A Love Story
An ambitious wedding planner continually butts heads with her laidback musician neighbor, only to learn that there's more to the charming playboy than she realized, and what they thought was hate is actually something much different...
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Will a budding wedding planner and her bad boy neighbor stop banging heads and start hearing wedding bells in the sexy second novel in
USA TODAY bestselling author Lauren Layne’s irresistible new series that marries Sex and the City with The Wedding Planner?
When small-town girl Heather Fowler finally gets promoted from assistant to actual wedding planner, she’s determined to make it as one of Manhattan’s elite Wedding Belles. Unfortunately, her first client demands an opulent black-tie affair at the Plaza…in five months’ time. Heather’s days quickly become a flurry of cake tastings, dress-fittings, RSVP cards, and bridal tantrums. But what she’s really losing sleep over is the live music blaring from her playboy neighbor’s apartment all night.
Five years ago, Josh Tanner was an up-and-comer on Wall Street, complete with the penthouse and the migraines. But a grim cancer diagnosis made him realize there is more to life than the corner office. If only he could convince his pretty, workaholic neighbor to let loose, too. As Heather lets down her guard, Josh is surprised when he starts falling for the sweet, vulnerable woman hiding beneath those power suits. Soon, it’s Heather’s turn to convince Josh to take the biggest risk of all: love.
He smelled a bit like soap and coffee, and Heather tried really hard to remember that he’d just had a woman in his apartment last night. That there'd probably been a constant stream of women in this apartment, and that she didn't want to be one of them.
“I do like music," she replied.
“Just not my music?”
“Not your music at two a.m.,” she clarified, lifting her mug and pointing it at him.
Then she took a sip and moaned in pleasure. “Oh my God, what is this?”
“Italian roast from that little place around the corner.” His voice was a little bit husky, and she wasn’t entirely sure if it was because he shared her pleasure in the coffee or because he was appreciating her pleasure, and right now she didn’t care.
“It’s incredible,” she said reverently, glancing down at the coffee with what could have only been described as love before looking back at him with something decidedly less so but also with a bit less animosity than before. Any man who appreciated coffee like this couldn’t be all bad.
Their eyes locked, and for a moment, Heather lost her breath. He was just so darn good-looking, with his sleepy sexy eyes and his casual charm, and his really yummy Italian blend coffee. And then there was the matter of that dream . . .
“What about hedge fund managers?” Sue asked, slowing whisking some of Heather’s milk into the bowl.
Heather was still looking at Josh when his mother asked the random question, and she was surprised to see something that looked like pain cross his face, followed by a complete shutdown.
It was as though the guy she’d been talking to vanished and was replaced by someone a hell of a lot more broody.
"These two are a ridiculously charming pair, whether they’re arguing about banana bread or gasping for breath after another heart-stopping kiss."
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