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    Tuesday, 6 December 2016

    Someone Like You by Lauren Layne



    A man who’s living a lie—until his dream woman takes away the pain.




    SOMEONE LIKE YOU
    Oxford #3
    Lauren Layne
    Releasing Dec 6th, 2016
    Loveswept




    Lauren Layne’s bestselling Oxford Series
    continues with the poignant, heartwarming story of New York’s most eligible
    bachelor, Lincoln Mathis, a man who’s living a lie—until his dream woman takes
    away the pain.


    Lincoln Mathis doesn’t hide his reputation as Manhattan’s ultimate playboy. In fact, he cultivates it. But behind every flirtatious smile, each provocative quip, there’s a secret that Lincoln’s hiding from even his closest friends—a tragedy from his past that holds his heart quietly captive. Lincoln knows what he wants: someone like Daisy Sinclair, the sassy, off-limits bridesmaid he can’t take his eyes off at his best friend’s wedding. He also knows that she’s everything he can never have.

    After a devastating divorce, Daisy doesn’t need anyone to warn her off the charming best man at her sister’s wedding. One look at the breathtakingly hot Lincoln Mathis and she knows that he’s exactly the type of man she should avoid. But when Daisy stumbles upon Lincoln’s secret, she realizes there’s more to the charming playboy than meets the eye. And suddenly Daisy and Lincoln find their lives helplessly entwined in a journey that will either heal their damaged souls . . . or destroy them forever.


    Advance praise for Someone Like You

    “Fun and flirty, sassy and steamy, with a deep
    emotional pull that will keep you turning the pages.”—Kelly Jamieson, author
    of Top Shelf
    “An unsung hero with a story that touched my heart. Emotional and
    gripping. A top favorite of 2016 for me.”
    New York Times bestselling author Melanie Moreland






    “Lincoln, you know that I love you like a brother, but if you make a move on my sister, I will end you.”
    Lincoln Mathis took a slow sip of his cocktail as he studied the fierce bride-to-be. “I hope Cassidy knows how lucky he is. You’re so delicate and gentle.”
    Emma Sinclair, soon to be Emma Cassidy as of this time tomorrow, lifted one elegantly manicured fingernail and flicked his chest. “Promise, Lincoln. No hitting on Daisy.”
    “I don’t hit on women.”
    Emma gave him a look.
    He held up his free hand in surrender. “I don’t. They come to me. I’m like the stamen.”
    Emma stared at him with wide, slightly accusatory brown eyes. “The what?”
    “The stamen. The pollen-producing part of a flower, Sinclair. Don’t you watch the Discovery Channel? Animal Planet? I just saw a fascinating documentary on bees. See, when the bees land on a flower, their little feet pick up pollen from the stamen— “
    “Mathis. Are you talking to my fiancée about semen?” Alex Cassidy asked, coming up beside Emma and setting a possessive hand on her waist.
    “Stamen,” Lincoln clarified. “Not semen. Honestly, is sex all you people think about?”
    “Yes.” This came from Riley Compton, a brunette bombshell whose status as New York’s foremost “sexpert” meant she had zero qualms about discussing sex at her best friend’s rehearsal dinner. “And you know, actually, the stamen is rather sexual. I saw that bee documentary too, because these are the sort of things you do when you’re nursing a never-satisfied baby, by the way, and the stamen is a flower’s male reproductive organ. Sexy, right?”
    Emma inserted the arm not holding her champagne flute between the two of them. “Guys, it’s my wedding weekend. Can we not talk about flower boners?”
    “Fair enough, Bride,” Lincoln said. “What do you want to talk about? Cassidy’s boner?”
    Alex Cassidy choked into his champagne.
    “There will be no boner discussion,” Emma said. “Lincoln and I were just having a chat about how Lincoln will be maintaining his distance from my sister.”
    “Speaking of flowers, where is Daisy?” Riley asked, scanning the room.
    “Running late. Knowing my sister, her dress had a slight crease from the suitcase, and she won’t make an appearance until every wrinkle’s banished, every hair’s in place, and there’s not a speck of lint anywhere.”
    “Gosh, however will I keep my hands to myself?” Lincoln muttered.
    “Lincoln, I swear to God—”
    “He’s messing with you, Em,” Cassidy said, carefully tugging his fiancée away from Lincoln. “Don’t let him press your buttons. And Lincoln, man, what is with that drink?”
    Lincoln glanced down. “It’s called a Jasmine. Gin, lemon, some Campari—”
    “It’s pink,” Cassidy observed.
    “Right? You want one?”
    Cassidy rolled his eyes. “I’ll stick with wine, thanks. Ah shit, there’s my grandma waving us over. Emma, you up for talk about the state of your uterus?”
    Emma groaned. “Oh no. I thought she’d agreed to wait until after the wedding to talk about my eggs.”
    “I’ll go with you,” Riley said. “As the only one in our little group of friends who’s ever pushed a human skull out my—”
    “Okay, I’m going to expand my taboo list,” Emma said. “No talking about boners, flowers, or vaginas.”
    “Fine,” Riley said, as she entwined her arm in Emma’s and started leading her toward Cassidy’s grandma. “But if Grams starts talking about fertility, just follow my lead . . . ”





    Lauren Layne is the USA Today bestselling author of more than a dozen romantic comedies. She lives in New York City with her husband (who was her high school sweetheart--cute, right?!) and plus-sized Pomeranian.

    In 2011, she ditched her corporate career in Seattle to pursue a full-time writing career in Manhattan, and never looked back.

    In her ideal world, every stiletto-wearing, Kate Spade wielding woman would carry a Kindle stocked with Lauren Layne books.

    For a list of all her works, please be sure to check out her official website!





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