About ONLY WITH YOU
Getting mistaken for a prostitute is not part of Sophie Dalton's life plan. Not that Sophie even has a life plan. She's perfectly happy being everyone's favorite party girl. But then a Las Vegas bachelorette party goes awry, and an uptight businessman gives Sophie a new label: hooker.
Unfortunately, what happens in Vegas doesn't always stay there. When the same jerk who mistook her for a prostitute shows up as Sophie's new boss and her perfect sister's new boyfriend, Sophie's carefree existence is turned upside down. Grayson Wyatt may have infiltrated family dinners and her professional world, but Sophie's not about to let a judgmental prude anywhere near her personal life.
As Gray's icy stares give way to quiet smiles, Sophie realizes that the one man she's been so desperate to get away from just might be the one she wants to keep around forever.
Unfortunately, what happens in Vegas doesn't always stay there. When the same jerk who mistook her for a prostitute shows up as Sophie's new boss and her perfect sister's new boyfriend, Sophie's carefree existence is turned upside down. Grayson Wyatt may have infiltrated family dinners and her professional world, but Sophie's not about to let a judgmental prude anywhere near her personal life.
As Gray's icy stares give way to quiet smiles, Sophie realizes that the one man she's been so desperate to get away from just might be the one she wants to keep around forever.
About Lauren Layne
Lauren Layne writes contemporary romance for Grand Central Publishing (Forever) and Random House(Loveswept).
After dabbling in an e-commerce career in Seattle and Southern California, Lauren moved to New York City where she now writes full time.
Lauren graduated from Santa Clara University with B.S. in Political Science that she has yet to put to good use. She lives with her husband and plus-sized pomeranian in a tiny Manhattan studio.
After dabbling in an e-commerce career in Seattle and Southern California, Lauren moved to New York City where she now writes full time.
Lauren graduated from Santa Clara University with B.S. in Political Science that she has yet to put to good use. She lives with her husband and plus-sized pomeranian in a tiny Manhattan studio.
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They grabbed their wineglasses and headed toward the
sound of Brynn’s smooth alto voice and the sharper squawk
that generally meant Marnie was in full-out “impress” mode.
Sophie hoped her sister’s new man-friend was adept at
flattery and pleasant niceties, because he was going to need
a hefty dose of social skills to maneuver his new
girlfriend’s
overprotective father and eager-for-grandbabies mother.
She shuffled after Will into the “drawing room,” mentally
preparing herself for mind-numbing conversation with one
of Brynn’s adoring drones.
Sophie halted to a stop so suddenly that some of her wine
sloshed over the edge of her glass and onto Marnie’s pristine
white carpet.
Her mother made an exasperated sound, but a little
spilled Chardonnay was the least of Sophie’s worries.
Oh.
My.
God.
It was him.
The man from the Las Vegas elevator standing in front
of her like some sort of icy-eyed ghost. And he had an arm
around her sister’s waist.
Oh, holy crap.
The aged gouda she’d just swallowed began churning in
the wine tsunami of her stomach.
Will pinched her upper arm none too gently, and Sophie
belatedly realized that her sister had finished
introductions.
Everybody was staring at her, including Mr. I’m Not
Looking for an Escort Service. She had so not missed that
deadly sexy gaze. Emphasis on the “deadly” part. Still, it
was reassuring that he too looked a bit shell-shocked. He
didn’t say a word, but based on what she knew of him, she
didn’t really expect him to.
The ball was clearly in her court.
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