IRRESISTIBLY YOURS
Oxford #1
Lauren Layne
Releasing Oct 6th, 2015
Loveswept
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This was one nice book and extremely accurate, from a sports point of view. Cole finds himself attracted to Pen,
even though she is not his normal type. And it takes him
a while to figure that out why he is atracted to her. There are
even though she is not his normal type. And it takes him
a while to figure that out why he is atracted to her. There are
several reasonlike, she is just as passionate about
sports as he is, she's smart and spunky. But then he finds out they are competing for the same job. And he dose not know what to think about that.
Then she througs him by suggesting they should be friends,
but will they stay in the friend zone or find more. When they
sports as he is, she's smart and spunky. But then he finds out they are competing for the same job. And he dose not know what to think about that.
Then she througs him by suggesting they should be friends,
but will they stay in the friend zone or find more. When they
end up with all the guys discussing how a woman wants to be kissed, and they have
the kiss experiment the guys ask Pen but who kisses
her was a suprise. As things progress you're going to love
this, the stiletto ladies are determined to match up Cole
and Pen. Now someone has to convince Pen she is pretty
and worth being loved. And Cole needs to learn that his secret can be shared and Pen is not like most omen. I need to stop or I'll blow this read
for you. I hope you enjoy this book as much as I did. If you
do like this book, please consider leaving a review.
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the kiss experiment the guys ask Pen but who kisses
her was a suprise. As things progress you're going to love
this, the stiletto ladies are determined to match up Cole
and Pen. Now someone has to convince Pen she is pretty
and worth being loved. And Cole needs to learn that his secret can be shared and Pen is not like most omen. I need to stop or I'll blow this read
for you. I hope you enjoy this book as much as I did. If you
do like this book, please consider leaving a review.
The Authors really like it when you do, they value
your opinions too.
Meet the men of Oxford magazine! In the first captivating
spin-off of Lauren Layne’s Sex, Love & Stiletto series,
a not-so-friendly battle of the sexes turns into
a scorching office romance.
Hotshot sports editor Cole Sharpe has been freelancing
Hotshot sports editor Cole Sharpe has been freelancing
for Oxford for years, so when he hears about a staff
position opening up, he figures he’s got the inside track.
Then his boss drops a bombshell: Cole has competition.
Female competition, in the form of a fresh-faced tomboy
who can hang with the dudes—and write circles around
them, too. Cole usually likes his women flirty and curvy,
but he takes a special interest in his skinny, sassy rival,
if only to keep an eye on her. And soon,
he can’t take his eyes off her.
Penelope Pope knows all too well that she comes off as just
Penelope Pope knows all too well that she comes off as just
one of the guys. Since she’s learned that wanting more
usually leads to disappointment, Penelope’s resigned to
sitting on the sidelines when it comes to love. So why does
Cole make her want to get back in the game? The man is
as arrogant as he is handsome. He probably sees her
as nothing more than a barrier to his dream job. But when
an unexpected kiss turns into a night of irresistible passion,
Penelope has to figure out whether they’re just fooling
around—or starting something real.
“First game?” he asked.
Brown eyes flicked to him,
barely. “What?”
“First baseball game?”
That got her attention. For
the first time, she seemed to really look at him. Her eyes drifted over him
slowly, before returning to his, her tone just slightly annoyed. “No. Not my
first game.”
“Ah,” he said, already
mentally maneuvering into a backpedal. “Bad assumption of me. You were just so
into the game . . .”
“So you figured I must be
trying to figure out how it all worked?” she asked. “That I must be trying to
understand why some of the field is green and some is brown, and whatever could
those white squares on the dirt be, and why-oh-why are
those men running toward the white squares, but only sometimes .
. .”
“All right,” Cole said with
a laugh. “I’m an ass. You know baseball.”
Her smile was quick and
easy, and he was relieved to see that she wasn’t one of those snippy,
hold-it-against-him-forever types. “I know baseball.”
Is that what’s in your notebook?
Baseball stuff?
She took a huge bite of her
hot dog, completely unabashed at her bulging cheeks, and Cole hid a smile,
pretending instead to be fixated on the game.
Hell. When had he ever had
to pretend
to be fixated on the Yankees?
“You were partially right,”
she admitted, after swallowing.
He glanced at her. “Oh
yeah?”
She grinned. “This is my
first Yankees
game.”
“I knew it,” he said,
matching her grin full on. “I knew there was something virgin about
you. But tell me, how come a baseball fan like you never made it to Yankee
Stadium until now?”
“Well . . .” She licked a
spot of mustard off her finger, but not in the slow, deliberate way that most
women he knew would have done it. “It’s a long way from Chicago . . .”
Cole tore his eyes away from
the way her lips closed around her thumb, sucking off that mustard. “You’re
from Chicago?”
“From there, yes,” she said.
“But let’s just say that as of two weeks ago, I’ll be spending a lot more time
here than at Wrigley.”
“Ah. You’re new to New
York.”
“Quite.”
“How do you like it?”
She hesitated. “It’s . . .
intense.”
“Meaning . . . we New
Yorkers are scary as hell?”
She smiled. “Well, it’s not
as hostile as I’d been warned, but yeah. We Chicagoans are a bit more openly
friendly than you New Yorkers.”
“I’m friendly,” he
countered.
Tiny Brunette laughed. “No.
You’re just incredibly charming. And a smidgen good-looking.”
He gave her his best bedroom
look. “Am I?”
She smiled. “You know you
are.”
Their eyes held for a
moment, and Cole was startled to realize it was the most relaxed—the most
himself—he’d felt around a woman in . . . hell . . . he didn’t know.
Mostly he was used to
throwing out a couple of witty lines, a few slow smiles, and watching women
counter with moves of their own.
There were no moves with
this woman. She merely was.
Cole realized he didn’t even
know her name.
“So tell me, as a Chicago
baseball fan, are you Team Cubs or Team White Sox, Ms. . . .”
“Pope,” she said. “Penelope
Pope. And both.”
Cole’s subconscious
acknowledged that Penelope Pope was somehow exactly what this woman’s name
should be. Perky and alliterative. His consciousness, however, latched on to
another fact. “Both?”
It was not a typical answer.
Most people had one baseball team, even if you were from a city with
two teams, as Penelope was.
She shrugged. “Baseball’s
not about who wins. It’s not even about who’s playing. It’s about the game. The
consistent flow of it, the smack of the ball against the glove when you’re
lucky enough to be sitting along one of the baselines, instead of stuck up here
in this stuffy box—”
He stared at her. The words
so closely echoed his own thoughts from just moments before that he wanted to
kiss her.
She might just be his dream
woman.
“That explains the hot dog,”
he said.
“What?”
He nodded his chin at the
last bite of hot dog, ignored in her left hand. “The hot dog. You’re in a
luxury suite in Yankee Stadium with a whole buffet of gourmet foods, and yet
you went and fetched the most basic hot dog you could find.”
She grinned. “Guilty.”
Cole turned his body all the
way toward her now. “Tell me, Penelope Pope, what brings a Cubs and White Sox
fan all the way to New York where you’ll face a whole new dilemma of choosing
between the Yankees and the Mets . . .”
Tiny Brunette never got to
answer.
The shadow of someone coming
up behind their seats caused them both to turn. It was Alex Cassidy, Oxford’s editor
in chief, looking down at them with a half-amused, half-worried expression.
“Cassidy,” Cole said. He
lifted an eyebrow and silently added, Nice of you to show up.
“Sorry I’m late,” Cassidy
said, not really sounding sorry at all. “I got held up.”
Automatically, Cole’s eyes
scanned the luxury suite until he found the pretty woman he knew was likely to
be somewhere around here . . .
Yup, there she was.
Emma Sinclair, Cassidy’s
long-ago runaway bride, with whom he’d recently reconciled, was surreptitiously
wiping smudged lipstick from the corner of her mouth.
His eyes returned to his
boss, this time looking closer . . .
“Third button, dude,” Cole
said wearily.
The always polished Cassidy
glanced down, and without so much as wincing, fixed the misaligned buttons of
his shirt.
Cole should have known. A
naked Emma Sinclair was the only thing that could throw Alex Cassidy off his
rigid timetable.
But Emma and Cassidy’s sex
life was where the predictable part of the evening ended, because Cole was
absolutely not
prepared for Cassidy to reach out a hand to Tiny Brunette, a polite smile on
his usually impassive face.
“Alex Cassidy. I’m so sorry
I’m late, Ms. Pope.”
Cole glanced between the two
of them. They knew each other?
“Not a problem,” she said,
turning an easy smile on Cassidy. It was the exact same friendly smile she’d
given Cole, and it very much made Cole want to punch his friend in the mouth.
“It’s refreshing to see you
two playing so nicely,” Cassidy said with a droll look at Cole.
He narrowed his eyes at his
boss, not sure what he was missing, but certain that he was missing something.
Cassidy answered Cole’s
silent question with his usual professional businessman smile. “Cole, this is
Penelope Pope.”
“We’ve met,” Cole said
slowly.
“Excellent. So then you know
that Penelope is our late-stage applicant for the sports editor role at Oxford?”
Very slowly, Cole turned
toward Tiny Brunette. Took in her friendly smile even as he took in the
sorry-not-sorry glint in her eyes.
This was
his competition. This was the person standing between
Cole and the job he so desperately wanted.
“I suppose I should have
been more thorough when I introduced myself,” she said sweetly. “Penelope Pope.
Sports editor.”
Plus side? At least now Cole
knew what was in her damn notebook.
The downside? Everything else.
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Expected publication:
February 2nd 2016
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~*~*~ Lauren Layne ~*~*~
Lauren Layne is a USA Today
Bestselling author of contemporary romance.
Prior to becoming an author, Lauren worked in e-commerce
Bestselling author of contemporary romance.
Prior to becoming an author, Lauren worked in e-commerce
and web-marketing. In 2011, she and her husband moved
from Seattle to New York City, where Lauren decided to
pursue a full-time writing career. It took six months to get her
first book deal (despite ardent assurances to her husband
that it would only take three). Since then, Lauren's gone on
to publish ten books, including the bestselling Stiletto series,
with several more on the way in 2015.
Lauren currently lives in Chicago with her husband and
Lauren currently lives in Chicago with her husband and
spoiled Pomeranian. When not writing, you'll find her
at happy hour, running at a doggedly slow pace,
or trying to straighten her naturally curly hair.
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