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Title: 12 Steps to Mr Right
Author: Cindi Madsen
Publisher: Entangled Select Contemporary, Entangled Publishing
Published: September 26th, 2016
This is a humorous second chance romance, told from the point of view of Savannah Gamble, who became a dating coach and consultant after her hook up with her best friend at college was followed by him leaving a note on her pillow and then essentially disappeared from her life, leaving her heartbroken. Actually she’s still not over it. She used the experience and created a 12 step program for women to meet potential life partners, a program that has had success for many of her clients but not for herself. When the villain ex-best friend returns to her life and wants to be friends again she needs to keep reminding herself of the rules she created as she tries to protect herself from further heartbreak. There are many additional romances in this story, including those of her clients Annabeth and Amy Lynn, as well as family drama and trauma.
There are laugh out loud moments in this story, especially as Savannah tries to talk herself into – or out of – certain actions. It is easy to relate to Savannah as she tries to sort out everyone else’s love life for them but really struggles to sort out her own. Sometimes rules are, after all, just made to be broken – aren’t they?
Thanks to the publishers and NetGalley for providing me with an ARC of this novel without any obligation to read or share my review.
An Excerpt to tempt you!
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.
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.