open was an entirely raw
experience, watching him watch me while I felt him.
I shivered.
“Cold?” That stupid smirk was back.
“Frigid.” I glared, putting myself down before he had a chance
to.
“You read my mind.” He nodded seriously. “Now stop being a
bitch, and let me teach you how to kiss.”
“I know how to kiss!” I don’t know what came over me—maybe it
was the need to prove myself, or possibly it was just stress over the entire
situation. Needing to stay in school and hating that he was the answer, I
wrapped my arms around his neck and jumped, my hips colliding with his as I
mauled his mouth with as much passion as I could conjure up, this time closing
my eyes and putting everything I had into it.
With a growl, Lex pushed me back against the countertop. As my
butt collided with the edge, his tongue plunged into my mouth and his hands dug
into my hair, pulling it free from its ponytail while he changed positions his
lips demanding a punishing kiss from a different angle as his he gave my hair a
harder tug back.
I grasped at his T-shirt, pulling him closer and nearly falling
backward into the sink.
And then, just when I was in danger of losing myself to the kiss
that would probably be the best kiss of my life, I bit down on his bottom lip.
That move didn’t work out the way I’d planned, not at all. In my
head it was smart. I’d piss him off, get him to pull back and leave me alone.
It did nothing of the sort.
Nothing of the sort at] all.
With a hiss he pulled back, fire blazing in his eyes. For a
split second that seemed to go on for an eternity, he hovered and I waited,
both of us on the edge of something. He wet his lips, I mimicked the movement,
and then, like a snake, he struck. His mouth fused to mine in a punishing kiss,
one that bruised my mouth while imprinting its essence on my soul.
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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