Series: Oxford, #1
Published by Loveswept on October 6th 2015
Genres: Contemporary Romance
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Hotshot sports editor Cole Sharpe has been freelancing for Oxford for years, so when he hears about a staff position opening up, he figures heÔÇÖs got the inside track. Then his boss drops a bombshell: Cole has competition. Female competition, in the form of a fresh-faced tomboy who can hang with the dudesÔÇöand write circles around them, too. Cole usually likes his women flirty and curvy, but he takes a special interest in his skinny, sassy rival, if only to keep an eye on her. And soon, he canÔÇÖt take his eyes off her.
Penelope Pope knows all too well that she comes off as just one of the guys. Since sheÔÇÖs learned that wanting more usually leads to disappointment, PenelopeÔÇÖs resigned to sitting on the sidelines when it comes to love. So why does Cole make her want to get back in the game? The man is as arrogant as he is handsome. He probably sees her as nothing more than a barrier to his dream job. But when an unexpected kiss turns into a night of irresistible passion, Penelope has to figure out whether theyÔÇÖre just fooling aroundÔÇöor starting something real.
Meet the men of Oxford magazine! In the first captivating spin-off of Lauren LayneÔÇÖs Sex, Love & Stiletto series, a not-so-friendly battle of the sexes turns into a scorching office romance.
By: Lauren Layne
Released October 6, 2015┬á
But before Cole could make the call on whether or not to die curious about that damn notebook or risk rejection by Tiny Brunette, his best friend and co-worker was holding a fresh beer in front of his face.
ÔÇ£You look like you need it,ÔÇØ Lincoln Mathis said, sipping the foam off his own beer.
ÔÇ£How would you know?ÔÇØ Cole said. ÔÇ£YouÔÇÖve been chatting up Jonas LeroyÔÇÖs wife for the better part of four innings.ÔÇØ
ÔÇ£Had to,ÔÇØ Lincoln said with a little shrug. ÔÇ£She was bored. Her husbandÔÇÖs completely preoccupied with whateverÔÇÖs going on with that ball down there.ÔÇØ
ÔÇ£As he should be at a ÔÇØ Cole said pointedly.
Cole didnÔÇÖt know why he bothered. His friend was already back on his cellphone, not the least bit interested in the game.
Lincoln Mathis like the type of man who should enjoy sports: tall, athletic, well muscled from their early-morning gym sessions. Carelessly styled black hair and friendly blue eyes that screamed just as loudly as they did .
But, much to ColeÔÇÖs dismay, heÔÇÖd never been able to get his friend to invest more than a passing interest in sportsÔÇö sport. Lincoln was always happy to tag along to a game when booze and women were involved, but ask him who he thought this yearÔÇÖs MVP would be, and heÔÇÖd say Babe Ruth without the smallest hint of irony.
Still, tonight, Cole couldnÔÇÖt exactly lecture Lincoln for not paying attention when he himself was having a hell of a time keeping track of the score.
Once more, his eyes found Tiny Brunette, who was . . . yep. Writing in her notebook.
ÔÇ£Hey, Sharpe. Do you know where they keep a fire extinguisher in here?ÔÇØ Lincoln asked, looking around the luxury suite of Yankee Stadium.
Cole tore his gaze away from the woman and her damn notebook. ÔÇ£What for?ÔÇØ
ÔÇ£If you stare at that girl any harder, sheÔÇÖs going to burst into flames,ÔÇØ Lincoln said, jerking his chin at Tiny Brunette.
ÔÇ£I wasnÔÇÖt staring.ÔÇØ
ÔÇ£DonÔÇÖt insult our bromance,ÔÇØ Lincoln said cheerfully.
ÔÇ£Keep running your mouth and we wonÔÇÖt have a bromance.ÔÇØ Cole forced himself not to look at the woman again.
ÔÇ£Hey, if youÔÇÖve got a crush on the wee lass, you can tell me,ÔÇØ Lincoln said, taking another sip of beer.
ÔÇ£I donÔÇÖt have a crush. And wee lass? Really? YouÔÇÖre Scottish now?ÔÇØ
ÔÇ£Sometimes. Chicks dig the brogue. You should try it on your girl over there.ÔÇØ
ÔÇ£SheÔÇÖs not my girl. SheÔÇÖs just . . .ÔÇØ Cole finished silently.
ÔÇ£Good,ÔÇØ Lincoln said, clapping him on the shoulder. ÔÇ£So you wonÔÇÖt mind that she left.ÔÇØ
ColeÔÇÖs eyes flew to the seat where the woman was sitting, annoyed to see that his friend was right. She was gone.
ÔÇ£ItÔÇÖs just as well,ÔÇØ Lincoln said. ÔÇ£We have bigger things to focus on. Say, like how weÔÇÖre going to annihilate the bastard whoÔÇÖs out for your job.ÔÇØ
ÔÇ£ItÔÇÖs not my job,ÔÇØ Cole said, carefully keeping the tinge of bitterness out of his tone.
ÔÇ£Not yet,ÔÇØ Lincoln said. ÔÇ£But it will be. Taking your competition out of the picture is the only reason IÔÇÖm at this barbarian event.ÔÇØ
ÔÇ£Remind me never to take you to a hockey game,ÔÇØ Cole muttered.
Still, he appreciated his friendÔÇÖs loyalty. And Lincoln was right. Tonight wasnÔÇÖt about petite female baseball fans and their damn notebooks.
Tonight was about ColeÔÇÖs professional future.
The key to that future? magazine.
Prior to becoming an author, Lauren worked in e-commerce and web-marketing. A year after moving from Seattle to NYC to pursue a writing career, she had a fabulous agent and multiple New York publishing deals.
Lauren currently lives in Manhattan with her husband and plus-sized Pomeranian. When not writing, you’ll likely find her running (rarely), reading (sometimes), or at happy hour (often).
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KISS (Book One)┬á
ONE YOU’RE WITH (Book Two)┬á┬á
NIGHT (Book Three) ┬á