Title: I Wish You Were Mine
Perfect for fans of Alice Clayton and Emma Chase, Lauren Layne’s Oxford series heats up in this story of forbidden desire as a brooding jock hoping for a comeback falls for a woman who’s strictly off-limits.
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.
Author: Lauren Layne
Other books by this author that we've reviewed: Blurred Lines, Cuff Me, Cuff Me, From This Day Forward (The Wedding Belles 0.5)
Series: Oxford #2
Other books in this series that we've reviewed: Someone Like You
Published by LoveSwept Source: Author
Published: February 2, 2016
Genres: Contemporary Romance
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I like humor in my romances so when I read the blurb for I Wish You Were Mine, and it said it was perfect for readers of one of my favorite authors, I was curious. Former football player whose career was cut short by and accident, newly divorced after a nasty scandal, younger sister who can’t say no to older sister, has secret crush on ex-BIL, good friends secretly crushing on each other…yeah I can see there was quite a lot going on there. Still, mixing all those ingredients together had potential for making a real good story. So I grabbed a copy and sat down for a read.
I simply adored Mollie! She the perfect balance of smart, sweet and sassy. There just wasn’t anything to dislike about her. Jackson is a grumpy bear but I still like him. That’s not to say I didn’t want to shake him at times. Their friendship had a very genuine feel to it and as it progressed to something more, I just couldn’t help but want to cheer then on. They have this whole ‘I’m attracted to you but I have to resist you’ thing going on that are brought on by the two white elephants in the room they need to work through. And those two elephants are: 1). Jackson’s desperate need to get back into football and Texas, and 2). Madison – who is Jackson’s ex-wife and Mollie’s sister. Yeah that second tidbit definitely got in the way big time and it made for some real entertaining read. Despite the ending being a little predictable, Hello happy ending!, I really enjoyed the journey that Mollie and Jackson found themselves on. It had fun loops and interesting twists that had me laughing and smiling.
As this is my first book in the series as well as by Lauren Layne I felt I was walking into a party that was already going on. I’m not saying I was lost because I wasn’t. It’s just that all the characters had a familiarity with each other that I sensed right away. The camaraderie between the writers of Oxford and Stiletto has me hooked and now I want to go back and read their stories. Stellar secondary cast are always a plus in my book and this book has plenty of them. Except for Madison. She is the perfect antagonist for Mollie and Jackson. Sneaky, selfish and quite the bio-tch, Lordy there were times I wish I had a glass of red wine just so I could throw it at her!
As I mentioned previously, this is my first book by Lauren Layne. I found her writing to be charming, witty and very engaging. As for this being my last book by her, not by a long shot. I need more of the Oxford/Stiletto gang, where they came from and glimpses of where they are going, especially Lincoln. Oh yes, I am very hooked now and so will anybody who reads I Wish You Were Mine. I highly recommend this book for all lovers of a fun romance.
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Lauren Layne is the USA Today Bestselling author of contemporary romance.
Prior to becoming an author, Lauren worked in e-commerce and web-marketing. In 2011, she and her husband moved from Seattle to New York City, where Lauren decided to pursue a full-time writing career. It took six months to get her first book deal (despite ardent assurances to her husband that it would only take three). Since then, Lauren’s gone on to publish ten books, including the bestselling Stiletto series, with several more on the way in 2015.
Lauren currently lives in Chicago with her husband and spoiled Pomeranian. When not writing, you’ll find her at happy hour, running at a doggedly slow pace, or trying to straighten her naturally curly hair.
“You seriously didn’t have to hire movers,” Mollie said for the hundredth time as she watched two burly dudes easily maneuver yet another stack of boxes to Jackson’s guest room.
Jackson pointed at a barstool. “Sit. Relax. Want a beer?”
“No, I still need to unpack,” she muttered, reluctantly plopping onto the stool.
“Have a beer, Molls. Unpacking your nightstand contents isn’t like operating heavy machinery,” he said, going to the fridge and pulling out two beers.
“Clearly you don’t know what’s in my nightstand.”
Jackson lifted his eyebrows. “Exactly how big is your vibrator?”
“I meant I have like a zillion books.”
“Which are not breakable,” he said, handing her a beer. “And is that a no on the vibrator?”
She gave him a look as she took the bottle from his hand. “I just want to state for the record that I have moved several times, on my own, without the help of movers, and I could have done it again.”
“Moving yourself is for college kids. You’re an adult. Hire movers.”
“No, moving yourself is for people without extra income,” she said. “Snob.”
“So what was the plan?” he asked, tipping the bottle to his lips. “You were just going to maneuver all those big-ass boxes around with those skinny sticks you call arms?”
“Don’t be silly. I was going to hire some big beefy dudes from campus to help me. Perk of working at a university.”
Jackson was about to set his bottle on the counter but his hand froze, just for a second, and Mollie felt a sting of regret as she realized she’d inadvertently hit a nerve. Not so long ago, Jackson Burke had been absolutely the type of muscled guy friend who’d’ve been really helpful to have around on moving day. Her eyes flitted to his shoulder. Now he was the guy who wouldn’t be doing any heavy lifting for a long time. Maybe ever.
She looked away, her brain scrambling to come up with a quick subject change.
Only maybe that wasn’t what he needed—for people to dance around his injury like it was the elephant in the room. Physically, he was on the road to recovery. He needed to get there mentally as well.
“You said the other night that it didn’t hurt,” she said. “Was that a big macho man moment?”
He stared at the counter. “I’ve told you. It’s fine.”
She rolled her eyes. “Please. Be a little more vague and manly.”
“Well, what do you want me to say, Molls?” he ground out. “That the pain wakes me up at night? That any motion more vigorous than brushing my teeth hurts like hell?”
“Are you going to physical therapy?” she asked, purposely ignoring the wounded-bear routine. That might scare off other people, but she was made of stronger stuff. Knew him better.
He looked away.
He shrugged. “What does it even matter? All the PT in the world isn’t going to help me play football again.”
“Well, gosh,” she said dramatically, “you may as well be dead.”
Jackson was in the process of taking a sip of beer and choked. “Jesus. You are such a smart-ass.”
“I’m just saying, you have a lot going for you,” she said, gentling her tone. “You don’t need a football in your hand or to help a girl move to be an amazing guy.”
“Yeah?” he said as he leaned on his forearms across the counter. “Want to tell me more about how I’m an amazing guy?”
If I did, I might never stop.