12 Steps to Mr. Right
by Cindi Madsen
Publication Date: September 26, 2016
Genres: Adult, Entangled: Contemporary Select, Romance
Publication Date: September 26, 2016
Genres: Adult, Entangled: Contemporary Select, Romance
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Synopsis: 12 steps to finding Mr. Right, composed by dating coach extraordinaire Savannah Gamble1:
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.
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.
EXCERPT
#1:
When
I turned to Linc, every thought involving other guys faded. My focus
honed in on his hand still on my back, his body only a breath away
from mine. The temptation to see what’d happen if I made a move
called to me as I remembered exactly what it felt like to be flush
against him.
I
managed to resist that
move,
but despite my brain telling me not to do it, I placed my hand on his
biceps, my thumb tracing the curve there. “Did you get your
mysterious work done, then?”
“I
got what I need, yeah.” His fingers twitched against my back, the
fingertips radiating five spots of heat. “You ready to go, or do
you need to do more ogling—er, research?”
I
smiled and said, “I think I’m good. To the bar with all the happy
Braves fans?”
Just
as I was about to drop my hand, my fingertips hit a rougher patch of
skin. My gaze dropped to the puckered pink scar, and I traced the
long line underneath his elbow, from the bottom of his biceps to the
beginning of his forearm. “From the surgery?”
His
throat worked a swallow. “Yeah.”
“Is
it hard being in the locker room? I’m sure it brings back a lot of
memories.”
Linc
glanced around. “Missing it comes and goes in waves. When we first
walked in, it punched me in the gut, but now…” His gaze met mine
again, and my heart tugged, because I could tell how hard he was
fighting his emotions. It reminded me of a night in college when he’d
shown up at my door, told me he’d received some bad news, and asked
me to distract him.
Obviously
he wasn’t totally in the not-missing-baseball phase yet, and after
seeing the passion he still had for the game, what he’d been
through the past year hit me. How did you recover from losing the
thing you were most passionate about?
“I
remember when you first told me about your big baseball plans—the
same night we climbed on top of the natural science building because
you got it into your head that you needed to be closer to the stars,
and I was sure we were going to get suspended.” While I’d been
pursing my English degree, and I liked what I studied, I’d thought
that I’d never been as passionate about anything as he was about
baseball.
“I
remember that night. I also remember that I barely got a C on that
project—you kinda sucked as a constellation-spotting wingman.”
I
poked his chest. “Hey! You’re the one who brought all the beer!
Once the stars blurred and swam together, telling one from the other
became impossible. I was sure I was going to fall to my death on the
way down.”
“I
would’ve caught you.” Linc’s hand curled around my hip, like he
was prepared to catch me now, and in that instant, I wanted to fall.
ABOUT CINDI MADSEN
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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