From #1 NYT Bestselling author Lauren Blakely, comes the sexy and hilarious title…STUD FINDER, a new novella brought to you by 1001 Dark Nights!
As a broker of happily ever afters, Evie Milligan’s job is to serve as a “stud finder,” pairing wildly successful women with men who won’t fleece them and will adore them. Her next assignment ought to be an easy one -- the man she’s seeking a match for is fun, smart, rich and in demand. The trouble is, Evie is falling hard for her client. What happens when the matchmaker meets her match?
Grab your copy today to find out!
As a broker of happily ever afters, Evie Milligan’s job is to serve as a “stud finder,” pairing wildly successful women with men who won’t fleece them and will adore them. Her next assignment ought to be an easy one -- the man she’s seeking a match for is fun, smart, rich and in demand. The trouble is, Evie is falling hard for her client. What happens when the matchmaker meets her match?
Grab your copy today to find out!

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…
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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.
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“Witty dialogue, fun dates, and a deliciously nerdy hero all match perfectly with a heroine who doesn't really know she needs all that until it's right there in front of her. Lauren Blakely has another winner with this one!”
~Crystal, Bookseller
The problem solver in me comes out in full force. I must
show him the beauty of a made bed. “Come with me.” I grab the basket of
mostly-eaten chips, dump the rest, return the salsa tubs to the counter for
cleaning, and reach into my wallet to leave a generous tip in the jar.
He clasps his hand over mine, shaking his head. “My treat,”
he says, his voice a soft, sexy whisper. I want to protest, to tell him I
insist, but he curls his hand tighter, and I’m speechless.
His hand on mine sparks a wave of goosebumps on my arms, my
body telling me I like his hands on me. I want more of his touch. I imagine how
I’d feel if he ran his hand up my arm, to my shoulder, through my hair. A
shudder races through me, and I do my best to tamp down my reaction to a suddenly
overactive imagination.
“Thank you,” I say, my voice like a feather.
“You’re welcome.” His eyes never stray from mine, and for a
sliver of time he holds my gaze by the counter at Mama une’s.
Then I wrestle my attention back to my plan. We leave, and fifteen
minutes later, I stroll through the front doors of the Luxe Hotel. My friend
Nate Harper is the CEO, and I’ve texted him for a quick favor. The concierge
greets me and hands me a room key card. Dylan and I walk past the chichi sushi
restaurant in the lobby, head to the elevator, and soon arrive at room 521. I
slide the card in the door.
Dylan sets a hand on my arm. “Are you trying to seduce me?”
“No,” I say quickly. Too quickly. I’m not trying to seduce
him at all.
I open the door, and a perfectly modulated blast of cool air
greets us. We stroll across the navy carpet to a king-size bed perfectly
appointed with a gorgeous white duvet and mountains of blue velvet pillows. I
gesture to it, as if I’m a saleswoman, showing it off. “Tell me. Doesn’t this bed
make you want to do everything on it?”
Then, to demonstrate my point, I fall back onto it, like a
snow angel.
I prop myself on my elbows and meet his eyes. His green
irises darken, and his lips part. He stares at me, and something shifts. The
look in his eyes is no longer challenging. He’s not asking me to prove a point.
His eyes are hungry. He stares as if he’s considering my question seriously,
and I realize that maybe it does sound as if I’m trying to seduce him. I’ve
pushed the limits here. I’m in a hotel room, trying to prove a point to a
client, and in reality, my skirt is riding up my thighs, and I’m sprawled on a
pristine, inviting bed.
“Warning: You will get addicted to the DRUG that is Lauren Blakely's writing!!!”
~Karen, Bookalicious Babes Blog

I have heard some great things about Lauren Blakely!! Great teasers here.
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