Book Giveaway: How To Score by Robin Wells

Thanks to Anna at Hatchette Books, we're giving away 5 copies of How To Score by Robin Wells.  Thank you, Anna and Hatchette Books!

Here's a short description of How To Score, courtesy of the author's website:

HER LIFE COACH

Museum curator Sammi Matthews isn't just in a dating slump, she's putting men on the injured list. After giving one date a black eye and cracking another's rib, Sammi decides she needs professional help. Enter life coach Luke Jones, who advises Sammi on how to overcome her klutziness. And their phone sessions work! Sammi soon meets a sexy FBI agent who seems to know just what she needs. 

IS CHANGING HER LIFE

When his brother Luke goes into federal protection, FBI Special Agent Chase Jones agrees to cover for him. Then Sammi's hot voice sizzles down the line, and the usual "phone only" rule is out. With "Luke" coaching her by day, and Chase dating her by night, Sammi's confidence soars, along with her appeal. Chase falls hard, but how will Sammi feel if and when he comes clean? Chase would rather she break all his bones than risk breaking her heart. 

IN WAYS SHE'S NEVER IMAGINED! 

About the Author
Before becoming a full-time writer, Robin Wells was an advertising and public-relations executive. Robin has won the RWA Golden Heart Award, two National Readers' Choice Awards, the Holt Medallion, and CRW's Award of Excellence. 

Robin currently lives just outside of New Orleans, Louisiana with her husband and two daughters. 

For more information please visit http://www.robinwells.com/

Here's an excerpt from How To Score, courtesy of the Author's website:

Chapter One

“…I only stayed out until nine, but Mother was in a tizzy when I got home. She said she’d carried me for nine months and suffered through sixteen hours of labor, and I was a terrible son because I didn’t want to stay home and keep her company.”

Chase Jones rubbed the bridge of his nose as he listened to Horace’s nasally whine through the receiver of his land line, wondering, for the umpteenth time, how his brother Luke managed to listen to losers like this all day long without going bonkers. More to the point, how was he going to listen to them for the next four weeks? He must have been out of his mind, telling his brother he’d fill in for him as a life coach.

“I tried to explain to Mother that I needed some time to myself, just like you said, but she wouldn’t listen.” Horace’s voice trembled.

Chase gazed down at the open file sprawled on the oak dining table of his Tulsa apartment. According to his brother’s notes, Horace was forty-four years old, lived with his mother and never made a move without her approval.

“I just don’t know what to do,” Horace whined.

How about growing a pair? Unfortunately, the words weren’t on the list of conversational prompts his brother had left for him to use. Instead, the page was filled with namby-pamby, touchy-feely phrases such as “How did that make you feel?”

Chase stifled a groan. His brother’s let’s-talk-things-out take on life was the polar opposite of Chase’s get-‘er-done-now personality, and the two men had a running argument over whose approach was best. Luke said Chase needed to be less impulsive and more reflective. Chase thought Luke’s laid-back, let-things-take-their-course approach was inefficient, cumbersome and slow. This right here was a case in point. As far as Chase could see, Horace and the rest of these sad sacks didn’t need kid-glove handling and molly-coddling; they needed a swift kick in the butt and a few weeks of basic training. But Chase had promised to follow his brother’s instructions, so he swallowed his distaste and forced out the lame-assed words. “How did your mother’s reaction make you feel?”

“Frustrated,” Horace said woefully. “And upset. Like I don’t have a life of my own.”

That’s because you don’t, Chase thought dourly. He glanced back at his brother’s notes. Follow up with an empathetic statement, such as “those are understandable emotions.” Hell. Much more of this and he was going to gag.

“So what should I do?” Horace repeated.

Chase had a few suggestions, but none of them would have met with his brother’s approval. He scanned the conversational prompts. When he asks you a question, turn it around and make him answer it, Luke had written. “Well, what do you want to do?”

“I’m not sure. That’s why I hired you to be my life coach.”

Actually, Horace, old buddy, you didn’t hire me; you hired my younger brother Luke. I’m an FBI agent, and I don’t buy into this nursemaid crap. I’m filling in for Luke for a few weeks because thanks to me, he witnessed a mob hit and is temporarily in the witness protection program. But I can’t tell you that, Horace, my man, because you’re such a quivering mass of jelly-bellied insecurities that you’d never believe it, and you’d think Luke was giving you the brush-off, and if you thought that your life coach was rejecting you, you’d feel even more inadequate than you already do, and you’d probably never seek help again. Which is why I’m sitting here like an idiot, wasting a perfectly good Thursday evening, impersonating my brother on the phone.

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