Scoring With The Boss by Delancey Stewart

 

 

Title: Scoring with the Boss

Series: Mr. Match #4

Author: Delancey Stewart
Genre: Romantic Comedy
Release Date: May 9, 2019
Blurb
Mr. Match has
the formula for love. So why is he still single? 
MAX:
Being Mr. Match has been fun. And while it’s nice that thousands of
couples have found love thanks to me, that was never really the point. The one
guy I most wanted to match?
Doesn’t have one.
Now the vultures are circling, and it won’t be long before all of San
Diego finds out exactly who I am. And then the questions will begin. Why
hasn’t Mr. Match found his match?
If I answer that one, it’ll discredit everything Mr. Match is, and call
into question all the matches I’ve made so far. It’s time to step away.
But when the venture capital analyst arrives to help divest me of the
business, I’m starting to wonder if love really is as easy as a mathematical
formula. Because Tatum Archer does something to me that defies logic and
confounds reason. I feel feelings for her, even though the algorithm says I
shouldn’t.
Have I been wrong all along?
TATUM:
My life was set. Divorce, check. Kickass job, check. Enormous dog…
well, okay, that wasn’t part of the plan, but Charlie is my sidekick now and
I’m okay with that.
A weeklong trip to San Diego to help set up the sale of a matchmaking
business sounds like just the kind of challenge I thrive on. I just
didn’t expect Mr. Match himself to be quite so…
Arrogant.
Frustrating.
or HOT.
When my manager suggests I take over the company and stay in San Diego
temporarily, it makes perfect sense from a business perspective. But getting
involved with a client would be the end of everything I’d spent years building.
We have to keep things professional. Max assures me we’re not a match
anyway.
So why can’t we keep our hands off each other?
* * *
Tatum Archer doesn’t date clients, and Max isn’t signing up for a romantic liaison that hasn’t been mathematically guaranteed. So why can’t he stop thinking about Tatum? Or about her ridiculously enormous
dog, Charlie? Not that he’s thinking about Charlie romantically, of course. But
the dog is part of a package deal. And maybe he’s thinking about Tatum a little
bit romantically…

The final book in the Mr. Match series sees Mr. Match finally find his own
match! Don’t miss the laughs in this hilarious series finale!

 

My review

I’ve loved the entire Mr Match series, and this one was the perfect wrap up. Max, Mr Match himself, has brought together thousands of happy couples, including his sister and some of his closest friends. He hasn’t been able to match himself, however. and resigns himself to being an emo unicorn with guyliner (you’ll understand when you read it). Tatum is the venture capital analyst sent by her company to assist Max with the potential sale of the company when he wants to keep his secret intact. Who would trust a matchmaking company whose founder can’t match himself?

The two are drawn to each other from the beginning, but Tatum is worried about her professional reputation. She loves her job and is being groomed for a promotion and does not want to jeopardize that. Max doesn’t trust feelings and emotions over the math.

I loved reading this book. And as always, big dogs make everything better and this one has a giant lovable teddy bear of a dog to love! Max is so analytical and I loved seeing him struggle with trusting his heart. Tatum struggled with following her heart, and let her head and career get in the way of too many things. Cat, Max’s sister, played a big role in this book and she was so much fun. I love their relationship.

There was only one thing missing from the end of this book: Did Tatum apologize to Rose and make up?? I was looking forward to that conversation and a little disappointed it wasn’t there. But that wasn’t part of the main story so I can overlook it.

Even if you haven’t read the rest of this series (and they’re free with Kindle Unlimited so what’s stopping you??) this book will be enjoyable. All four books are standalones.

Rating: ♥♥♥♥♥

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Excerpt
It was time to take a step back from Mr. Match before I had to answer a bunch of questions I didn’t want to answer. Before the whole thing blew up and then tanked spectacularly because I was revealed to be a fraud. And so naturally, I had a plan. 
“You’re going to sell Mr. Match?” My sister Cat was lounging on the leather sofa in the middle of my living room. “It’s a goldmine! Why would you do that?”
I shrugged. “Maybe I’m tired of finding happiness for everyone else.” 
Cat’s eyes dropped to the ring on her left hand and then found me again. “Max,” she said quietly, looking sad. 
“No,” I said quickly, sorry I’d let too much show. That wasn’t my style. “It’s fine. It’s not even that. The whole secrecy thing is exhausting, and I think I’m pretty close to being outed, which would be bad for the business. Bad for me. And probably bad for the Sharks, too.” 
“You won the Cup last season, it would take a lot to hurt the Sharks,” she said. 
I stood just outside the sliding glass door that separated the living room from the patio and yard. My house was nice—big and open, lots of upscale touches and fancy appliances. But it felt cold to me, despite the almost constant San Diego sunshine, and I spent a lot of my time out on this patio. Less oppressive than that unfilled space. “Why do you care if I keep it, anyway?” I asked, turning to look back inside. 
Cat shrugged and stood up, coming out to join me in gazing over the grass beyond the patio toward the fence, which sat just along the curve of Mission Bay. The Isleys lived a few doors down, though I swear we didn’t plan it that way.
“I don’t know,” she said. “It’s nostalgia, I guess. You always talked about figuring out how love wasn’t this complicated mystical thing. And then you did it. I just thought it would mean something to you, even if you never …” she trailed off, glancing at me and then sinking into a cushioned chair next to the teak table. 
My sister was one of the few people I’d confided in about my efforts at finding a match of my own. I’d been one of the first complete profiles in the database, but my file had sat there, gathering dust, for years now. The algorithm was built to match and weigh the most crucial aspects of someone’s personality, giving mathematical priority to those aspects statistically most likely to correlate to longevity in relationships. I’d
tweaked the math multiple times over the years, and tons of happy couples all
around San Diego, Los Angeles, and now Arizona, had benefited. But I had not. 
Cat sighed. There wasn’t much to say about my unmatchability.  It turned out I was a fucking unicorn. And not the fun rainbow-maned kind with a cat riding on its back like a Viking conqueror, throwing glitter around. I was like a sad gothic unicorn, horn draped in black crepe and too much guy liner. 
“Are you thinking about that ridiculous unicorn analogy again?” Cat asked, interrupting my train of thought. 
“Maybe.” 
“You’re not an emo unicorn, Max.” 
“Gothic. With guy liner.” 
Cat rolled her eyes and crossed her arms over her chest. “I have a novel idea for you.” 
“No.” I historically didn’t like Cat’s ideas, novel or not. 
She dropped her arms and leaned forward in her chair, widening her eyes at me and blowing out a breath in frustration. “Listen first, jackass. Then tell me no.” 
I lifted a shoulder in resignation. “Fine. Go.” 
“Why don’t we go retro? You can be a retro unicorn.” 
“I have no idea what you’re trying to say. Use your words, Cat.”
“Those were words.”
“Use different words. Ones that go together to make sentences that make sense.” 
“Listen,” she said, rolling her eyes. Cat and I couldn’t help reverting to grade-school banter when we were together. It was our dynamic. It drove Mom crazy, but when Mom wasn’t around, we reveled in it. “Why not try this dating thing the old fashioned way?” 
“You want to order me a bride in the mail?” I imagined a stagecoach rolling in, a frightened-looking Midwestern girl coming down off the steps in a hoop skirt. It turns out I have a very visual imagination. I do best when I keep my little imaginings to myself though. 
“No. Not like wild-west style. More like before the internet.” 
“They definitely didn’t have the internet in the wild west,” I agreed. I wasn’t eager to see where Cat was going with this. Distraction could work.
“Stop changing the subject. Distraction won’t work here.” Cat stood up. “I met an adorable girl at the gallery last week, and I got her number. You set me up on dates before I met Xavier, so now I’m setting you up.” 
“Definitely no,” I told her. “And I set you up on dates that had a high mathematical probability of working out successfully. That’s how you met Xavier, remember?” 
“Yes, but first you gave me Dr. Buttchin.” 
I smiled as Cat’s description of that date came back to me. The formula had needed tweaking back then. But you had to hand it to a guy so germaphobic he’d managed to find a place to buy condoms to put on the passenger seat of his car. “Still. Definitely no to the setting-Max-up thing.” 
“Definitely yes, you mean.” Cat had her phone out and was texting someone. 
“Stop. I’m serious.” This was not at all what I wanted. I stood and went to look over my sister’s shoulder, but she’d already hit send. 
“Her name is Julie. She was adorable, very inquisitive. You guys are probably perfect for each other.” Cat smiled like she had just achieved world peace.
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Blog Tour: Dance With Me by Kristen Proby

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Dance With Me by Kristen Proby

Release Date: May 7, 2019

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Dance With Me, an all-new novel in her beloved With Me In Seattle Series by New York Times Bestselling Author Kristen Proby

Starla. Just Starla.

She doesn’t have a last name, and she doesn’t need one. Not with that many Grammys on her mantel. Everyone knows her kick-ass, no-holds-barred style of singing, dancing, and living.

No one knows that America’s Sweetheart is still living with the wreckage of four years ago, when her world was torn apart. Losing her fiancé was devastating, but she’s channeled all of that into her music. Closing off her heart opened a hundred new doors.

Officer Levi Crawford, Seattle PD.

For almost twenty years, Levi has been consumed by the law. He eats, sleeps, and breathes work. Not just because he’s a workaholic, but because he loves it. Sure, he doesn’t have time for a woman and barely sees the rest of his family, but it’s a trade he’s always been happy to make.

Until Starla.

Two lonely hearts could learn to beat again, if they’re willing to dance together.

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Excerpt:

“Hello, Starla.”

“Well, shit.”

My eyes soak her in from head to toe. How did she get more beautiful than before? Her auburn hair is pulled up in a knot on top of her head, and she’s in a cropped T-shirt with a pair of skin-tight shorts.

My dick is immediately at full attention.

“Wh-what are you doing here?”

“I was over at Wyatt’s house.” I point across the street. “And he said you were staying here.”

She leans on the doorframe, crosses her arms over her chest, and bites her full bottom lip.

She’s sex personified, standing right in front of me.

“Am I under arrest?”

“No.” I reach out to brush a loose strand of hair behind her ear, and the slight contact of skin against skin sends a shock wave through my already energized body. “No, you basically fell in my lap, and I decided to take advantage of it.”

“If you think I’m going to lead you straight up to bed, you have another thing coming.”

I narrow my eyes. “You just insulted both of us.”

She sighs and shakes her head, pinches the bridge of her nose between her eyes, and then laughs. “I apologize. You surprised me. Come on in.”

She stands back, and I follow her in, looking around the open living space.

“Do you want something to drink?”

“No, thanks.”

“I need a water. Follow me.”

She walks ahead of me to the kitchen, and my eyes are pinned to her round ass. I remember how the globes of those cheeks feel in my hands as she rides me. I remember everything.

“Sure you don’t want some?”

I try to swallow around my dry tongue and just nod. “Turns out, I do.”

She passes me a bottle and then takes a sip of her own.

“So, is the tour over?” I ask.

“Yes, and I’m on vacation.” She frowns slightly, staring down at her water. “Forced vacation.”

“Why?”

She blinks up at me. “Because I was exhausted, and the doctor insisted.”

I narrow my eyes again, pissed that she worked herself into exhaustion. “Starla—”

“I’m fine,” she insists. “And I’m already feeling better. Also, I owe you an apology.”

That stops me short. “No, you don’t.”

“Oh, I do.” She takes another sip, then sets the bottle aside and leans on the island. I get a great view of her cleavage.

She’s too sexy for her own damn good.

“I’m sorry I didn’t reply to your messages, Levi.”

“Why didn’t you?”

She blows out a breath. “Because I was a little overwhelmed. The sex was—”

“Damn incredible.”

“Yeah. It was. Intense is also a good word for it, and I get the feeling that you’re an intense man.”

I nod once. “If I hurt you or scared you—”

“No, it’s not that at all,” she hurries to assure me. “I didn’t do anything that I didn’t want or enjoy. I’m sorry if I gave you that impression. I hadn’t been with a man in a long time, and we have some powerful chemistry.”

That’s the understatement of the year. I can feel the electricity flowing between us like a rushing river.

“That’s really all I’m comfortable saying right now,” she admits and swallows.

“That’s enough.”

For now.

About Kristen:

Kristen was born and raised in a small resort town in her beloved Montana. In her mid-twenties, she decided to stretch her wings and move to the Pacific Northwest, where she made her home for more than a dozen years.

During that time, Kristen wrote many romance novels and joined organizations such as RWA and other small writing groups. She spent countless hours in workshops, and more mornings than she can count up before the dawn so she could write before going to work. She submitted many manuscripts to agents and editors alike, but was always told no. In the summer of 2012, the self-publishing scene was new and thriving, and Kristen had one goal: to publish just one book. It was something she longed to cross off of her bucket list.

Not only did she publish one book, she’s since published close to thirty titles, many of which have hit the USA Today, New York Times and Wall Street Journal Bestsellers lists. She continues to self publish, best known for her With Me In Seattle and Boudreaux series, and is also proud to work with William Morrow, a division of HarperCollins, with the Fusion Series.

Kristen and her husband, John, make their home in her hometown of Whitefish, Montana with their two pugs and two cats.

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