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…”
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.
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!
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.
“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.
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.”