Blog Tour + Book Review + Excerpt + Giveaway: Irresitibly Yours by Lauren Layne
Author: Lauren Layne
Publication: October 6, 2015
Genre: Romance, Contemporary, New Adult
Meet the men of Oxford magazine! In the first captivating spin-off of Lauren Layne’s Sex, Love & Stiletto series, a not-so-friendly battle of the sexes turns into a scorching office romance.
Hotshot sports editor Cole Sharpe has been freelancing for Oxford for years, so when he hears about a staff position opening up, he figures he’s 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 dudes—and 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 can’t take his eyes off her.
Penelope Pope knows all too well that she comes off as just one of the guys. Since she’s learned that wanting more usually leads to disappointment, Penelope’s 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 they’re just fooling around—or starting something real.
Includes a special message from the editor, as well as an excerpt from another Loveswept title.
“I’m yours, Penelope. If you want me. Irresistibly yours.”
This book was a fun and adorable read. Light, full of humor, and definitely HOT. This book will appeal to everyone who wants to read something entertaining and with a non-heavy drama.
Irresistibly Yours is very refreshing for me because it’s all about two sports writers namely Cole Sharpe and Penelope Popewho are both aiming to get the title of Senior Sports Editor atOxford men’s magazine. They started off as strangers who eventually stepped up into the flirting zone. The moment Cole discovered that Penelope was his competition, he tried to resist his attraction towards her but failed eventually. When they worked together, the sexual tension between became more and more intense, to the point that there was no way out.
What I love about this book was the instant chemistry between the main characters. Cole Sharpe, with his smart personality and easy-going, irresitible charm, is a man of every girl’s fantasies. He’s determined to get the job because of his responsibility to his brother Bobby who has a Down’s Syndrome. Penelope, on the other hand, is a witty and very likeable character. She’s petite, a tomboy, and an absolute smart-ass. The two characters have differences but they’re alike when it comes to their passion to sports.
I love how their relationship progressed from being strangers, to friends, to being lovers and how the romance bloomed between them. What made this book kind of a let-down was the last remaining chapters. It went a bit downhill when Cole became a jerk to Penelope. I was really shocked with the sudden change of attitude. In the end though, I was glad his character was put back into place.
There were also some parts that fell unrealistic– like how every employee in the Oxford workplace appeared to be beautiful and perfect. I also could not relate to them. I understand that Alex Cassidy, Jake, Mictchell, and the Stiletto girls were main characters from Lauren Layne’s previous series (which I haven’t read yet) Sex, Love, & Stiletto, but still, I found myself a bit lost. Guess I should’ve read the said series first before delving into this…
Anyhow, the book is still surprsingly pleasing. This is my first Lauren Layne read and I must say that she has a great writing style, one that absolutely makes the book really entertaining and unputdownable.
(I receieved an ARC of this book from Netgalley in exchange for an honest review)
“Cole Sharpe,” he said, sticking out a hand.
Her eyes widened just slightly, and for a second he thought maybe she’d recognized his name, but then she smiled and it was pure friendly curiosity.
“Hi!” Her voice matched the rest of her. Girlish and guileless.
Cole found himself oddly enchanted. She was so… different.
“May I?” he asked, gesturing with his chin toward the seat beside her.
Cole started to reach for her notebook under the guise of making room for himself, but she pulled it onto her lap before he could touch it.
He sat and allowed himself to fully satisfy his curiosity, taking her in now that he could see her face-to-face.
The Yankees cap still shielded the top part of her face, but he could clearly make out the pointed chin, small nose, and those big, gorgoeus brown eyes. As far as he could tell, she wasn’t wearing a speck of makeup, which allowed a light dusting of freckles to display loud and proud over her nose and the tops of her cheekbones.
Cute. Definitely cute.
And already, she was refocused on the game.
Cole’s eyes narrowed slightly as he realized that he’s been the only one doing any staring. Her attention had returned to the field, almost before he’d sat down.
What is this bullshit?
The lack of female appreciation was unusual enough– and uncomfortable enough– to make him slightly peeved. So, instead of doing the decent thing and letting her watch the yankee’s starter reclaim his spot on the mound, he talked to her.
At her, really, She still wasn’t looking his way. Not even to check him out.
Brown eyes flicked to him, barely. “What?”
“First baseball game?”
That got her attention. For the first time, she seemed to really look at him. Her eyes drifted over him slowly, before returning to his, her tone just slightly annoyed. “No. Not my first game.”
“Ah,” he said, already mentally maneuvering into a backpedal. “Bad assumption of me. You were just so into the game . . .”
“So you figured I must be trying to figure out how it all worked?” she asked. “That I must be trying to understand why some of the field is green and some is brown, and whatever could those white squares on the dirt be, and why-oh-why are those men running toward the white squares, but only sometimes . . .”
“All right,” Cole said with a laugh. “I’m an ass. You know baseball.”
Her smile was quick and easy, and he was relieved to see that she wasn’t one of those snippy, hold-it-against-him-forever types. “I know baseball.”
Is that what’s in your notebook? Baseball stuff?
She took a huge bite of her hot dog, completely unabashed at her bulging cheeks, and Cole hid a smile, pretending instead to be fixated on the game.
Hell. When had he ever had to pretend to be fixated on the Yankees?
“You were partially right,” she admitted, after swallowing.
He glanced at her. “Oh yeah?”
She grinned. “This is my first Yankees game.”
“I knew it,” he said, matching her grin full on. “I knew there was something virgin about you. But tell me, how come a baseball fan like you never made it to Yankee Stadium until now?”
“Well . . .” She licked a spot of mustard off her finger, but not in the slow, deliberate way that most women he knew would have done it. “It’s a long way from Chicago . . .”
Cole tore his eyes away from the way her lips closed around her thumb, sucking off that mustard. “You’re from Chicago?”
“From there, yes,” she said. “But let’s just say that as of two weeks ago, I’ll be spending a lot more time here than at Wrigley.”
“Ah. You’re new to New York.”
“How do you like it?”
She hesitated. “It’s . . . intense.”
“Meaning . . . we New Yorkers are scary as hell?”
She smiled. “Well, it’s not as hostile as I’d been warned, but yeah. We Chicagoans are a bit more openly friendly than you New Yorkers.”
“I’m friendly,” he countered.
Tiny Brunette laughed. “No. You’re just incredibly charming. And a smidgen good-looking.”
He gave her his best bedroom look. “Am I?”
She smiled. “You know you are.”
Their eyes held for a moment, and Cole was startled to realize it was the most relaxed—the most himself—he’d felt around a woman in . . . hell . . . he didn’t know.
Mostly he was used to throwing out a couple of witty lines, a few slow smiles, and watching women counter with moves of their own.
There were no moves with this woman. She merely was.
Lauren Layne is a 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.
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