Oxford, #3
by Lauren Layne
Releasing December 6th 2016
Loveswept
Loveswept
Lauren Layne’s bestselling Oxford Series continues with
the poignant, heartwarming story of New York’s most eligible bachelor, Lincoln
Mathis, a man who’s living a lie—until his dream woman takes away the pain.
From
The Book Junkie Reads . . . Someone Like You (Oxford, #1) . . .
I
have been waiting for Lincoln since I first met him in the previous series. I knew there was something there. I knew it was deep. I knew it would change things for him and the status he had worked to cultivate. I knew it would take real woman to get around all that he had in place to seem the ultimate playboy. It was not all that he was about. I just did not think much of it being Daisy. I guess two peas in a pod can make for a perfect pie.
I was blown of my rocker by all the revelations. Daisy and Lincoln most certainly have a past they both wish to forget. But moving on with life was not that simple or easy to do. With the help of the other maybe it will be that much easier to cope with.
These two broken souls find more of themselves in the other and work to make things more than what it is. I loved the read and the connection for these two characters. The read allowed for more of the other characters from the interconnecting series (Stilettos & Oxford) to co-exist. There are a few more left to have the HEA. I wonder how their stories will play out.
Oxford series
Irresistibly Yours - Oxford, #1
I Wish You Were Mine - Oxford, #2
Someone Like You - Oxford, #3
I Knew You Were Trouble - Oxford, #4
coming 2017
Blurb
Lincoln Mathis doesn’t hide his reputation as Manhattan’s ultimate playboy. In fact, he cultivates it. But behind every flirtatious smile, each provocative quip, there’s a secret that Lincoln’s hiding from even his closest friends—a tragedy from his past that holds his heart quietly captive. Lincoln knows what he wants: someone like Daisy Sinclair, the sassy, off-limits bridesmaid he can’t take his eyes off at his best friend’s wedding. He also knows that she’s everything he can never have.
After a devastating divorce, Daisy doesn’t need anyone to warn her off the charming best man at her sister’s wedding. One look at the breathtakingly hot Lincoln Mathis and she knows that he’s exactly the type of man she should avoid. But when Daisy stumbles upon Lincoln’s secret, she realizes there’s more to the charming playboy than meets the eye. And suddenly Daisy and Lincoln find their lives helplessly entwined in a journey that will either heal their damaged souls . . . or destroy them forever.
Advance praise for Someone Like You
“Fun and flirty, sassy and steamy, with a deep emotional pull that will keep you turning the pages.”—Kelly Jamieson, author of Top Shelf“An unsung hero with a story that touched my heart. Emotional and gripping. A top favorite of 2016 for me.”—New York Times bestselling author Melanie Moreland
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Daisy took another sip of her wine,
watching as wedding guests took their places on the dance floor, warding off
her boredom by trying to guess how long each couple had been together based on
body language.
She was a little amused to see that Emma
and all of her Stiletto friends still seemed to be in the
handsy honeymoon stage with their significant others, even though she knew
they’d mostly been with their respective spouses for years.
Daisy felt a little twist of her heart.
Once upon a time, she’d thought that’d be her and Gary. As much in love on
someone else’s wedding day as they had been on their own. At least she’d been in love on that day. She wasn’t
sure someone like Gary knew what love was.
Still, she was glad to be here. Glad to be
surrounded by all of this happiness, even if it was bittersweet. Daisy wished
her father could be here to see this. He’d died of a heart attack a year ago,
and though their dad had wreaked plenty of havoc on Emma and Cassidy’s
relationship all those years ago, Daisy wished he could have walked Emma down
the aisle and had a chance at the father-daughter dance.
The way it had worked out was rather
lovely, though. Cole Sharpe, yet another Oxford writer, had walked Emma down the
aisle, and a whole slew of the Oxford guys had twirled a laughing Emma
around the dance floor in place of the father-daughter dance.
It struck Daisy that this was
Emma’s family. Sure, the twins were close, but they were orphans now, and
they’d never been particularly close to the rest of their extended family. So
Emma had built a family here in New York, with a network of tight-knit
friendships.
And though Daisy was happy for Emma she was
also . . . jealous.
“I hate to break it to you, pet, but you’re
pulling off the wallflower routine a little too convincingly over here.”
Daisy turned, somehow unsurprised to see
Lincoln Mathis standing beside her, blue eyes twinkling above the pink bow tie
that he pulled off with impressive masculinity.
“You cheated,” she said, by way of
greeting.
He smiled, slow and flirty, as he rested
one shoulder against the wall she was leaning on, looking down at her. “How’s
that?”
“You made them laugh and cry
in your speech. I thought we agreed that you were just going to be the funny
guy.”
He smiled wider. “What can I say, I’m
alluring in a multitude of ways.”
“Speaking of,” she said, nodding her chin
slightly to the sultry brunette making her way towards them, “I believe your
previous dance partner is wanting an encore.”
He let out the subtlest of groans, so quiet
she thought she might have imagined it.
“Dance with me,” he said suddenly to Daisy,
straightening and looking down at her.
She jolted in surprise, then in panic. “I
can’t.”
He smiled and held out a hand. “Come on
now, Wallflower. I’m very good at dancing.”
Wallflower. Daisy had never been a
wallflower in her life. Although he had a point. She did seem to be lurking in
the corner a bit. She silently scolded herself. This was everything she’d been
coaching herself not to
do. Not to let Gary win . . .
“I don’t doubt your dancing prowess,” she
replied saucily, “but—”
She broke off. What could she possibly say? I don’t like being touched?
It’s not that she couldn’t be touched. She wasn’t that broken.
She didn’t freak out. She’d endured Cassidy’s hug when she’d greeted him last
night; she’d danced earlier with her uncle. But those men were family.
Lincoln Mathis was . . . not family.
Dance
with him, she commanded herself. Don’t be that broken woman Gary tried to make
you.
She didn’t move, and slowly Lincoln’s hand
dropped to his side, just as the brunette reached them.
“I love this song,” the woman said, running
a possessive hand up Lincoln’s arm. “Dance?”
Lincoln held Daisy’s gaze and she shrugged
before blowing him a teasing good-bye kiss. “Bye bye.”
His eyes narrowed. “Actually,” Lincoln
said, turning and giving the other woman a regretful smile, “I need to step out
for a moment.”
The woman’s perfectly shaped brows folded
into a frown. “Step out? For what?”
“I need to show Daisy something,” he said,
bending and kissing the other woman’s cheek. “Next time, love.”
Before Daisy could register that she’d been
commandeered as part of Lincoln Mathis’s escape, he’d plucked the champagne
flute out of her hand, setting it aside before clasping her fingers in his and
pulling her toward the door.
“Wait, we’re really leaving?” she asked
with a laugh as he tugged her through the throng of wedding guests.
“Yep.”
“I can’t,” she said. “It’s my sister’s
wedding, I have family here, and . . .”
“But you want to leave,” he said, turning
and facing her.
She narrowed her gaze. “Why would I want
that?”
He met her eyes. “Because you don’t like
weddings any more than I do.”
Author Info
Lauren Layne is the USA Today bestselling
author of more than a dozen romantic comedies. She lives in New York City with
her husband (who was her high school sweetheart--cute, right?!) and plus-sized
Pomeranian.
In 2011, she ditched her corporate career in Seattle to pursue a full-time writing career in Manhattan, and never looked back.
In her ideal world, every stiletto-wearing, Kate Spade wielding woman would carry a Kindle stocked with Lauren Layne books.
In 2011, she ditched her corporate career in Seattle to pursue a full-time writing career in Manhattan, and never looked back.
In her ideal world, every stiletto-wearing, Kate Spade wielding woman would carry a Kindle stocked with Lauren Layne books.
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