Thursday, February 4, 2016

review || I WISH YOU WERE MINE { blog tour } by Lauren Layne

Loveswept | February 2, 2016 | Contemporary Romance
Oxford, book 2


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.

{ about lauren layne } .

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.

{ excerpt } .

“I thought I might find you out here,” he said quietly as he took a sip of his own champagne.

Mollie snuck a look out of the corner of her eye. He’d come looking for her? She hadn’t thought anyone had noticed she’d slipped away.

“I messed up the toast,” she said quietly.

“Nah,” he said, stretching his long legs out in front of him and slouching down a bit to get comfortable. “Just think how many people you educated on the mating ritual of parasitic worms. They should be thanking you.”

Mollie groaned. “It was supposed to be romantic. I did a paper about them for my systematics and biotics diversity final. They’re unusual because they’re bonded for life. Most organisms sleep around or, you know, the male dies after mating—”

Jackson winced, and Mollie wished she could wither and die just like a male bee.

Mollie knew she had lots of useless trivia in her head, but she didn’t normally go spouting it out like this. Not that she was a smooth talker or anything, but she was usually pretty quiet and normal, if a bit nerdy.

But tonight she felt . . . off. Starting with the fact that the dress Madison had picked for her was the exact color of Mollie’s complexion, so she looked like a mole rat. And then there was the fact that she’d tripped a bit as she’d been going down the aisle, courtesy of the five-inch stilettos her sister had insisted on.

Add in an awkward maid-of-honor speech where she’d gone on for a good five minutes about Schistosoma mansoni worms and how they mated for life, just like the bride and groom, and . . . oh God. Why had nobody stopped her?

Mollie scrunched down on the bench with a moan as she took a sip of champagne. “Madison’s going to kill me.”

Madison was in a mood anyway. She’d been a bridezilla from the moment Jackson had put a ring on it, but Mollie had figured when the actual day came around, her sister would relax.


She’d been pissed about the flowers being ivory instead of true white to match her dress. Had bitched about the fact that Lily, one of her bridesmaids, had styled her hair in a way that was too close to the bride’s style.

Then Madison had vented about how the bracelet Jackson’s mother had shyly presented as Maddie’s “something old” was dumpy.

That one had gotten under Mollie’s skin. Mrs. Burke was the closest thing to a mother that either of them had. Their own mother had died of an overdose years ago, and Mollie would have given a kidney to have a surrogate as lovely and kind as Jackson’s mom.

“Maddie won’t kill you,” Jackson said, putting an arm around the back of the park bench and smiling down at her. “She loves you, even if she doesn’t get your whole triple-major, science-camp vibe.”

Mollie withheld a snort. That was an understatement. She loved her sister, but the closest Madison ever got to science was her monthly chemical peel.

Still, Mollie felt a fierce need to make sure that Jackson Burke knew she was an adult. “I’m twenty. I do not go to science camp.”

He lifted an eyebrow, and Mollie pointed her champagne flute at him. “Okay, I used to go to science camp. But I’m not the one who used the word ‘lactation’ in relation to a mermaid.”

“Hey, you’re not the only one who took bio in college.”

“But you were a communications major. Journalism,” she said.

He gave her a surprised look, and Mollie looked away, mentally kicking herself. That was exactly what Jackson Burke didn’t need—another groupie stalker.

She snuck another glance and saw that he’d slumped even farther, matching her own crappy posture, and Mollie was surprised to see that he looked . . . exhausted.

“Are you okay?” she asked. Because she couldn’t not ask. Not after she’d seen the weariness around his eyes, the slight tension in his shoulders.

Jackson turned his head so their eyes locked and he frowned before returning his attention to the mermaid. “Nobody ever asks me that.”

Her heart squeezed at the lost note in his voice. It was strange to think of someone as big and important as Jackson Burke being lonely, but somehow . . . somehow she knew he was. Even here, among all these people, he was somehow alone. Apart.

Like her.

{ review } .

Yet again, we're brought into the wonderful world that Ms. Layne always manages to bring us. If you haven't read either her Sex, Love, and Stilettos series or it's spin-off, to which this belongs, Oxford, you won't miss out on a whole lot... just some other great 'happily ever afters' and the great friendships that happen throughout the books.

But if you have read some of the other books, namely Oxford book one, you'll recall Penelope and Cole watching Jackson from the sidelines, and maybe you were like me and wanted to watch as this sad man finally found his forever.

I felt that this book was a firm Lauren Layne title. We have a brooding man and a quirky woman, sports, sex, and awesome friendship. We watch as friendship blooms between Mollie and the Oxford/Stiletto gang, and we watch as Jackson opens himself up to his ex-wife's little sister -- and I would like to point out, he's opened up to her quite a bit over the years, but that is something he uses as a hurtful dagger on Mollie. Of the two, I felt that Jackson was the one who lashed out in anger when confused and upset, where Mollie started spewing scientific facts.

When we open the book, we get a twenty year old Mollie and twenty seven (8?) year old Jackson. We immediately learn Mollie's opinion of Jackson, and we immediately learn that Mollie is the knowledge hound of the sisters (Madison being the witch -- from the distasteful attire for Mollie for the wedding to her later scornful remarks, Madison was never the nice sister. Definitely the entitled one, the one who took the family's worth and flaunted it). I loved Mollie's facts and found that Ms. Layne wrote her character in a tasteful way. Too often these characters turn out to be annoyingly nerdy. I like my book-smart characters, but I like them to be well-rounded, and I found Mollie to be just that.

Altogether, I didn't feel that the story took too big of a dive, or had too big of an issue. It was fairly mediocre in that regard -- but I found this to be a positive. This was a very true-life story, in my opinion. Every happily ever after in a group of friends and colleagues can't have immense drama -- it starts to loose that real-feel.

...and I like my books to feel real.

The epilogue was great, in true Lauren Layne fashion, of course. I continue to love the friendships and the relationship quirks. I will say, however, that the prelude to Lincoln's story felt a little off. That's not to say I'm not excited for his book, of course, because regardless of what he says and how he says it... it shapes up his character a little and has me wanting to know, "Why?"

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1 comment:

  1. Thank you for featuring and reviewing I WISH YOU WERE MINE!