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12 Steps to Mr. Right
by Cindi Madsen 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.
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.
EXCERPT
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.
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