Marriage on Madison Avenue

Marriage on Madison Avenue


A USA TODAY bestseller!

One of O, The Oprah Magazine’s “22 Romance Novels That Are Set to Be the Best of 2020” and one of Goodreads’s “28 of the Hottest Romances of 2020.”

Can guys and girls ever be just friends? According to Audrey Tate and Clarke West, absolutely. After all, they’ve been best friends since childhood without a single romantic entanglement. Clarke is the charming playboy Audrey can always count on, and he knows that the ever-loyal Audrey will never not play along with his strategy for dodging his matchmaking mother—announcing he’s already engaged…to Audrey.

But what starts out as a playful game between two best friends turns into something infinitely more complicated, as just-for-show kisses begin to stir up forbidden feelings. As the faux wedding date looms closer, Audrey and Clarke realize that they can never go back to the way things were, but deep down, do they really want to?

  • An Instagram influencer becomes fake-engaged to her best friend—only to wonder what would happen if they got married for real.
  • An Oprah Magazine Best Rom Com
  • A USA TODAY bestseller

“[A] breezy and satisfying contemporary romance…Sparkling dialogue, hilarious wedding planning scenes, and deeply emotional moments see the series end on a high note.”

– Publishers Weekly

"A charming, witty, and lively narrative that reads like a ’90s rom-com."

– BookBub

“Warm and heartfelt, this is a story that truly cares about its characters, showing how they help each overcome their pasts and build toward a beautifully messy, perfectly imperfect future.”

– BookPage

"Irresistibly sweet and funny, Marriage on Madison Avenue was the heartfelt closure to Lauren Layne’s Central Park Pact trilogy that fans have been hoping for.”

– Harlequin Junkie

"Lauren Layne's books are as effervescent and delicious as a brunch mimosa. As soon as you read one, you're going to want another—IMMEDIATELY!"

– Karen Hawkins, New York Times bestselling author

“Simply stunning. Layne’s new series is fresh and addictive, and I can’t wait for more!"

– Jennifer Probst, New York Times bestselling author

"The queen of witty dialogue."

– Rachel Van Dyken, New York Times bestselling author

“The word charm is pretty much synonymous with Lauren Layne.”

– Hypable

"A great example of women supporting women through ups and downs and feels very reminiscent of 'Sex and the City'."

– BookPage, on The Central Park Pact series

"This light read will keep readers engaged as they follow Audrey as she tries to keep her feelings under wraps while being in the internet spotlight."

– Booklist

“Marriage on Madison Avenue is a sweet romance filled with friendship, laughs and two best friends who can't seem to get out of their own way.”

– Shelf Awareness


Socialite Audrey Tate engaged to longtime companion Clarke West.

“Oh hell,” Audrey muttered with a sigh, handing the phone back to Naomi. “Not this again.”

“You know that doesn’t work on me.”


She waved a hand over him. “That grin. The perfect white teeth, the strategic amount of stubble, the Superman muscles.”

“You say it like it happens all the time,” he said, standing. “This is only the second time.”

“Third. And that’s three fake engagements too many. What was it this time, another debutante hoping that claiming her baby is yours will lure you down the aisle?”

“Undo it. Get us un-engaged.”

He grinned, seeming relieved be off the hook. “Have I told you you’re the best friend in the whole world.”

"I already know."

“It’s very wifely. You creeping on me in the bathroom.”

She rolled her eyes. “I’m here for the champagne, not your six-pack.”

“Guess we should go pretend to be in love, huh?”

You pretend to be in love. I’m just here to show off my shoes,” she said,

Audrey felt something strange and unfamiliar flutter in her stomach. Before she could identify it, Clarke lifted his head. His gaze stayed locked on her lips for a long moment, giving her a second to gather her thoughts.

All of that disappeared until there was only Audrey. Clarke became acutely aware of the way her fingers brushed against the hair at the back of his head, the shape of her waist beneath his palm even beneath the bulk of her winter coat. He heard a distant ringing in his ears and felt the same disorientation he experienced after their engagement party kiss, when the ground had felt slightly unsteady under his feet.

Strange, that as well as he knew Audrey, as much as he thought he knew everything about her, he hadn’t known this. That her lips would be so soft or feel so . . . right.

Dressed in dark jeans, a plain white T-shirt, and her usual ponytail, she was the epitome of the girl next door.

His girl next door.

He snapped the picture as she made a smacking noise, a playful kiss. A friend kiss. And again, Clarke was plagued with that pesky, inconvenient craving for more.

“It’s my letter of resignation,” Clarke said. “I don’t want the company. Not like I want her."