Getting Lucky Number Seven by Cindi Madsen (Website, Twitter, Facebook, Goodreads)Also by this author: Losing Romeo
Publication Date: April 28th 2015
Genres: Contemporary, New Adult, Romance
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What's your lucky number?
Lyla Wilder is done being the shy, chemistry nerd extraordinaire. While every other college student it out having fun, Lyla is studying. With her cat. Well, she's played it "safe" quite enough, thank you. So she creates a "College Bucket List"―with item #7 being a night of uninhibited, mind-blowing sex...
But she needs some help from her man-whore best friend.
Hockey player Beck Davenport thought Lyla's transformation would be subtle. Man, was he wrong. With every item she ticks off, Beck finds himself growing seriously hot for his sweet, brainiac best friend. And if he's not careful, he'll end up risking their friendship in order to convince Lyla that he might just be her lucky #7...
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“Here’s a tip,” he said. “When a guy comes up to you, ask him questions. Keep reflecting the conversation back to him. People love talking about themselves. Asking about their major might be overdone, but it’ll get the conversation going. Music. Hobbies. Things like that. And then, if the guy seems into the conversation, move a little closer—it’s loud in here, so you’ve got the perfect excuse.” He set his cup on a nearby ledge. “Try it out on me.”
“Do I have to? I’ll feel stupid. Plus, I already know you.”
Beck crossed his arms and looked down at me, all intimidation. I tipped back my drink, stalling for time, but he patiently waited, still staring me down when I finally lowered the cup from my lips.
“Fine, Coach. But just to be clear, I’m not going to drop and give you twenty if I mess up.” Going off the flirting I’d seen Whitney and Kristen do, I flipped my hair and shot him what I hoped was a sexy grin but felt like it might land me more on the possibly-a-psycho scale. “Beck, was it? So, like, what do you do for fun?”
His lips twitched and as I waited for his response, I was already trying to figure out what I should say next. But then his ridiculously blue eyes focused on me and only me, my breath caught, and suddenly my main thought was, Pretend flirting or not, no matter what you do, do not comment on his eyes or the way they’re currently sending a shiver of electricity up your spine.
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