From #1 NYT Bestselling author Lauren Blakely, comes a hot new standalone second chance romance…
THE HOT ONE!
Want a slow burn, sexy-as-sin second chance romance filled with wit, humor and so much heart? Dive in, and get ready to swoon and fan yourself from the heat!
A sexy, feel-good romance that makes you feel good all over, THE HOT ONE is a hot, second chance standalone romance and the story of confident, charming and cocky attorney Tyler Nichols who is determined to win back his college sweetheart when he runs into her in NYC eight years later. He’ll do anything to win her heart… including stripping naked for her at her office. Can she move on from the hurt and give love a brand new chance? Find out in this sexy, fun, and sizzling romance full of heart, charm and heat! Told in dual POV, THE HOT ONE is being called over-the-top hot and utterly addictive. Grab your copy of THE HOT ONE and get ready to laugh, swoon, and fan yourself from the heat!
“The Hot One is love, laugh-out-loud humor, and lust all wrapped up in the perfect package…PURE PLEASURE!!!” ~ Bookalicious Babes Blog
“Lauren Blakely is the QUEEN of sweet, fun, and steamy reads… Her books are utterly addictive.” ~ Angie’s Dreamy Reads
A sexy new standalone romance from #1 New York Times Bestselling Author Lauren Blakely…
Ever notice that sometimes a guy will do something really stupid, like let the love of his life slip through his fingers?
Yeah. I'm that guy. But the instant I run into her again I’ve got one goal and one goal only—a second chance. The plan? Go big or go home.
Fine, at first glance, stripping naked at my ex-girlfriend's place of work might not seem like the brightest way to win her heart again. But trust me on this count—she always liked me best without any clothes on. And sometimes you've got to play to your strengths when you're fighting an uphill battle. As a lawyer, I know how to fight, and I'm prepared to fight hard for her. Because sometimes you need a second chance at first love.
He's the one who got away . . .
The nerve of Tyler Nichols to reappear like that at my job, showing off his rock-hard body that drove me wild far too many nights. That man with his knowing grin and mischievous eyes is nothing but a cocky jerk to saunter back into my life. Except, what if he's not . . .? I've tried like hell to forget him, but maybe I'm cursed to remember the guy I fell madly in love with eight years ago. Lord knows I’m not over him, so what's the harm in giving him a week to prove he's changed in the ways that matter?
After all, how do you resist the hot one . . .?
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“Tyler Nichols. Oh. My. God. The title is definitely apropos. This man is over the top HOT in oh so many ways. The Hot One is a read-in-one-sitting kind of story.” ~ Naughty Girls and Their Books
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EXCERPT
Technically, I didn't drop my drawers the first time I saw
her again. Just my balls.
The ones in my hands. Juggling balls.
Here’s how it went down. Picture a Sunday morning in Central
Park. A perfect summer day. The grass was green, the breeze was warm, and I’d
just spent the last few hours getting acquainted with turtles and frogs at the
children’s zoo because I’m an awesome uncle. And Carly’s one cool
seven-year-old.
The kid loves all creatures, but especially the ones that
jump and crawl, so I took her to the enchanted forest part of the zoo. When we
finished, she tugged on my shirt sleeve, batted her hazel eyes, and asked ever
so sweetly for an ice cream cone.
Like I stood a chance at resisting her. C’mon. She’s my
cousin’s kid, and clearly she gets her charm from our side of the family.
With her hand in mine, we strolled across the grass near the
running path, hunting for the nearest ice cream dealer.
And then Carly did that thing little kids do.
She shrieked for what seemed like absolutely no reason.
Next, she pointed to an impossibly tall dude wearing a beret while juggling two
Rubik’s Cubes, two orange balls, and a small green beanbag.
“He can do five, Uncle Tyler!” Carly shouted, her eyes going
wide.
“Five isn’t too shabby,” I said with a shrug.
She turned to me with a questioning stare. “I’ve never seen
you do five.”
“That’s because I haven’t shown you all my tricks yet.”
“Can you really juggle five balls?”
I scoffed. “Please, I can do that with my eyes closed.”
I didn’t put myself through law school juggling for nothing.
Just kidding.
You can’t put yourself through law school juggling anything
but insane class schedules and lack of sleep.
Carly arched an eyebrow. So did the juggler, as he kept up
the cascade of his quintet. Show-off.
“I want to see. Show me,” Carly urged.
Yeah, Carly’s a chip off the old block. She’s all about
challenging me, and I’m all about rising to the challenge.
The stick-thin guy with the beret raised his chin. “Have at
it, man.”
With clockwork precision, he let the balls fall out of orbit
and into his palm. Next, the Rubik’s Cubes. Then the beanbag. He stepped
closer, handed me the objects, and flashed a crooked,
put-your-money-where-your-mouth-is grin.
Game on.
Packs of runners jogged along, cyclists wheeled over the
black asphalt, and rollerbladers whizzed by on the concrete. With my feet
parked hip’s width apart, I stood at the edge of the grass getting a feel for
the items, weighing them, and then one, two, three, four, five, I whisked each
one up into the air in a high oval arc. Round and round, in a perfect five-ball
cascade.
Carly clapped, then demanded more. “Yes, now close your
eyes!”
I groaned. What was I thinking? Juggling with eyes closed is
fucking hard. But I could pull it off for a couple seconds. My special skill. I
obliged my niece’s request, pulling off a few quick blind ovals. Five seconds
later, after I’d shown off that particular party trick, I opened my eyes.
And I saw a vision from my past.
A blond beauty, with long legs, a lovely round ass, and a
high ponytail swishing back and forth across her shoulders. She ran along the
path in tiny orange let-me-peel-them-off-with-my-teeth-pretty-please running
shorts. And that face. Dear Lord, the stunning face of an angel. High
cheekbones. Deep brown eyes that saw me like no one ever had. Those red lips,
shaped like a bow. Fuck me, the things she could do with those lips. The things
I taught her to do with that sinful mouth.
Delaney sure as hell knew how to use it, and I don’t just
mean in the bedroom. We used to talk about anything and everything when we were
together in college. Days with her. Nights with her. Best time of my life. That
woman was full of spark. Full of fire. So damn passionate. And look at her now.
Jesus Christ.
It had to be illegal to be that smoking hot.
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About Lauren Blakely:
A #1 New York Times Bestselling author, Lauren Blakely is known for her contemporary romance style that's hot, sweet and sexy. She lives in California with her family and has plotted entire novels while walking her dogs. With fourteen New York Times bestsellers, her titles have appeared on the New York Times, USA Today, and Wall Street Journal Bestseller Lists more than seventy-five times, and she's sold more than 1.5 million books. In February she'll release THE HOT ONE, a standalone contemporary romance. To receive an email when Lauren releases a new book, sign up for her newsletter! laurenblakely.com/newsletter
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