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I WISH YOU WERE MINE
 
Oxford #2
Lauren Layne
 
Releasing on February 2, 2016
Loveswept

 

 
Perfect for fans of Alice Clayton and Emma Chase, Lauren Layne’s Oxford series heats up in this
story of forbidden desire as a brooding jock hoping for a comeback falls for a woman who’s strictly off-limits.
 
A year ago, Jackson Burke was married to the love of his
life and playing quarterback for the Texas Redhawks. Now he’s retired, courtesy
of the car accident that ruined his career—and single, after a nasty scandal
torpedoed his marriage. Just as he’s starting to get used to his new life as a
health and fitness columnist for Oxford magazine, his unpredictable ex shows up
on his doorstep in Manhattan. Jackson should be thrilled. But he can’t stop
thinking about the one person who’s always been there for him, the one girl he
could never have: her younger sister.
 
Mollie Carrington can’t say no to Madison. After all, her
older sister practically raised her. So when Madison begs for help in winning
her ex-husband back, Mollie’s just glad she got over her own crush on Jackson
ages ago—or so she thought. Because as Mollie reconnects with Jackson, she
quickly forgets all her reasons to stay loyal to her sister. Tempted by
Jackson’s mellow drawl and cowboy good looks, Mollie is sick and tired of
coming in second place. But she can’t win if she doesn’t play the game.
 
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There’s just something about meeting a new author, and in person no less, that makes you want to read everything they’ve ever written. When I saw I wish you were Mine, I knew I had to have it. I haven’t read the other books in the Oxford series and I haven’t read the Stiletto series either, but I will be reading them all. I’m a fan for life now. Lauren’s writing has the perfect mix of sexy, sweet and funny. Once I started, I couldn’t put it down. Jackson is a former Super Bowl winning Quarterback whose career was cut short by a car accident. When he moves to NY to take a new job and start a new life something is still missing. He still wants to be on the field and he won’t get past the anger. He finally agrees to see his ex-wife’s sister who lives in NY. They have been friends since before he married her sister. They used to talk and exchange gifts and he always thought of her as a sister. Until he doesn’t. Until she show up in a killer red dress. Until she’s not a kid sister anymore. She’s a gorgeous, grown up woman. Mollie always had a crush on Jackson. It was always innocent in that kid way, but now that he’s not married to her sister and she’s all grown up, her feelings are still there. When they decided to become roommates, things get fuzzy. Btw, one of the best first kisses I’ve read in a long time! Sexy, hot, funny and just perfect. Jackson makes the first move and wants to try to have something real with Mollie. Will his ex-wife show up just to make things worse? Will Mollie be able to forget that Jackson has a life with her sister? I loved this story! I loved the friendship and humor. I really do enjoy my romance books more when I can laugh! I want to be part of this group of men and women. I can’t wait for more in this series.

 

“Dark hair, blue eyes. Tall. Chiseled jaw. Muscular.”

“Chiseled jay? What the fuck is that?”

“Look in the mirror.”

“Don’t be weird.”

 

“Just swap that suit for a tux, and you could totally give Daniel Craig a run for his money in Casino Royale.”

“I think you mean Sean Connery, darling.”

“Nope, you’re definitely a Daniel Craig Bond.”

He pulled open a drawer and took out a kitchen knife, handing it to her. “Here. Just go ahead and stab me.”

“What’s wrong with Daniel Craig? He’s hot.”

“You seriously didn’t have to hire movers,” Mollie said for the hundredth time as she watched two burly dudes easily maneuver yet another stack of boxes to Jackson’s guest room.

Jackson pointed at a barstool. “Sit. Relax. Want a beer?”

“No, I still need to unpack,” she muttered, reluctantly plopping onto the stool.

“Have a beer, Molls. Unpacking your nightstand contents isn’t like operating heavy machinery,” he said, going to the fridge and pulling out two beers.

“Clearly you don’t know what’s in my nightstand.”

Jackson lifted his eyebrows. “Exactly how big is your vibrator?”

“I meant I have like a zillion books.”

“Which are not breakable,” he said, handing her a beer. “And is that a no on the vibrator?”

She gave him a look as she took the bottle from his hand. “I just want to state for the record that I have moved several times, on my own, without the help of movers, and I could have done it again.”

“Moving yourself is for college kids. You’re an adult. Hire movers.”

“No, moving yourself is for people without extra income,” she said. “Snob.”

“So what was the plan?” he asked, tipping the bottle to his lips. “You were just going to maneuver all those big-ass boxes around with those skinny sticks you call arms?”

“Don’t be silly. I was going to hire some big beefy dudes from campus to help me. Perk of working at a university.”

Jackson was about to set his bottle on the counter but his hand froze, just for a second, and Mollie felt a sting of regret as she realized she’d inadvertently hit a nerve. Not so long ago, Jackson Burke had been absolutely the type of muscled guy friend who’d’ve been really helpful to have around on moving day. Her eyes flitted to his shoulder. Now he was the guy who wouldn’t be doing any heavy lifting for a long time. Maybe ever.

She looked away, her brain scrambling to come up with a quick subject change.

Only maybe that wasn’t what he needed—for people to dance around his injury like it was the elephant in the room. Physically, he was on the road to recovery. He needed to get there mentally as well.

“You said the other night that it didn’t hurt,” she said. “Was that a big macho man moment?”

He stared at the counter. “I’ve told you. It’s fine.”

She rolled her eyes. “Please. Be a little more vague and manly.”

“Well, what do you want me to say, Molls?” he ground out. “That the pain wakes me up at night? That any motion more vigorous than brushing my teeth hurts like hell?”

“Are you going to physical therapy?” she asked, purposely ignoring the wounded-bear routine. That might scare off other people, but she was made of stronger stuff. Knew him better.

He looked away.

“Oh, Jackson.”

He shrugged. “What does it even matter? All the PT in the world isn’t going to help me play football again.”

“Well, gosh,” she said dramatically, “you may as well be dead.”

Jackson was in the process of taking a sip of beer and choked. “Jesus. You are such a smart-ass.”

“I’m just saying, you have a lot going for you,” she said, gentling her tone. “You don’t need a football in your hand or to help a girl move to be an amazing guy.”

“Yeah?” he said as he leaned on his forearms across the counter. “Want to tell me more about how I’m an amazing guy?”

If I did, I might never stop.

 
Lauren Layne is the 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
thirteen books, including the bestselling Stiletto series, with several more on
the way in 2015.
 
Lauren currently lives in New York City 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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1 Comment

  1. Crystal, Tasty Book Tours
    February 12, 2016

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    Lovely review. Thank you for hosting I WISH YOU WERE MINE today!

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