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"Reads like the sort of rom-com you wish Hollywood still made."—Apple Books

I WISH YOU were MINE

Stiletto & Oxford, Volume SIX

A Love Story

Ebook and audiobook only. No paperback available, per decision of the publisher, Penguin Random House.

Steamy, with explicit sex scenes.

This book is written in third-person, alternating the heroine and heroine's POV.

It is part of a series, but does not need to be read in order unless you feel like it.

Forced into early retirement, NFL quarterback Jackson reluctantly takes a job as a sports editor in New York City, where he finds himself spending time with the one woman strictly off-limits: his ex-wife’s younger sister.

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BOOK DESCRIPTION

A USA TODAY BESTSELLER!

In this charming Oxford Novel, hailed by Keri Ford as “a sizzling-loud friends-to-lovers story,” Lauren Layne poses a provocative question: What do you do when you fall in love with your sister’s ex?

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.

an excerpt

Jackson’s lips brushed the corner of her mouth, and Mollie’s breath hitched. He pulled back as though waiting for her to protest, but she didn’t.

Couldn’t.

He moved in again, this time his lips touching hers square on, and damn it. Damn it. Their mouths fit perfectly.

Moving slowly, he pressed all the way against her, deepening the kiss as her arms wound around his neck.
Mollie had been kissed before. Plenty of times. But nothing—nothing—compared to the feel of Jackson’s mouth against hers.