After a scandalous wedding of her own, a disgraced LA wedding planner seeks a fresh start in NYC with the elite Wedding Belles, only to come toe-to-toe with scandal once more when she finds herself falling for the wealthy, uptight brother of her first client.

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To Have and to Hold

Brooke and Seth's Love Story

The Wedding Belles, Volume One

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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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"Completely endearing characters...most definitely looking forward to the others in the Wedding Belles series. A great community of women I want to follow. – Harlequin Junkie, Top Pick

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USA TODAY bestselling author Lauren Layne is the “queen of witty dialogue and sexy scenes” (Rachel Van Dyken)! Now, Sex and the City meets The Wedding Planner in The Wedding Belles, her sizzling brand new contemporary romance series about three ambitious wedding planners who can make any bride’s dream come true…but their own.

Discovering her fiancé is an international con man just moments before they exchange vows devastates celebrity wedding planner Brooke Baldwin’s business—and breaks her heart. Now a pariah in Los Angeles, she seeks a fresh start in New York City and thinks she’s found it with her first bridal client, a sweet—if slightly spoiled—hotel heiress. Then she meets the uptight businessman who’s holding the purse strings.

Seth Tyler wishes he could write a blank check and be done with his sister Maya's fancy-pants wedding. Unfortunately, micromanaging the event is his only chance at proving Maya’s fiancé is a liar. Standing directly in his way is the stunning blonde wedding planner whose practiced smiles and sassy comebacks both irritate and arouse him. He needs Brooke’s help. But can he persuade a wedding planner on a comeback mission to unplan a wedding? And more importantly, how will he convince her that the wedding she should be planning…is theirs?

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Brooke tilted her head slightly and considered Seth. “You don’t want to be here.”
His eyes snapped back to her. “I wouldn’t be here if I didn’t.”
“Really,” she said, crossing her arms. “So you’re telling me that you want to be standing inside a wedding planner’s office right now, gearing up to talk about canapés and bustles and tea-length versus cocktail-length bridesmaid dresses, and coupes versus flutes for the champagne toast?”
Seth’s gaze raked over her before he took a step closer. He was tall, but she was in five-inch heels, which meant she only had to look up slightly to meet his gaze. She didn’t know why, but this man seemed determined to make her feel small. Well, screw him— Brooke wasn’t going to roll over and play dead.
She’d experienced plenty of belittling in the past four months from people she actually cared about. She wasn’t about to let a perfect stranger—no matter how gorgeous—get under her skin.
“You should know something, Ms. . . .” “Baldwin,” she said evenly.
“Ms. Baldwin,” he said slowly, as though tasting the sound of her name on his tongue. Then he dropped his eyes to her mouth as though wanting to taste more than the sound of her name.
Brooke swallowed and forced herself not to take a step back. “What is it that I should know?” she prompted.
His eyes lifted back to hers, and despite their closeness, despite the heat between their bodies, there was no warmth in his eyes. This was a man who’d long ago mastered the art of perfect, icy control.
“You should know that I never do anything I don’t want to,” he said in that low, husky voice.
“Is that so?” Crap. Now her voice was husky.
“It is,” he said slowly. He moved even closer. “And what is it that you want?” she asked.
His eyes drifted once more down to her mouth,
and Brooke ordered herself firmly not to do anything ridiculous, say, like leaning into a man who was proving to be a pretentious ass.
Except . . .
Except, he smelled good. Really good. Like expensive cologne and man and sex, and despite the fact that Brooke was writing off the opposite sex for at least the next year, she wanted . . . she wanted . . .
Another chime at the door sounded, shattering the moment.