when the one who left you at the altar ...
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As Stiletto magazine’s authority on all things breakup-and-heartache, Emma Sinclair writes from personal experience. Five years ago, Emma was Charlotte, North Carolina’s darling debutante and a blushing bride-to-be. Now she’s the ice queen of the Manhattan dating scene. Emma left her sultry Southern drawl behind, but not even her closest friends know that with it she left her heart. Now Emma’s latest article forces her to face her demons—namely, the devilishly sexy guy who ditched her at the altar.
After giving up everything for a pro-soccer career, Alex Cassidy watches his dreams crumble as a knee injury sidelines him for good. Now he’s hanging up his cleats and giving journalism a shot. It’s just a coincidence that he happens to pick a job in the same field, and the same city, as his former fiancée . . . right? But when Emma moves in next door, it’s no accident. It’s research. And Alex can’t help wondering what might have been. Unlike the innocent girl he remembers, this Emma is chic, sophisticated, and assertive—and she wants absolutely nothing to do with him. The trouble is, Alex has never wanted her more.
Lauren Layne's Stiletto series, and its spinoff Oxford series can be read in any order. But if you're the type that loves things to be read "in order," we've got you covered!
“The Trouble with Love is a heartwarming read I devoured in one sitting and haven’t been able to stop smiling over since.”—New York Times bestselling author Violet Duke
“Sharp, sexy contemporary romance at its best, The Trouble with Love satisfies in the best kind of way.”—Elisabeth Barrett, author of the Star Harbor series
“[Lauren] Layne produces winner after winner and The Trouble with Love is no different.”—Fiction Vixen
“One of Layne’s best works . . . I found myself laughing and crying simultaneously in a matter of seconds.”—Star-Crossed Book Blog
“I honestly can’t say enough about how much I love and adored this book. It takes a rare breed of author to make me go out and purchase all of their backlist without even reading blurbs or reviews.”—Ramblings from This Chick (five stars)
“These books are reminiscent of Nora Roberts’ and her trilogies, with the complex situations, three-dimensional characters, grand sense of humor and hot sex scenes.”—Urban Girl Reader
“It was very difficult not to instantly like this book, because it had all the things I loved all rolled up into one: sass, humor, underlying sexual tension, as well as suits and office romance.”—Fifty Shades of Books
“Sultry, funny and heartwarming . . . This book is the fourth in the Sex, Love & Stiletto series, but can be read as a standalone and is perfect for anyone who loves second-chance romance.”—TJ Loves to Read
Praise for the Sex, Love & Stiletto series
“Fun, sexy, and sharp as a spike heel.”—New York Times bestselling author Ruthie Knox
“Packed with loads of sizzle and Snickerlicious fun, Lauren Layne’s After the Kiss is a knock-your-stilettos-off, total page-turning treat that had me fan-girling up within the first chapter.”—USA Today bestselling author Mira Lyn Kelly
“Spunky, flirty, and full of sass, Love the One You’re With is everything a romance should be! Lauren Layne has a winner.”—New York Times bestselling author Christie Craig
“Sexy, sassy, and surprisingly sweet, Lauren Layne’s Just One Night is a total page-turner!”—New York Times bestselling author Donna Alward
The elevator doors had just started to close when a male hand stuck between them, activating their sensors so that the doors reopened.
Great. Really freaking fantastic.
A lesser woman would have groaned in dismay at the sight of the man in front of her.
Emma merely straightened her shoulders, ignoring Julie’s softly uttered, “Oh, dear.”
It was him.
The man was gorgeous in the sort of way that made women stop and stare. The tall and lean athlete’s body was as impeccably dressed as ever in a trim, perfectly tailored black suit. No sign of a tie today, although there often was one.
His dark hair was perfectly styled, the clean-shaven face showing off a strong jaw and symmetrical lips.
And the eyes . . . green today, although they often could burn blue.
But Emma didn’t have to look at the man to know all of this.
She knew it all from her memories. Bad memories.
He didn’t falter at the sight of Emma and her low-cut cocktail dress and ugly wet bun.
In fact, he didn’t look at her at all.
Nothing—not surprise, not even acknowledgment—fluttered across his features at her presence.
The man was in control.
Julie shifted to the corner of the elevator to make room for him, and he nodded briefly at her before turning so that he and Emma were standing shoulder to shoulder.
The doors closed, and Emma lifted her eyes to the little screen that indicated the floor number.
He mimicked her posture, his eyes also focused on the spot where the L became 1, then 2 as they ascended.
“Emma,” he said politely, not looking at her.
“You’re looking well.”
“And you,” she said, her tone smooth. Monotone.
“You didn’t get dressed up on my account, I hope.” His voice never lost its casual politeness.
She didn’t so much as glance at him. “Oh, do you not like it? I’ve been so hoping a fancy dress is all it would take for you to ask for my number.”
The elevator stopped on the seventh floor, and Emma and Cassidy stepped to the side so the man in the back corner could exit. In sync, they moved immediately back into their previous positions as the door closed.
They still had not looked at each other.
“You know, it’s a little bright for my taste,” he mused, as though they’d never been interrupted. “I like more subdued colors on a woman. Say . . . white. I always like to see a woman in a white dress. Do you own one?”
Julie cleared her throat, although Emma couldn’t tell if it was a warning or a laugh.
The elevator stopped at 12. Emma’s stop. Finally.
“Excuse me,” she murmured to Cassidy as she stepped off, her voice sugary sweet.
Sorry, no! I wish! This book is published via Loveswept, a digital-only imprint of Random House. I've asked that they consider making a print version available per reader demand. They've said no.
Yes. OOPS! Without getting too "spoiler-ific" there is a certain event that seems to repeat itself in this book, and I Wish You Were Mine. Unintentional on my part! To be honest, several years separated the writing of those two books and I'd straight-up forgotten a certain bit.
Yes, it's book four in the Stiletto/Oxford series, but you can absolutely read that whole series in any order you want. None of my books have cliff-hanger endings!