Ian is a hot shot Wall Street broker whose work hard-play hard philosophy catches up to him when he’s wrongly accused of insider trading and must convince a beautiful SEC agent that he’s more than just a careless playboy.


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Kate & Kennedy's Love Story

21 Wall Street, Volume Three

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  • Steamy, with explicit sex scenes.
  • This book is written in third-person, alternating the heroine and heroine's POV.

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“Lauren Layne delivered a damn near perfect romance…She never fails to write the kind of romances that I need right now and that I read in one sitting.” —BookBinge


Even for a top-gun banker, temptation this hot is quite a gamble, in a sexy Wall Street romp from New York Times bestselling author Lauren Layne.

An alpha among the wolves of Wall Street, Kennedy Dawson rose to the top of the pack by striking the right contracts at the right times. But there’s one deal that’s been giving him a run for his money—a pact to never again let his assistant, Kate, get under his skin. She may be smart, gorgeous, and sharp as a whip, but she’s definitely off-limits.

Kate Henley isn’t a banker, but she knows a thing or two about risk management—specifically, about /managing/ her attraction to her smolderingly sexy boss. She already fell once, and Kennedy showed no sign of paying a return on her investment. So when Kennedy’s brother starts pursuing her, Kate figures she has the best of both worlds. Jack is charming, rich, very attentive, and the spitting image of his older brother.

It’s also making Kennedy think twice. But to win Kate’s heart, he’ll have to broker the deal of a lifetime…and prove he’s worth the risk.


He stopped her words, not with a retort or even the usual scowl but by reaching out and setting his fingers against her mouth.
They both froze, and her eyes flew to his. It wasn’t a caress, but neither was it a playful shut-up kind of gesture. It was somewhere in between, his three middle fingers resting lightly over her mouth, his pinkie finger brushing against her jaw, softly, as if by accident.
He met her eyes for only a second before his gaze dropped to his fingers. He frowned slightly, as though puzzled to find himself touching her. But he couldn’t be half as puzzled as she was.
Or as electrified.
Slowly, Kennedy let his hand drop, his fist clenching hard and fast, so quickly she thought she’d imagined it.