When rival journalists are assigned to co-write a story on who has a better understanding of the opposite sex, the real scoop turns out to be that when it comes to each other, neither has a clue.


Love the One You're With

Grace & Jake's Love Story

Stiletto & Oxford, Volume Two



  • This book is not available in paperback, per decision of the publisher, Penguin Random House.
  • Rated R. Steamy, with explicit sex scenes.
  • This book is written in third-person, alternating the heroine and heroine's POV.


“Great characterizations, amazing chemistry, witty banters, and heartfelt conversations. Amazing writing from Lauren Layne.”—Girl Meets Books


As a leading columnist for Stiletto, Grace Brighton has built a career warning women about rotten, cheating liars. She just never suspected her fiancé would be one of them. After Grace takes a heart-mending hiatus, her first assignment is to go on a couple of dates with a counterpart from the men's magazine Oxford and report her impressions.

Grace one-point-zero may have been instantly smitten with the gorgeous correspondent, but Grace two-point-zero has sworn off relationships for six months, and she's not falling for his outstanding bod and trophy-winning kisses...or is she?

Jake Malone wants to get back to the fly-by-night, who-knows-what's-next guy he used to be, and he knows exactly how to do it. Oxford is adding a travel section, and Jake - with no wife and no kids and a willingness to live anywhere, eat anything, do everything - is perfect for the job...except that his playboy reputation makes his new editor nervous.

To get the gig, he must agree to a fluffy joint article with Stiletto. But after just one date with snooty, sumptuous, sensational Grace Brighton, Jake starts taking this assignment a whole lot more seriously.


“I haven’t been sleeping much,” he said, opening his eyes briefly when their cabby honked futilely at the unmoving taillights in front of him.
“How come?” she asked, resisting the urge to touch him. To soothe.
“Got a woman on my mind,” he said, in a bad imitation of a cowboy voice.
“Just one?” she teased.
He turned his head to face her, his eyes locking on hers. The answer was written all over his face, and Grace’s mouth went dry.
His gaze dropped to her mouth. “If I kiss you, will you write about it?”
“Do you want me to write about it?”
“Do you want me to kiss you?”
The gauntlet had been thrown down. And Grace could either run from it and let her massive amount of man issues push him away, or she could . . .
And then there was no more thinking as they both reached for each other, their mouths meeting hungrily, her fingers tangling in his hair as his hands found her waist.