Lauren Layne’s Sex, Love & Stiletto series simmers to a boil as two high-powered magazine writers find love amid a war of words.
As a leading columnist for Stiletto,
Grace Brighton has built a career warning women about rotten, cheating liars. She just never suspected her fiancé would be one of them. After Grace takes a heart-mending hiatus, her first assignment is to go on a couple of dates with a counterpart from the men’s magazine Oxford
and report her impressions. Grace 1.0 may have been instantly smitten with the gorgeous correspondent, but Grace 2.0 has sworn off relationships for six months, and she’s not falling for his outstanding bod and trophy-winning kisses . . . or is she?
Jake Malone wants to get back to the fly-by-night, who-knows-what’s-next guy he used to be, and he knows exactly how to do it. Oxford
is adding a travel section, and Jake—with no wife and no kids and a willingness to live anywhere, eat anything, do everything—is perfect for the job . . . except that his playboy reputation makes his new editor nervous. To get the gig, he must agree to a fluffy joint article with Stiletto. But after just one date with snooty, sumptuous, sensational Grace Brighton, Jake starts taking this assignment a whole lot more seriously.
- The timeless battle of the sexes—just went viral.
“Spunky, flirty, and full of sass, Love the One You’re With is everything a romance should be! Lauren Layne has a winner.”
—New York Times bestselling author Christie Craig
“A sparkling romance for any woman who’s ever reinvented herself . . . or wants to.”
—Stephanie Bond, bestselling author of Stop the Wedding!
“A fun and sexy romp through Manhattan,
Love the One You’re With is a great addition to the Stiletto series!”
—Elisabeth Barrett, author of Slow Summer Burn
“Great characterizations, amazing chemistry, witty banters, and heartfelt conversations. Amazing writing from Lauren Layne.”
—Girl Meets Books
“I highly recommend this to anyone looking for a fun romantic story! It’s already on my list of books I will re-read soon!”
—Inside the Pages of a Book
“The second in the Sex, Love & Stiletto series, Love the One You’re With is a story of overcoming heartache, jaded stereotypes and regaining self-confidence. It is a glimpse into what women and men go through on those first dates of a budding relationship.”
“Less than a ‘Battle of the Sexes’ than two people trying to win in tiny skirmishes, there are several quips that add humor and lightness to the story, breaking up the angst. With a return of the characters from the first story, and a few new characters to boot, this is warming up to be a clever, fun-loving with moments of steam story that many will eat up with a spoon.”
—I Am, Indeed
“Lauren Layne has a flair for writing romances filled [with] chemistry and sizzle, but more than that, ones that touch your heart.”
—Waves of Fiction
“There was real emotion here but it didn’t descend into melodrama. Another triumph for Ms. Layne!”
—I Love Romantic Fiction
“If you’re looking for a light, romantic comedy—you can’t go wrong with this one!”
—The Book Reading Gals
No men. For six months, at least.
Especially not tall dark playboys.
Her eyes collided with his, and if they’d been warmly flirtatious before, they were burning hot as hell now. “But?” she asked, more than a little curious about how close she’d come.
His thumb flicked across her inner wrist, making her pulse jumpy. “You got everything right but one detail. You were wrong about the part of me forgetting you by tomorrow.”
Grace’s mouth went dry.
He’d been thinking about her, and her legs, and that damned dress. Taking the damned dress off her...
“Now, let’s pretend that instead of running away, you’d stayed,” he said huskily. “Let’s pretend that you gave me a chance to do what I wanted to do in that taxi. Let’s say I asked you out. Can you envision it?”
Grace wasn’t aware that he’d moved, and wasn’t prepared for the light touch of his knuckle against her cheek. The gesture was as sweet as it was unexpected.
"I’m working with you. It’s not personal.”
“Is that why your pulse jumps every time I touch your wrist?”
Then she licked her lips, then, and that was all it took. It was over for him.
He dipped his head, and his lips found hers.
Grace slid her hands from his shirt to his neck, tugging him even closer.
His gaze dropped to her mouth. “If I kiss you, will you write about it?”
“Do you want me to write about it?”
“Do you want me to kiss you?”
He shook his head, and instead of saying a word, he hooked a hand behind her neck as the other went around her lower back, jerking her toward him as his lips found hers.
Perfect. It was utterly perfect.