I received this book for free from in exchange for an honest review. This does not affect my opinion of the book or the content of my review.Stud Finder (1001 Dark Nights) by Lauren Blakely
on September 26th 2017
Format: E-Arc from Author
Man seeking woman: Hot, rich, smart, witty, self-made multimillionaire Internet genius seeks classy, intelligent, sexy, fun-loving woman who’s interested in settling down and sharing all the good things.
There. Best. Ad. Ever.
I will absolutely find the woman of my dreams, someone who’ll love me for me. Even if my sister thinks I need help dating, I’m confident I can pull this off, courtesy of the great worldwide web.Let me just hit the upload button right now...***No. Just no. As a woman and a professional matchmaker, I can’t let Dylan Parker run this ad. He’s the catch of all catches. That’s why his sister has asked me to help her ridiculously good-looking, insanely rich, but socially clueless brother find a woman. As a broker of happily ever afters, I’m known as the Stud Finder since I make a great living pairing wildly successful women with men who won’t fleece them but will adore them. After all, what woman in her right mind wouldn’t fall in love with Dylan?
I mean, besides me. It totally won’t be me.
I am big fan of Lauren Blakely’s romantic comedies. They are a fun, light read. Stud Finder is no exception.
Stud Finder is the story of Dylan and Evie.
Dylan is a tech mogul who decided it was time to fall in love. So he puts up an ad online looking for a partner. His ad attracts the wrong kind of crowd. His sister decides to intervene and sets him up with her matchmaker Evie.
There is instant attraction between Dylan and Evie. But Evie tries to keep things professional until they can’t.
Their relationship is so cute. I was rooting for them. I am glad that there was a happily ever after. This book is part of a world of other books so we get to follow the couples on other books.
I’ve known Dylan for the last year or so. He’s our first baseman, and a Scrabble teammate in a monthly competition hosted by some friends, not to mention the winner of the Punniest Costume from Olivia’s most recent Halloween party, put on by her friend Henley at the Battery Park penthouse she shares with her husband, Max. Sporting a blue shirt, Dylan had draped a phone cord around his neck and hung a rubber chicken from it for Chicken Cord on Blue.
How have I never noticed his ass before? Maybe I was looking at the chicken. Although, in all fairness, I think I checked out his behind on the field in Central Park when he whacked a grand slam earlier this summer.
I wave. “Hi, Dylan!”
He stops a foot away from me. “Hey, Evie, person who’s not holding a cell phone like everyone else in the city. How do you function?”
I laugh. “I know. I’m a throwback.”
“And it’s not even TT. Throwback Thursday,” he says, quickly explaining. “You’re old-school interacting with the RW.” He pauses, peering at me through his brown eyeglasses. “That’s real world.”
“I figured as much.”
He laughs awkwardly. “Sorry. I get caught up.” He steps closer and offers a hand to shake. He stops. Shakes his head. “Wait. That’s weird. We can hug, right?”
A smile crosses my lips. “We can definitely hug IRL.”
He laughs again, and this time it’s not awkward.
As he wraps his arms around me, he says, “I was debating a cheek kiss, but that seemed old-fashioned. Same as a kiss on the hand. By the way, did my sister tell you she thinks I’m socially clueless?”
I don’t answer him right away, because his arms are so sturdy, stronger than I’d expected, and I’d nearly forgotten how tall he was—I’m guessing six foot one. And he smells so good, like deodorant, which is actually quite a nice scent on a man since it means he’s showered, and he’s clean.
I’m a big fan of clean.