A man whoâs living a lieâuntil his dream woman takes away the pain.
SOMEONE LIKE YOU
Releasing Dec 6th, 2016
Lauren Layneâs bestselling Oxford Series continues with the poignant, heartwarming story of New Yorkâs most eligible bachelor, Lincoln Mathis, a man whoâs living a lieâuntil his dream woman takes away the pain.
Lincoln Mathis doesnât hide his reputation as Manhattanâs ultimate playboy. In fact, he cultivates it. But behind every flirtatious smile, each provocative quip, thereâs a secret that Lincolnâs hiding from even his closest friendsâa tragedy from his past that holds his heart quietly captive. Lincoln knows what he wants: someone like Daisy Sinclair, the sassy, off-limits bridesmaid he canât take his eyes off at his best friendâs wedding. He also knows that sheâs everything he can never have.
After a devastating divorce, Daisy doesnât need anyone to warn her off the charming best man at her sisterâs wedding. One look at the breathtakingly hot Lincoln Mathis and she knows that heâs exactly the type of man she should avoid. But when Daisy stumbles upon Lincolnâs secret, she realizes thereâs more to the charming playboy than meets the eye. And suddenly Daisy and Lincoln find their lives helplessly entwined in a journey that will either heal their damaged souls . . . or destroy them forever.
Advance praise for Someone Like You
âFun and flirty, sassy and steamy, with a deep emotional pull that will keep you turning the pages.ââKelly Jamieson, author of Top Shelf
âAn unsung hero with a story that touched my heart. Emotional and gripping. A top favorite of 2016 for me.ââNew York Times bestselling author Melanie Moreland
Daisy took another sip of her wine, watching as wedding guests took their places on the dance floor, warding off her boredom by trying to guess how long each couple had been together based on body language.
She was a little amused to see that Emma and all of her Stiletto friends still seemed to be in the handsy honeymoon stage with their significant others, even though she knew theyâd mostly been with their respective spouses for years.
Daisy felt a little twist of her heart. Once upon a time, sheâd thought thatâd be her and Gary. As much in love on someone elseâs wedding day as they had been on their own. At least sheâd been in love on that day. She wasnât sure someone like Gary knew what love was.
Still, she was glad to be here. Glad to be surrounded by all of this happiness, even if it was bittersweet. Daisy wished her father could be here to see this. Heâd died of a heart attack a year ago, and though their dad had wreaked plenty of havoc on Emma and Cassidyâs relationship all those years ago, Daisy wished he could have walked Emma down the aisle and had a chance at the father-daughter dance.
The way it had worked out was rather lovely, though. Cole Sharpe, yet another Oxford writer, had walked Emma down the aisle, and a whole slew of the Oxford guys had twirled a laughing Emma around the dance floor in place of the father-daughter dance.
It struck Daisy that this was Emmaâs family. Sure, the twins were close, but they were orphans now, and theyâd never been particularly close to the rest of their extended family. So Emma had built a family here in New York, with a network of tight-knit friendships.
And though Daisy was happy for Emma she was also . . . jealous.
âI hate to break it to you, pet, but youâre pulling off the wallflower routine a little too convincingly over here.â
Daisy turned, somehow unsurprised to see Lincoln Mathis standing beside her, blue eyes twinkling above the pink bow tie that he pulled off with impressive masculinity.
âYou cheated,â she said, by way of greeting.
He smiled, slow and flirty, as he rested one shoulder against the wall she was leaning on, looking down at her. âHowâs that?â
âYou made them laugh and cry in your speech. I thought we agreed that you were just going to be the funny guy.â
He smiled wider. âWhat can I say, Iâm alluring in a multitude of ways.â
âSpeaking of,â she said, nodding her chin slightly to the sultry brunette making her way towards them, âI believe your previous dance partner is wanting an encore.â
He let out the subtlest of groans, so quiet she thought she might have imagined it.
âDance with me,â he said suddenly to Daisy, straightening and looking down at her.
She jolted in surprise, then in panic. âI canât.â
He smiled and held out a hand. âCome on now, Wallflower. Iâm very good at dancing.â
Wallflower. Daisy had never been a wallflower in her life. Although he had a point. She did seem to be lurking in the corner a bit. She silently scolded herself. This was everything sheâd been coaching herself not to do. Not to let Gary win . . .
âI donât doubt your dancing prowess,â she replied saucily, âbutââ
She broke off. What could she possibly say? I donât like being touched?
Itâs not that she couldnât be touched. She wasnât that broken. She didnât freak out. Sheâd endured Cassidyâs hug when sheâd greeted him last night; sheâd danced earlier with her uncle. But those men were family.
Lincoln Mathis was . . . not family.
Dance with him, she commanded herself. Donât be that broken woman Gary tried to make you.
She didnât move, and slowly Lincolnâs hand dropped to his side, just as the brunette reached them.
âI love this song,â the woman said, running a possessive hand up Lincolnâs arm. âDance?â
Lincoln held Daisyâs gaze and she shrugged before blowing him a teasing good-bye kiss. âBye bye.â
His eyes narrowed. âActually,â Lincoln said, turning and giving the other woman a regretful smile, âI need to step out for a moment.â
The womanâs perfectly shaped brows folded into a frown. âStep out? For what?â
âI need to show Daisy something,â he said, bending and kissing the other womanâs cheek. âNext time, love.â
Before Daisy could register that sheâd been commandeered as part of Lincoln Mathisâs escape, heâd plucked the champagne flute out of her hand, setting it aside before clasping her fingers in his and pulling her toward the door.
âWait, weâre really leaving?â she asked with a laugh as he tugged her through the throng of wedding guests.
âI canât,â she said. âItâs my sisterâs wedding, I have family here, and . . .â
âBut you want to leave,â he said, turning and facing her.
She narrowed her gaze. âWhy would I want that?â
He met her eyes. âBecause you donât like weddings any more than I do.â
Lauren Layne is the USA Today bestselling author of more than a dozen romantic comedies. She lives in New York City with her husband (who was her high school sweetheart--cute, right?!) and plus-sized Pomeranian.
In 2011, she ditched her corporate career in Seattle to pursue a full-time writing career in Manhattan, and never looked back.
In her ideal world, every stiletto-wearing, Kate Spade wielding woman would carry a Kindle stocked with Lauren Layne books.
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