IRRESISTIBLY YOURS
Oxford #1
Lauren Layne
Releasing Oct 6th, 2015
Loveswept
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.
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.
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Lauren Layne is a USA Today
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 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.
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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