From NYT Bestselling author Lauren Blakely, comes a swoony new standalone romance…
THE SEXY ONE!
Want a romance guaranteed to make you melt? Get ready to fall in love with THE SEXY ONE!
“Swoony, passionate and oh-so-romantic!”
~NYT Bestselling author K Bromberg
“Insanely romantic and so genuinely charming…”
~Fresh Fiction
From the NYT Bestselling author of MISTER O, comes a sexy new standalone romance...
Let me count the ways why falling into forbidden love is not my wisest move... 1. She works with me every single day. Did I mention she's gorgeous, sweet, kind and smart? 2. She works in my home. Playing with my five-year-old daughter. Teaching my little girl. Cooking for my princess. Which means... 3. She's the nanny. And that makes her completely off-limits...But it doesn't stop me from wanting her. All of her.
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The other nannies in this city don't call him the Sexy One for nothing. My boss, the amazingly wonderful single father to the girl I take care of every day is ridiculously hot, like movie star levels with those arms, and those eyes, and that body. Not to mention, the way he dotes on his little girl melts me all over. But what really makes my knees weak are the times when his gaze lingers on me. In secret. When no one else is around.
I can't risk my job for a chance at something more...can I? But I don't know how to resist him much longer either...
With all the heat, heart and humor readers have come to expect, this newest standalone will make you laugh, swoon and feel like you're falling in love!
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Review
(by Cindy)
The Sexy One Is
Lauren Blakely’s latest standalone novel. Her previous books including this
cast of characters (Big Rock, Mr. O, and
Well Hung) have been told from the male POV, and it’s been thoroughly
enjoyable being inside a man’s head (with a Lauren Blakely twist). The stories
have been an entertaining exploration of how
a man thinks (because, of course it’s pretty clear what it is they are thinking about),
and each book has also been doused with a generous splash of humor for good
measure.
The Sexy One is
the first in this “series” of stories to be told from two perspectives, with
POVs alternating between the two main characters. The book takes a bit more of
a serious perspective on the subject of love. Don’t get me wrong, it still
brings all the fun and flirty that readers have come to expect and love in a
Lauren Blakely novel, but this one had a little more serious tone as well. While
it can be read as a standalone, I always love that Lauren’s past characters
make cameo appearances in new stories. It makes it fun to catch up with these
fictional friends and acquaintances. Here’s
what I mean:
We first met Simon Travers in Mr. O. Readers may remember him as the single dad who hires Harper (of
Nick and Harper) to perform her magic show at his daughter Hayden’s birthday
party. Simon vexes Nick throughout most of that book, (which, in and of itself,
makes for a pretty funny storyline). As that book nears the end, Simon tells Harper
he’s thinking about hiring a nanny for Hayden, and Abby refers him to her friend
Abby. So, fast forward seven months, and that’s where The Sexy One begins. Simon and Abby have fallen into a comfortable routine
as employer and employee. But in the characters’ respective minds (which is why
the alternate POVs work here), the attraction has been mutually brewing for about
six months and twenty-nine days, minus maybe a few hours.
Simon’s character is, well… sexy (of course), but in more
than just the “washboard abs and chiseled features” kind of way. I mean, come
on, what’s sexier than a smokin’ hot, devoted single dad anyway? Abby is great with
Hayden, and it’s easy to see that the two of them adore one another. She’s younger than Simon, but she has a mature
and eclectic quality about her that I really liked. She’s smart and witty, great
with kids (of course), and has a pure kind of sincerity that appealed to me
(and most definitely to Simon). Call it cliché if you want to, the whole
single dad falls for the younger nanny trope. I don’t care. It worked for me.
I’ve sworn that I’m going to stop saying “my favorite
book so far,” when it comes to Lauren Blakely’s stories. So, I’ll just say, The Sexy One is definitely a stand-out for
me in this series.
Five heartwarming stars.
Excerpt
“I want to talk to you about the other day.” He sounds so
serious.
All of a sudden, the weight of my mistake crashes down.
“Are you firing me?” I blurt out.
His jaw drops. “What?”
“I’m sorry,” I say, and the wild anxieties consume me
once more. “I love this job, and I love working with Hayden, and I didn’t mean
to jeopardize it by . . .”
By making out with you? By touching you? By murmuring
your name when you kissed me senseless in the cab, and would you please just do
it again?
He steps closer. My stomach makes like a skydiver.
“You did not jeopardize a thing. I’m not firing you. I
promise.” His blue eyes are locked to mine. “I hope I didn’t make you
uncomfortable. And I hope I didn’t lose you, either. You’re so good at what you
do, and I value your skills so much. You’re great with Hayden, and I don’t want
to mess that up. I’m sorry for crossing the line.”
I shake my head. “It’s okay. I crossed it, too.”
He licks his lips. “And I really appreciated you inviting
me out with your friends. I wanted to go, but I didn’t want to mess up your
night. I didn’t want to make you uncomfortable.”
A grin threatens to take over my face because my heart
soars. I thought he was turning me down. Instead, he was thinking of me. “You
wouldn’t have messed it up.”
“I wouldn’t have?”
“No.” I latch onto Harper’s advice. Talk to him.
“I wanted you there.”
My breath comes fast, and the hairs on my arms stand on
end. We’re so near to each other—our words, our voices, our bodies. Everything
in me reaches for him.
“I’m glad,” he whispers.
“And you don’t make me uncomfortable. I promise.”
He doesn’t say anything in response. Just nods. I press
my teeth into my lips. My back is against the sink, and he’s standing so close
I can smell him. The faint scent of his soap intoxicates me. He must have gone
to the gym after work and taken a shower, and oh God, now I’m imagining him
naked in the shower, soaping up his strong body. I go up in flames.
“What happened in the cab was”—he pauses, as if he’s
searching for the right word—“crazy.” But the way he says it in a voice full of
longing doesn’t sound like crazy-bad. It sounds like . . .
“Crazy-good,” I supply.
He nods. “So good,” he whispers, and inches closer.
“It was so good,” I echo, my voice
breathy, full of this potent need for him.
He stares at me, his eyes brimming with heat. I exhale,
and my lips part slightly. He’s looking at my mouth now, and I’m burning all
over.
We collide.
His hands are in my hair, and his lips crush mine. My
fingers race up his shirt and around his neck. I pull him against me, his
strong, hard body aligned with mine. His erection presses against my belly, and
the realization that he’s already hard thrills me. Sparks fly through me as I
register how hard he is, and my God, I want him. I want to
feel him slide into me, I want to take him deep into my body. I want him to
know what he does to me, too—that I’m as turned on as he is, and I can’t stop
kissing him.
His big hands curl around my head, and I moan into his
mouth. I love how much bigger he is than I am—taller, broader, stronger. He
meets every primal desire I have to be taken. I want this man to consume me. I
want to be under him, I want to be pinned by him—I want the full weight of him
moving over me.
His lips are demanding, coaxing out more and more kisses
from me. More murmurs, more sighs. As I arch into him, he groans, rough and
husky.
Then, he breaks the kiss.
“This is bad,” he says firmly, his breath coming heavily.
But then, he’s not so certain at all. “Is this bad?”
“Yes,” I answer quickly. “It’s bad. But it’s so good.”