Release Blast: Walk of Shame by Lauren Layne @TastyBookTours @_LaurenLayne – Confessions From Romaholics

 

 

Walk of Shame
Love Unexpectedly #4

By: Lauren Layne

Releasing April 18, 2017
Loveswept

 

 

synopsis

 

Sparks fly between a misunderstood New York socialite and a cynical divorce lawyer in this lively standalone rom-com from the USA Today bestselling author of Blurred Lines and Love Story.

Pampered heiress Georgianna Watkins has a party-girl image to maintain, but all the shopping and clubbing is starting to feel a little bit hollow—and a whole lot lonely. Though Georgie would never admit it, the highlights of her week are the mornings when she comes home at the same time as her uptight, workaholic neighbor is leaving to hit the gym and put in a long day at the office. Teasing him is the most fun Georgie’s had in years—and the fuel for all her naughtiest daydreams.

Celebrity divorce attorney Andrew Mulroney doesn’t have much time for women, especially spoiled tabloid princesses who spend more time on Page Six than at an actual job. Although Georgie’s drop-dead gorgeous, she’s also everything Andrew resents: the type of girl who inherited her penthouse instead of earning it. But after Andrew caps one of their predawn sparring sessions with a surprise kiss—a kiss that’s caught on camera—all of Manhattan is gossiping about whether they’re a real couple. And nobody’s more surprised than Andrew to find that the answer just might be yes.

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review

I love Layne’s Unexpectedly Love series as they are standalones and all about unexpected love.  It easy to pick and choice with this series though personally I wouldn’t’ want to even though the heroine of her latest novel is the type that people will hate.  She fits the bored rich girl persona easily.

It how the hero saw her as well .  It formed the basis for their relationship and how it  will dragged us as readers  in  with their pettiness. As underneath behind it all , Georgina wasn’t a bad sort. She was  product of her up bring and she didn’t know how to  handle her feelings for a guy like Andrew. She couldn’t help provoke the hero, Andrew who didn’t know how to deal with her except deal with aloof as he didn’t know how to express himself with out making  himself look  like a fool

It was simple concept but Layne brought it  to life like I expected her to . Georgina despite her annoying persona, seemed to have a weakness that you wanted to know more of . As Andrew didn’t at first to be the guy she needs and wants .

He was her total opposite, he may be in the same class as her but it due to hard work. He  lives an organised life. His world is quiet and controlled. He doesn’t party to wee hours. He tucked up in bed, getting rest,  preparing himself for the next day as any good successful attorney should.

Until this socialite drags him into her walk of shame  and won’t let him go. He becomes part of her world ,where nothing can go wrong.  Something  that an attorney like Andrew will never believe or will he?

I love this total opposite ,odd ball kind of  couple story we got going here. It feels exactly like how it was inspired by and I loved the quirkiness of this. I knew I was in for a treat with these two the moment I picked up this book and I wasn’t disappointed.  Social awkward meets socialite, it never was going to bode well for each of them

However they saw past right that and was hooked even thought it was far from smooth sailing.   It just the sort of romance you just want . Light fun and a little dash of fairytale magic. Walk of Shame  will definitely be my favourite Layne novel to date with plenty of sparks and laughter.

rating

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Excerpt

And who is he, you ask?

Andrew Mulroney, Esquire.

I know this because we moved into the building on the exact same day, and right before we got into a horrendous fight over whose movers should have access to the building loading dock first, he handed me his business card.

The thick white card stock declared that he had a fancy law degree to go along with the fancy suit he was wearing on a Saturday.

Andrew handed it over with such superiority, I actually wished for a half second that I had a business card of my own that would somehow be better than his. Like, lined with gold or something. No, platinum. With a diamond in the corner. It would be too heavy for him to hold, and he’d drop it, thus having to kneel at my feet to pick it up.

But then I realized it was just as well that I didn’t have a business card.

Because it would say . . . what? Georgie Watkins, professional party girl?

Anyway, I digress. Despite the high temps of that swampy July morning, the encounter had been the start of an epic cold war.

Me, the socialite in apartment 86A against the uptight esquire in apartment 79B.

I’m not entirely sure I’m winning the war, but I’ll never tell him that.

I let my gaze drift over Andrew, even though his appearance rarely holds any surprises. The man’s a lesson in sameness, like some sort of anal-retentive version of Groundhog Day.

There’s always the black mug with some healthy gunk inside held in his right hand, Tom Ford briefcase and Armani garment bag in his left, containing what I know to be a perfectly tailored three-piece suit.

Andrew’s coppery hair is perfectly styled, although I’d swear that there’s some natural curl in there threatening to disrupt his perfect order. I imagine that annoys him, so it therefore makes me happy.

Let’s see, what else about my nemesis?

He’s got a hard, unfriendly jawline that’s perfectly shaven.

Dark brown eyes, cold and flat. Black gym bag over one shoulder.

I suppose you could say he changes up his attire, because he does alternate between black and gray gym shirts. But considering that they seem to be the exact same fit, both colors molding perfectly to his impressively sculpted upper body, we’re not giving him any points for variety there.

Same goes for the lower half. The black shorts worn in summer have given way to sleek black sweatpants now that October’s upon us, but they’re both black and Nike, so we’ll give him no credit for changing it up there either.

The shoes, though . . .

I do a double take.

Well, well, well . . .

Instead of the usual black gym shoes, the man’s shoes are red. I don’t know how I missed it before.

I drag my eyes back up his body with a grin, and he gives just the slightest roll of his eyes to indicate that he’s noticed my slow perusal and isn’t fazed in the least.

“You went shopping, Dorothy!” I say happily.

He stares at me. “I don’t shop.”

Of course not. Far too frivolous.

“No, that makes sense,” I say, pointing at his feet. “Glinda would have given these to you.”

Andrew looks down at his Rolex watch. “I’ve got to go. Have a good day, Mr. Ramirez.”

“You too, Mr. Mulroney,” Ramon says with a deferential nod. “Enjoy your workout.”

“Yes, do,” I say, turning and watching as Andrew moves toward the front door of our building. “What’s on the schedule today? Treadmill, or just skipping down the Yellow Brick Road?”

Andrew Mulroney, Esquire, doesn’t respond. He doesn’t even turn before pushing through

 

Lauren Layne is the New York Times bestselling author of over a dozen romantic comedies.

A former e-commerce and web marketing manager from Seattle, Lauren relocated to New York City in 2011 to pursue a full-time writing career.

She lives in midtown Manhattan with her high-school sweetheart, where she writes smart romantic comedies with just enough sexy-times to make your mother blush. In LL’s ideal world, every stiletto-wearing, Kate Spade wielding woman would carry a Kindle stocked with Lauren Layne books.

 

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