For Better or Worse
Available August 30, 2016
From the Author
For Better or Worse is a deliberate nod to those old-school romantic comedies where the leads engage in snappy, flirtatious banter, utterly determined not to fall in love even as their hearts are moving them ever closer to their happy ending.
Praise for Lauren Layne
About For Better or Worse
Will a budding wedding planner and her bad boy neighbor stop banging heads and start hearing wedding bells in the sexy second novel in USA TODAY bestselling author Lauren Layne’s irresistible new series that marries Sex and the City with The Wedding Planner?
When small-town girl Heather Fowler finally gets promoted from assistant to actual wedding planner, she’s determined to make it as one of Manhattan’s elite Wedding Belles. Unfortunately, her first client demands an opulent black-tie affair at the Plaza…in five months’ time. Heather’s days quickly become a flurry of cake tastings, dress-fittings, RSVP cards, and bridal tantrums. But what she’s really losing sleep over is the live music blaring from her playboy neighbor’s apartment all night.
Five years ago, Josh Tanner was an up-and-comer on Wall Street, complete with the penthouse and the migraines. But a grim cancer diagnosis made him realize there is more to life than the corner office. If only he could convince his pretty, workaholic neighbor to let loose, too. As Heather lets down her guard, Josh is surprised when he starts falling for the sweet, vulnerable woman hiding beneath those power suits. Soon, it’s Heather’s turn to convince Josh to take the biggest risk of all: love.
She lifted a hand to shield her eyes from the expanse of taut, muscled flesh on display. “Can you please put that away?”
“Put what away? The crucials are covered.”
“Barely,” she muttered, trying to rid her brain of the image of Josh Tanner wearing nothing but black boxers. “Seriously, Josh. You can’t just go opening the door naked.”
“Noted,” he said, bending down to pick up his newspaper.
“And that’s another thing,” she said, still shielding her eyes. “A real newspaper? Really? You’ve heard of the Internet, right?”
“I’m an old soul, 4C. Nothing like a little newsprint on the fingers while sipping that first cup of coffee.”