Getting Lucky Number Seven

Getting Lucky Number Seven

by Cindi Madsen

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Lyla Wilder is done being the shy, chemistry nerd extraordinaire. While every other college student is 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 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...

Each book in the Taking Shots series is STANDALONE:
* Getting Lucky Number Seven
* Anatomy of a Player
* Crazy Pucking Love
* Confessions of a Former Puck Bunny

Product Details

ISBN-13: 9781633751514
Publisher: Entangled Publishing, LLC
Publication date: 04/28/2015
Series: Taking Shots Series , #1
Sold by: Macmillan
Format: NOOK Book
Pages: 363
Sales rank: 20,131
File size: 2 MB

About the Author

Cindi Madsen is a USA Today bestselling author of contemporary romance and young adult novels. She sits at her computer every chance she gets, plotting, revising, and falling in love with her characters. Sometimes it makes her a crazy person. Without it, she'd be even crazier. She has way too many shoes, but can always find a reason to buy a pretty new pair, especially if they're sparkly, colorful, or super tall. She loves music and dancing and wishes summer lasted all year long. She lives in Colorado (where summer is most definitely NOT all year long) with her husband and three children.

You can visit Cindi at:, where you can sign up for her newsletter to get all the up-to-date information on her books.

Follow her on Twitter @cindimadsen.

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Getting Lucky Number Seven

By Cindi Madsen, Alycia Tornetta

Entangled Publishing, LLC

Copyright © 2015 Cindi Madsen
All rights reserved.
ISBN: 978-1-63375-151-4



Ever notice that drunk people are, like, the worst whisperers ever? The guys were in the kitchen, getting more drinks and discussing my roommate's nice ass in what I'm sure they thought were hushed tones, while she and her friend, Kristen, were in the hallway behind me, whispering about condoms.

And I was sitting in the middle of the couch, feeling like I totally didn't belong, as usual.

I wished Einstein wasn't a scaredy-cat who'd taken off for my bedroom at the knock on the door. At least then I could pull him onto my lap and keep my hands busy petting him, although I was pretty sure focusing on my adorable gray and white puffball wasn't the kind of thing I should do while on a first date.

When Whitney and Kristen had first burst into the apartment and told me we were going to have a group date tonight, I'd begged off. My research paper comparing generic and brand name drugs wasn't going to write itself. But then Whitney had made a compelling argument.

"Come on, Lyla, you haven't even been out, much less on a date, since your boyfriend dumped you two months ago. It's getting pathetic."

I'd wanted to say that, one, the breakup was mutual and amicable, and two, I'd been out lots of times. Not to parties, or clubs, or bars, or ... Okay, so the past several weeks had gotten away from me, but they'd been spent studying, either here, the coffee shop on campus — which was technically out, in my opinion — or the library. Also out. I wasn't pathetic, I had a full course load, and if I didn't get stellar grades, I'd lose my scholarship. But yeah, technically speaking, the dating side of my life was non-existent since Miles and I had broken up over Thanksgiving break, and I could see how that might be the tiniest bit pathetic.

"There are three of them, too," Kristen had added. "It'd be super weird if you weren't here. Don't worry, we'll watch a movie or something, and it'll be totally chill. Nothing to be afraid of."

Afraid — I really hated that word, mostly because it so often drove my decisions. Tried and true were highly preferable, but more and more, clinging to the familiar made me feel like I was stuck in a rut. Everyone had moved on and changed, including Miles, and I was still the same.

The three boys who showed up at our apartment were cute, although there didn't seem to be much going on between the ears or underneath the muscles. Then again, since my brain had frozen up every time I tried to say anything to Colin, the guy I was supposed to be on a date with, I couldn't really talk. Literally. I use the term "date" loosely, too, since so far there'd only been a lot of drinking with the other two couples cuddling and flirting and me doing the struggling-for-words thing. I had nodding down to a science, though.

Kristin and Whitney erupted in giggles as they stuffed their pockets with condoms they'd retrieved from the bathroom, and then I heard Colin say, "Why'd I get stuck with the fugly, boring one?"

The smile I had plastered on my face turned to glass and cracked. I gripped the cell phone I'd just been checking my assignment to-do list on, the hard case digging into my skin.

"Be nice," one of the guys whispered at a drunken decibel level of stealthiness. "Maybe she'll let you get to second base. Who knows what she's hiding underneath all those clothes? Sometimes the quiet ones are the kinkiest."

Everything inside of me shriveled up and died, and I stared at the coffee table where my notebook and research articles still were, Colin's awful words echoing through my brain. It wasn't the first time I'd been mocked about my clothes or called something less than flattering —"nerd" and "weirdo" had been faux-whispered under breaths as I was passed by in high school halls plenty of times. For some stupid reason, I thought college would be different. Wasn't this supposed to be where I met mature guys? Where people thought smart was sexy?

I nearly jumped when Colin sat next to me and offered me a cup. "Sure you don't want one?"

A lump rose in my throat, along with tears. Whitney and Kristen were already draped across their dates, tongue-action seconds from recommencing.

"No thanks." I looked down at my phone. "Oh, I'm getting a call. Guess I didn't realize it's on silent. I really should get it." I held it up to my ear. "What? You need me to come get you? Where are —"

My ringtone suddenly blared into my ear, and I dropped my phone. It tumbled slowly, catching in the scarf around my neck for a moment before sliding down my long skirt and clattering against the floor. It continued to vibrate against the hard wood, and I scrambled to pick it up. Hardly anyone called me. I lifted it and stared at the display.

My mom.

Of course.

Heat flooded my face, and Colin was looking at me with his eyebrows scrunched. Actually, everyone was looking at me with pretty much the same expression.

"I guess the call dropped, but I didn't realize, so ..." I lamely gestured at the phone. I couldn't answer and talk to my mom, and I couldn't stay here. "Anyway, I have to go. Sorry."

I grabbed my keys and rushed out the door. The icy Boston air slapped me in the face, reminding me I should've grabbed my coat, but it was too late for that now. As soon as I made it to the safety of my car, tears broke free. It was bad enough to be called fugly and boring, but I, Lyla Wilder, couldn't even make a smooth exit. No, I had to go and take awkward to the next level.

Times like these were when I really missed having a boyfriend who was also slightly awkward. Miles had made me feel normal, and when I was with him, it was easier to ignore insults and to keep from thinking about how few friends I had. I understood why it'd been time to break up — long-distance was just too hard, especially when he and I were both slaves to our studies. I thought about calling him now, just to have a friendly shoulder to cry on, but that'd only make missing him — and the way things used to be — worse.

I glanced at my apartment door on the second floor. Who knows how long they'll be up there? Knowing my roommate and her equally boy-crazy friend, it'd be a while. No way can I go back inside tonight.

Maybe not ever.

Ugh. I am pathetic.

More tears blurred my eyes as I fired up my car and cranked the heater to high. There was only one place I could think of going. I knew it was a long shot that he'd even be home on a Saturday night. And if he were, there was even less of a chance he was alone.

That was the downside of having a friend who also happened to be a hot, man-whore hockey player.



My lips hovered over Monica's as I debated my next move. I'd ignored my ringing phone, because, well, I had my hands full with Monica. The knock on the door wasn't quite as easy to ignore, especially when accompanied by Lyla's voice.

"Beck, are you home? I'm having a bit of an emergency."

As soon as I sat back on the couch, Monica's eyes flashed. "Are you kidding me?"

Was I? Shit, I was as revved up as she was, but what was I supposed to do? Leave Lyla out on my doorstep? When it came to her, "a bit of an emergency" could be that she'd gotten a B, there was a cat in need of saving, or a slasher was after her. She really only spoke in one level, and that was "quiet." "Give me just a sec."

Monica gripped my shirt and ran her tongue over my jaw, which I'm sure she thought was sexy, but left me feeling like I'd been licked by a Labrador. "Don't keep me waiting."

Much-needed cool air hit me as soon as I opened the door. Lyla stood on the walkway, arms wrapped around herself. She didn't have on a coat, just a long-sleeved shirt and one of her multi-colored scarves. "Hey, I'm kinda busy," I said. "Can we —"

I froze at the sight of her splotchy tear-streaked cheeks. "What happened? Did someone hurt you?"

She shook her head and blew out a white puff of air. "Not physically, anyway."

I glanced from her to Monica, who was draped across the couch, wearing only her bra and jeans. Damn, she was gonna be pissed.

Lyla glanced inside and her eyes went wide. "You're obviously busy — I knew you would be. It's nothing, really. I'll just see you tomorrow for movie night, 'kay?" She turned to go, and I reached out and caught her arm.

"Come on inside." There was no way I could focus now. Sure, it'd only take a few minutes to get back into things with Monica, but I'd worry about Lyla off and on all night. Somewhere along the way, I'd started to feel responsible for her, and if anyone hurt her, I'd personally hunt them down.

After I closed the door behind us, bringing this Saturday night to a three-way kind of sitch — and not the good kind — I ran a hand through my hair. "Uh, Monica, we're going to have to catch up another time."

The girl looked Lyla up and down with a disgusted scowl on her face that screamed You're choosing her over me? and it suddenly got that much easier to say good-bye.

"In your dreams, asshole," she spat at me as she walked past. So no love lost there. I still walked her out, even though my thighs burned from tonight's game, and it involved too many stairs, because I like to think I'm at least half a gentleman.

When I got back inside, Lyla looked up from her spot on the couch. "How'd the flavor of the week take it?"

I flopped next to her, flinching when I bumped the side where I'd been checked earlier tonight. Dude thought he was real tough, but I ended up with the puck and the score — it made any resulting bruises worth it. "Actually, I met her three weekends ago, thank-you-very-much."

"Ooh, a repeat offender. I'm impressed."

"I can hear you judging me. Pretty harsh after the cock blocking. Guess I'll just have to make do with you." I leaned toward her, mouth open as wide as I could get it, tongue out.

"Ew!" She laughed and shoved me away. Good. She was smiling now. The sad face was killing me. But all too soon, it was back. If it were anyone else, I would run as far as I could go to keep from discussing emotions or getting into whatever had made her cry.

But Lyla was my girl, and like I said, I felt responsible for her. Probably because hanging with her was always easy — the break from life I occasionally needed — and I didn't have many close friends who knew me as well as she did. I liked it that way, and honestly, I wasn't sure how she'd managed to get in so easily.

"Spill it."

She ran her palms down her thighs, focusing on the motion. "I got set up on a date tonight. Or more like I was the sixth wheel pity-date option."

"Sixth wheel?" I asked.

She told me about the set-up, the drinking, and when she looked down and whispered the part about some asshole calling her fugly and boring, I clenched my fists, wanting to find the guy and use them on him. "I just don't think I can go back tonight." She wiped the tears from her cheeks. "Can I crash on your couch?"

"You know you can. Anytime." Over the past few months I'd forgotten how fragile she could be. She had no problem speaking her mind around me anymore, but it'd taken a while, and sometimes I worried people would take advantage of her. I'd never expected someone to go out of his way to be outright mean, though. "That guy was wrong, Lyla. He's clearly a giant douche."

She unwound the scarf from her neck and tossed it aside. Then she pulled her light brown waves into a messy bun, took a pencil off the side table, and shoved it through her hair to secure it in place. "I don't think I'm quite as bad as fugly, but I am plain. And I am boring. All I ever do is study. Just like I did in high school. I thought I'd go to college and live in a big city, and things would be different. Only everyone else is different, and I'm as awkward and nerdy as ever. That whole things-get-better-after-high-school is total crap."

I didn't even know where to start with that. Seemed like a lot of landmines that could explode if I said the wrong thing.

"I'm sick of it, Beck. I don't want to do the safe thing anymore just because I'm too afraid to try anything else." Resolve set into her features — it was the same look she got when we were solving difficult chemistry equations last semester, or when one of our labs didn't go quite right and we needed to figure out why. She got scary-focused sometimes. "It's time for a change. Time to let loose a little. I'm in my second semester of college, and I haven't done anything you're supposed to do. Like get so drunk you puke and don't remember the rest of the night."

"Overrated, I swear."

She looked at me, that deadly look on her face, and I held up my hands. "Fine. You wanna get drunk and puke, I'm not gonna stop you."

"But I want to do, like, more than just drinking." Her brow furrowed and I could practically see the wheels in her brain spinning. "I should make a list and outline a plan."

I was going to point out that list-making wasn't the best way to let loose, but I decided to let it go.

She leaned forward and glanced around. "Don't you have any other pens or pencils?" "I'm surprised I had the one you put in your hair. If you really need something to write with, I can grab a pen from the kitchen."

"And a piece of paper?"

As if she'd ever use just one — another thing I'd learned when we'd shared a class. So instead of the kitchen, I headed into my bedroom, grabbed a mostly blank notebook and pen, and handed them over. She tapped the pen to her lips. "I'm thinking I start with a new look — like one of those extreme makeovers. It'll get me in a new mind frame, so I can be a whole new me. What do you think? Would I look okay super blond? Or should I go dark? Or maybe streaky highlights?" Her eyebrows arched as she looked up from the blank paper.

Girls loved these kinds of trick questions, and I'd learned to tread carefully whenever they came up. "I think you look fine the way you are."

She tilted her head and sighed. "But what did you think when you first met me? You can be honest. I'm sure you were a little disappointed when you found out I was your assigned chem partner."

"Well, yeah," I said, "but that was because with how damn cute you were, I was sure you'd be stupid, and that meant I was going to end up doing all the work." She rolled her eyes, and I smiled, unable to keep from adding, "Then I caught your scent, and your blood smelled so good, I was afraid I'd kill you and eat you. That's why I was all broody and denting the table the first day."

Lyla laughed and shoved my arm. "You're stupid."

"I am. I let you talk me into that Twilight marathon last Sunday. Clearly a mistake."

"Hey, I watched that dumb prank movie with the gross bathroom humor. And we still have two Twilight movies to go. Now, be serious."

"Okay. Serious." I draped my arm behind the couch and met her gaze. "Changing your look because of what some asshole said is stupid." I wasn't lying when I said she was damn cute — she had a sweet, innocent look about her, and I'd always liked that she was unique. "And doesn't it go against your feminist values?"

Her lips turned into a pouty frown. "It's not against feminism to look my best. And I'm not changing it for him. I'm changing it for me." She put a hand over her heart. "I want to try new things. I spent high school playing things safe. Being the perfect girl with perfect grades that my parents wanted me to be so I could get into a great college. But here I finally am, and I don't want to be the nice girl anymore. I want to be the hot girl. I want to be bolder. Do something completely crazy. Dangerous, even."

The glint in her eyes was definitely dangerous, and there were alarm bells going off in my head. "I don't want to look back and have all these regrets," she said, her voice firm and louder than usual. "And if I don't do it this semester, before my classes get even more difficult and I'm totally set in my boring patterns, it'll be that much harder." She pulled one corner of her bottom lip between her teeth, looking vulnerable again. "But I'll admit I'm completely out of my league here. In order to do this, I need your help."


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stylnunicorn More than 1 year ago
This was truly a amazing book. I loved the dynamics of Lyla and Beck. The characters were highly well developed. These two had a strong bases for their friendship. What happens when you finally decide to change your whole life because you are tired of how the world seems to view you? You create a bucket list and recruit your male best friend who is viewed as what I would consider a "Manwhore". Lyla wasn't aware that it is not necessarily how the world views your outside it is seeing that your inside is so beautiful and you just need to believe in yourself and project that to the world and then people see you for who you are and that can only make your life have so much more meaning. I love how her male best friend really truly sees Lyla for the first time other than being her buddy. With Beck she learns to gain confidence in herself. The flow of the storyline was seamless and I personally found no flaws in anything that was written. It was a story that you couldn't put down from beginning to the very end. The author held me captive with no where to go except in finishing this great book. I have read several books by this author and have found it isn't your typical NA book where most authors are walking on the very grey line of the genre of NA and erotica. This book isn't about the sex, its about two best friends finally finding themselves then totally creating the perfect relationship that could be timeless due to the fact they started out with a truly fantastic friendship. I highly recommend this book and every other book this author has written. She has the gift of words where she is able to give her characters 3 dimensional qualities and being able to mesh a great love story mixed with lots and lots of comical moments that had me rolling over laughing for some of the situations that these two characters get into. I received a NetGalley copy in exchange for a honest and unbiased opinion. I will definitely be recommending this to all my friends. 
BlkosinerBookBlog More than 1 year ago
    I wanted to read Getting Lucky Number Seven because I like hockey in real life so the male main character intrigued me. I am also kinda nerdy and socially awkward at times so Lyla is certainly a female main character that I can relate with.     Lyla is smart, but she also hasn't really been on a date since her and her steady and also nerdy but long distance boyfriend broke it off. She always seems to find the wrong things to say, and she feels plain. She wants to make some changes so she gets her best friend, who is the aforementioned hockey player, who is also gorgeous, and sweet to her, but he does seem to go through girls with no commitments, so a relationship or anything beyond friends has seemed off the table because that is just how their friendship has worked so far.     He coaches her and goes with her to a party, her wanting to let loose some and experience alcohol, kissing a stranger, and other seeming rites of passage. But as he helps her learn to flirt more, and as she shows some more skin to go along with her corny jokes, and their easy conversation, he can't help but see her in a new light.     They both fight the attraction for above reasons, and that makes it even more delicious for me. The building tension and the theme of friends to lovers kept me involved. I also loved the humor. Cindi writes in a way that makes it easy to get lost in the pages, the romance, the character development, making me alternate between swoon and laughing.     The ending was nice, but they did have to deal with some hard issues, both from the past as well as one that Beck created because he thought he was doing the right thing. But I liked that they got the promise of a HEA together. I liked that Beck gave himself options for the future, instead of making decisions based on what others wanted for him. I also liked that Lyla found a nice balance of keeping up her grades, trying new things and being true to herself.  Bottom Line: Hot and funny story about friends who become more to each other. 
Wintry8 More than 1 year ago
Getting Lucky Number Seven is the best book I've read this year. Sorry to everyone out there who've been hoping that I might say that of their books, but this one just made me have all the happy warm feels in the world.  I loved the whole friends to lovers storyline, because really, isn't that how most relationships start off in reality? I also loved that we got to see the hero and heroine being friends first for a big part of the book before they made the literal jump into bed. I also loved that they managed to stay friends while having a lot of hot sex. Lyla is definitely my kind of heroine. She's nerdy and quirky and insecure about her body. She's the perfect description of most girls out here in the real world. She studies hard and makes lists of nearly everything. Of course when it comes to her bucket list, there's no slacking off in the list department. She puts her mind to something and she goes out and does it in spades. I loved her from the start and when she made her transformation from covered-up to showing what she's been hiding under all that, I loved her even more, because she still stayed the same quirky, nerdy girl that we get to know and love in the beginning of the book. The hero, Beck, well he's just amazing... Ice hockey isn't much of a sport here in South-Africa, but man, Beck just makes me wanna watch ice hockey forever. He's supposed to be a player, but in fact he's just the sweetest guy in the world. He's kind and caring, he totally looks out for his sister and he really sincerely cares about Lyla way before she starts her transformation. Any girl would kill to have Beck as a best friend. The only thing that irked me a bit about him was that his attraction towards Lyla only kicked in once she showed off her body. Other than that, he takes complete care of her during her foray into the party life. I loved every second of reading this book and it felt like it only took me seconds to read it. Cindi Madsen's never disappoints me and I urge all of you to go out and buy this book right now. You'll laugh, you'll cry, you'll have lots of happy "aww" moments and you'll be bouncing on your seat in anticipation.
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KMariReads More than 1 year ago
Lucky Number 7…..the title makes me think of that Friends episode....Seven, Seven, Seven, Seven...LOL Great read! This is a book that you don't want to end. I loved friends to lovers books and this didn't disappoint! This made me think it is kinda of a cross between Kristen Callihan Game On series and Elle Kennedy's Off Campus, but its not an imitation. It is its own book and story. Told from dual POV’s, this is a book you don’t want to miss. Lyla and Beck are best friends and complete opposites. Lyla is the nerdy chemistry major who doesn't have much of a life. Beck is the hockey god that rules the school. Lyla decides that she needs to make some changes, so she comes up with a bucket list and steps out of her comfort zone. However, she is gonna need some help, so she enlists Beck to help her. Her list is full of exciting and challenging firsts for her. When things start to cross the line for both neither one wants to admit that they are falling for each other. I loved how Beck opened up to Lyla. They just seemed so perfect for each other. I kept getting that giddy feeling. As the story goes on and the changes start, you can’t help but want the HEA for these two. This friendship turns into these stories. Of course with every story you have to have some drama... This has a ton of charm, the banter is funny and the chemistry is electric! I can’t wait to read more from this author and series. I really enjoyed the story, but I wanted just a bit more at the end. Overall, I loved watching everything unfold between them. I recommend this!
Linda_RochesterNY More than 1 year ago
I loved this friends to lovers romance! It's warm, it's funny, it's sweet, and sexy. The characters are great and there is major chemistry between nerdy Lyla and hockey player Beck. The writing is great too. Loved Anatomy of a Player also and can't wait to read the rest of the series. 4.5 stars.
JWright57 More than 1 year ago
Cindi Madsen is a new author to me and after reading Getting Lucky Number Seven I don’t understand why I haven’t found her before now, we’ll thats about to change I certainly will be checking out the rest of this series and other books by this very talented author. Lyla and Beck became best friends when they were paired up in the chemistry class, on paper a nerd and jock shouldn’t have the friendship these guys strike up after all he is the guy who has girls falling at his feet and she is the girl who covers her body by layering her clothes and draping herself in brightly coloured scarfs. When Layla has a disastrous blind date where her date calls her fugly she decides it’s time to change her life and that means a bucket list and who better to help her work through the list than her best friend Beck.... I loved this book ,I loved the strength and depth of Lyla and Beck, I loved that it’s a hockey romance but most of all I loved that this was a carefree sweet at times silly love story. A beautifully written romance with just the right amount of humour by a very talented author looking forward to reading more from her.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Good read. Though not exceptional. Thought they were cute together. Glad for the HEA.
DebDiem More than 1 year ago
Getting Lucky Number Seven by Cindi Madsen is an entertaining contemporary romance. Ms. Madsen has delivered a well-written book. The characters are fantastic. Lyla is a nerd and best friends with Beck. Beck is a hockey jock with a background nobody knows about. Beck and Lyla's story is loaded with drama, humor and sizzle. I enjoyed reading this fun story and look forward to reading more from Cindi Madsen in the future. Getting Lucky Number Seven is book 1 of the Taking Shots Series but can be read as a standalone. This is a complete book, not a cliff-hanger.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Great book! The only negative was it ended abruptly. Looking forward to reading more books from this author.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
It's a really cute story about Layla and Beck. Best friends first, then, really good friends, which then turns out into a very cute story. LOVETOREAD
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I really liked this book. I loved how quirky Lyla was and how sweet and protectivess Beck was of Lyla. Great story and I was rooting for them to get their HEA.
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mamalovestoread22 More than 1 year ago
Lyla Wilder is ready to shed her nerdy good girl image, and be the woman guys desire for once! She has never known what it is like for a guy to pick her out of the crowd or be chosen solely for her sexy looks, instead she has always been treated as the dorky third wheel no one wants. So she decides it's finally time to embrace all that college life has to offer, and be a little reckless for once in her life, so she puts her plan to become a sexy adventurous co-ed into action, now she just needs a little help in finding out what it is that men really desire in a woman...that's where her sexy best friend Beck Davenport comes into play. He's a sexy hockey player that is use to having woman fall at his feet so, surely he knows what will draw the attention of a man, and have them falling all over themselves to meet Lyla. With each change she makes she begins to attract the attention she has been desiring, and also the unexpected attention of a certain hockey player... This enticing little read captured my attention right from the start and had me devouring the pages as fast as I could swipe them!! I always enjoy a good friends to lovers story, and I have to say this one had the perfect amounts of everything, it was packed with steamy moments, laugh out loud moments, and tender moments that warmed my heart!! Some of my favorite reads have been centered around sexy, well-skilled hockey players, and I have to say after finishing this one it's safe to say Beck earned himself a spot amongst my favorites...he had me swooning the whole way through!! Loved every minute of this story!! If you like your fairy tales a little on the naughty side and equipped with a sexy hockey star calling the shots, then this might just be a perfect read for you!! Highly recommend!! I voluntarily read and reviewed a advanced copy of this title
heavenlycirce More than 1 year ago
"Getting Lucky Number Seven" is written by Cindi Madsen, and it is the first book in her Taking Shots series. It can be read as a stand-alone book. It features Lyla Wilder and Beck Davenport. Lyla is embarrassed after comments she heard about herself. She's had enough. She is studious and shy, and she wants to change that. She wants the full college experience, and she asks her best friend and hockey star Beck for help. Beck will drop anything he's doing to help Lyla. He agreed to help her with her list, but he never realized Lyla will do a drastic change! And he sure was thrown for a loop when he sees #7 of her list... have mind-blowing sex! Beck doesn't know how to handle his newfound feelings for Lyla. He's always had a soft spot for her, but things are different now. Guys are really starting to notice Lyla, and he's not exactly thrilled with it. Sure, he wants Lyla to be happy, but all he really wants is to protect her and be with her. And he still doesn't like the idea of someone other than him fulfilling #7 on her list. I enjoyed this story. It was a nice, quick read for me. Beck was always a player. He made no qualms about it. But there's just something about Lyla where he can be himself and truly be happy. Lyla started out as timid in the beginning of this story, but she quickly became her own person. Readers will see how they needed each other and supported one another. They truly made a great pair! Cindi Madsen wrote a great introduction to this series! I read the second book, "Anatomy of a Player," earlier this year, and that didn't disappoint either. If you're a fan of sports, romance, and New Adult, you will enjoy this series!
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Always love a hot guy!!!! Beck certainly fit the part :)
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I enjoyed reading this book
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Cute. Well written.
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Brooke-The-Cover-Contessa More than 1 year ago
I want to thank Entangled Embrace for providing me with a copy of this book to read and give an honest review. Receiving this book for free has in no way altered my opinion or review. I've been hooked on hockey lately. And this book just helped push that along! Lyla, a girl who has decided there are things in college that she just must experience. So how does a nerd figure out those things: she makes a list. I love this concept and it's the second time I've read it in the last few months (the other being Cora Carmack's All Played Out). I can also totally relate to Lyla, because I myself am a huge list maker. There's just something about crossing stuff off that makes me feel accomplished! But in order to do it she gets help from her best male friend, Beck. Who just happens to be a hot hockey player, and a player. I love Lyla's tenacity in this book. She's determined to do what she sets out to do at all costs. She changes her look, starts going to parties and putting herself out there. But the one thing she didn't plan on was having her best friend actually seeing the list. And when he does, well, he just can't help himself but want to help her. This totally made me fall for Beck. Despite his player ways, you can see he truly cares for Lyla and doesn't want her to get hurt. Of course there's no way the two of them can accomplish the list without having to do stuff together. Or at least that's what Beck convinces Lyla of. But because they are friends, he tries to make it perfectly clear that it can't be anything more than that between them. And Lyla tries to convince herself of the same. Well, we know stuff like this never works out. But I won't tell you anymore because I certainly don't want to spoil how things go! Madsen has written a really cute coming of age story. Her characters are real and relatable. I had a very easy time getting into the story and even picturing myself in Lyla's shoes. And I love that Madsen based Lyla and Beck's relationship on friendship first. It gives such a great foundation to their budding romance. I wil say that I was a bit disappointed that Beck didn't really notice Lyla until she made herself over. But, at the same time, I've seen this story over and over again so it seems to be a common thread in these types of relationships. But it was nice to see Lyla take charge and change herself into something different (though her reason for it could have been for her rather than because of what others thought). Overall I really enjoyed this book. It was sweet and funny and just a little bit quirky. Readers of Cora Carmack or Kristen Callahan will be drawn right into this romantic story.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I absolutely loved this book and can not wait until the next one! The characters had my emotions going through the roof! The author did an incredible job showing how the best of friends make thee greatest relationships. It didn't go to fast and it wasn't dragged on. Perfect! Lyla is a someone almost every girl can relate to! With the insecure thoughts to over analyzing every detail of our lives! Taking chances and being the bold girl she wants to be is so entertaining! Beck is of course every girls fantasy, on top of that every girls dream come true! To the protective and heroic actions to the vulnerable annd sensitive macho man. I fell in love with the idea of him! A must read!
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Reminds me of christina laurens beautiful player. I really enjoyed it and couldn't put it down.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago