Author: Rachel Van Dyken
Genre: New Adult
Release Date: April 24, 2018
And a revolving door across the college suite I somehow ended up in because my first name is Shawn.
They don't discriminate. Girls. Guys. Grandmas. Plants (okay maybe not plants) all walks of life stroll in stressed to the brim, and leave so satisfied I'm wondering what sort of talents lie behind that door.
My roommate calls them the pleasure ponies.
But the rest of the college campus?
They just call them the new face of Wingmen Inc. A paid for relationship service that makes big promises.
Breakup? They'll glue you back together again.
Depressed? They have the magic pill.
Lonely? Just spend a few minutes while they rub you down and you'll forget all about it.
And broken hearts? Well, that's their specialty. They'll fix you.
For a priceâ¦
I swore I wouldn't get involved.
But apparently they like a challenge, and a girl who doesn't put up with their BS is basically like waving a red flag in front of a bull.
They. All. Charged.
But one holds my attention above the rest.
Knox Turner looks like a Viking â and getting pillaged is starting to look more appealing by the day. Though he's hiding something â all of them are. And the closer I get. The more I realize that some things are left better in the past.
You've read reverse harem books before â but you've never read one like this. It's not what you think, or is it? Dive in and find outâ¦
Knox, Leo, Finn, and Slater are waiting, and they aren't patient men.
Welcome to the new face of Wingmen Inc â You're welcome.
I would regret it later - my heart knew it - but I was a caretaker by nature, so when I grabbed his hand and gave it a tug toward the bed, I was surprised he followed.
Even more surprised that when he joined me in his bed, he didn't try to pull me into his embrace; he didn't even touch me, just laid there and stared up at the ceiling like the monsters were going to come back.
"You need to sleep," I whispered, turning on my side and facing him. "Or you'll be even grumpier in the morning."
He smiled at that. "Am I really that grumpy?"
"Scale of one to ten?" I shrugged. "You flirt with an eight or nine on a good day."
"Shit." He took a deep breath. "For the record, I'm sorry."
"Being myself." He didn't offer any more explanation. Instead, he turned away from me, tucked a pillow under his head, and slept.
We were strangers.
And still, when I woke up with the bed emptyâ¦
It was the first time I'd slept through the night since transferring, and it would happen to occur in my enemy's bed.
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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