IRRESISTIBLY YOURS
Oxford #1
Lauren Layne
Released Oct 6th, 2015
Loveswept
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 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 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.
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But before Cole could make the call on whether or not to die curious
about that damn notebook or risk rejection by Tiny Brunette, his best friend
and co-worker was holding a fresh beer in front of his face.
“You look like you need it,” Lincoln Mathis said, sipping the foam
off his own beer.
“How would you know?” Cole said. “You’ve been chatting up Jonas
Leroy’s wife for the better part of four innings.”
“Had to,” Lincoln said with a little shrug. “She was bored. Her
husband’s completely preoccupied with whatever’s going on with that ball down
there.”
“As he should be at a baseball game,” Cole said pointedly.
Cole didn’t know why he bothered. His friend was already back on his
cellphone, not the least bit interested in the game.
Lincoln Mathis looked like the type of man who should
enjoy sports: tall, athletic, well muscled from their early-morning gym
sessions. Carelessly styled black hair and friendly blue eyes that screamed guy’s guy
just as loudly as they did ladies’ man.
But, much to Cole’s dismay, he’d never been able to get his friend
to invest more than a passing interest in sports—any sport.
Lincoln was always happy to tag along to a game when booze and women were
involved, but ask him who he thought this year’s MVP would be, and he’d say
Babe Ruth without the smallest hint of irony.
Still, tonight, Cole couldn’t exactly lecture Lincoln for not paying
attention when he himself was having a hell of a time keeping track of the
score.
Once more, his eyes found Tiny Brunette, who was . . . yep. Writing
in her notebook.
“Hey, Sharpe. Do you know where they keep a fire extinguisher in
here?” Lincoln asked, looking around the luxury suite of Yankee Stadium.
Cole tore his gaze away from the woman and her damn notebook. “What
for?”
“If you stare at that girl any harder, she’s going to burst into
flames,” Lincoln said, jerking his chin at Tiny Brunette.
“I wasn’t staring.”
“Don’t insult our bromance,” Lincoln said cheerfully.
“Keep running your mouth and we won’t have a bromance.” Cole forced
himself not to look at the woman again.
“Hey, if you’ve got a crush on the wee lass, you can tell me,”
Lincoln said, taking another sip of beer.
“I don’t have a crush. And wee lass? Really? You’re Scottish now?”
“Sometimes. Chicks dig the brogue. You should try it on your girl
over there.”
“She’s not my girl. She’s just . . .” Interesting,
Cole finished silently.
“Good,” Lincoln said, clapping him on the shoulder. “So you won’t
mind that she left.”
Cole’s eyes flew to the seat where the woman was sitting, annoyed to
see that his friend was right. She was gone.
“It’s just as well,” Lincoln said. “We have bigger things to focus
on. Say, like how we’re going to annihilate the bastard who’s out for your
job.”
“It’s not my job,” Cole said, carefully keeping the tinge of
bitterness out of his tone.
“Not yet,” Lincoln said. “But it will be. Taking your competition
out of the picture is the only reason I’m at this barbarian event.”
“Remind me never to take you to a hockey game,” Cole muttered.
Still, he appreciated his friend’s loyalty. And Lincoln was right.
Tonight wasn’t about petite female baseball fans and their damn notebooks.
Tonight was about Cole’s professional future.
The key to that future? Oxford magazine.
Lauren Layne is the USA Today Bestselling author of more than a dozen contemporary romance novels.Prior to becoming an author, Lauren worked in e-commerce and web-marketing. A year after moving from Seattle to NYC to pursue a writing career, she had a fabulous agent and multiple New York publishing deals.
Lauren currently lives in Manhattan with her husband and plus-sized Pomeranian. When not writing, you'll likely find her running (rarely), reading (sometimes), or at happy hour (often).
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Book Two in the Oxford Series
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where the Men of Oxford first appeared!
AFTER THE
KISS (Book One)
KISS (Book One)
LOVE THE
ONE YOU'RE WITH (Book Two)
ONE YOU'RE WITH (Book Two)
JUST ONE
NIGHT (Book Three)
NIGHT (Book Three)
THE TROUBLE WITH LOVE (Book Four)
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