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About the Book
Sex and the City meets The Wedding Planner in The Wedding Belles, a contemporary and witty romance series about three high-powered New York City women who can plan any wedding—but their own.
Alexis Morgan has spent the past six years devoted to turning her tiny start-up into Manhattan’s premiere wedding planning company, The Wedding Belles. Now that her business is thriving, it’s time to turn towards her much neglected personal life, and Alexis approaches her relationships like she does everything else: with a plan.
Not a part of that plan is Logan Harris, the silent partner in the Belles, and the one person who’s been there for her since the very beginning. But Alexis needs someone fun, and Logan’s all business, all the time—except when a late night at the office ends with an unexpected kiss that leaves the usually cool and together Alexis reeling.
Logan has lusted after Alexis since the day he walked into the tiny Harlem apartment that used to double as her office. But the ambitious wedding planner has always been untouchable...until now. Alexis has made it clear that she’s on the dating market—and equally clear that he’s not in the running.
But when Alexis finds herself in need of a date for her sister’s last minute wedding in Florida, Logan knows it’s the perfect time to show Alexis that there’s more to him than numbers and spreadsheets—and beneath the pinstripes and glasses lies a hot-blooded heartthrob. As Florida’s sultry days turn into even hotter nights, Logan’s out to convince Alexis that the fling of a lifetime could just maybe turn into forever...
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Addicted2Romance Review:
**ARC received by the author for an honest review**
I am a BIG Lauren Layne fan especially of her NY singles stories. This Wedding Belles series has been really terrific and we finally get the head Wedding Belles story along with her long time BFF and partner Logan.
The story begins 8 years ago on the day Alexis meets Logan in a bar. Alexis has a dream and not much else and Logan has money and from that day on they have been together but not in any romantic or sexual way.
Be prepared you won't see any sex until around 80% of the story. They kiss a few times but Alexis is fearful of rocking the boat and so she fights hard to stay just friends and nothing more. One plot device this author has used before and I HATE with a passion are exes getting together with ones sister. Its gross that guys sleep with two sisters and I don't find it hot or attractive. So be prepared that is a big part of why Alexis fights her feelings for Logan. She doesn't really believe she can hold Logan because her ex fell in love with her sister.
Now don't get me wrong her sister and the ex are portrayed nicely. Neither cheated and they waited a year to get together, and they even asked permission and they have been together 10 years. But still it always is a plot device I hate. Thank goodness there are only a few scenes with them but I hate this so I want to warn you.
Logan is terrific but he fell for Alexis 8 years ago. In those years he has been waiting for a sign and well when it comes he almost misses it. Alexis when she hears her sister is "maybe" pregnant realises she is single and wrapped up in her business and thats when she asks the other belles to help her find a man. Thats when the guys finally tell Logan that she is ready.
Meanwhile Logan has been waiting 8 years but his time is almost up. His family wants him to move back to England and they think its crazy he has been waiting around for a woman who has never said she wanted him. I tended to agree with him. He needed a little more 'alpha' in his personality.
When the guys start pushing him I totally loved it. When he drops everything to come to Alexis rescue I loved it. I really wanted more hot scenes in this book but it was still a great story. I thought Alexis and Logan were terrific and fun. But he left alot of decisions up to Alexis and I like my men a little more 'alpha'.
This ends the series and I am really sorry it ended. This book easily stands alone, though the other belles and their partners are very involved in the story and so you might want to read their stories as well.
Hello.”
The sexy British accented startled
Alexis out of her thoughts, and she glanced up, both alarmed and intrigued to
find that the face that awaited her was every bit as appealing as the voice.
The man was about her age—early, maybe
midtwenties—and ridiculously cute. His hair was dark and maybe just a touch too
long, as though he intended to get a haircut but kept forgetting. The eyes were
brown and friendly, accented by trendy black-framed glasses.
The chunky cable-knit sweater with
elbow patches—for real—bordered
on dorky, but then, Alexis had always had a soft spot for dorky. He had a bit
of the Clark Kent thing going on, which had always been far more her type than
the overrated Superman.
“Hi,” she replied quickly, realizing
that she’d been staring.
His smile grew wider as he extended a
hand. “Logan Harris.”
Darn.
Even the name was good.
“Alexis,” she said.
“Does that come with a last name?” he
teased, lowering himself to the vacant barstool beside her.
“Not to strange men,” she retorted.
“I could buy you a drink. Get rid of
the ‘strange’ part.”
Alexis’s smile slipped as she remembered
that romance, even flirting, wasn’t part of her plan. She’d learned the hard
way that she could have one or the other—her own business or a boyfriend—not
both. And even if she wanted
the latter, the latter didn’t want her back.
“No thanks; I’m fine,” she said,
letting the slightest amount of chill enter her voice. The ice-princess
treatment, Roxanne called it.
Logan shrugged, undeterred. “All right
then. May I borrow your menu?”
She nodded, and he picked it up,
perusing it for several moments and paying her no attention.
It was both a relief and also a bit of
an insult, if she was being entirely honest, to be given up on so easily.
Alexis tried to turn her attention
back to her laptop but watched out of the corner of her eye as he finally shut
the menu, waiting patiently to catch the bartender’s eye.
“Hi there,” he said, when the
bartender ambled back over. “I’d like a Stella, and a maybe bite to eat?”
Alexis didn’t miss the once-over that
the bartender gave Logan before the curvy redhead leaned over the bar,
displaying perky boobs as she clicked her pen and pulled a notepad out of her
back pocket.
“Shoot,” the bartender said
flirtatiously, looking a good deal friendlier than she had when she’d spoken to
Alexis.
Not that Alexis blamed her. A cute
Brit could do that to a girl.
“All right then,” Logan said. “I’d
like the burger, medium, with Swiss. Fish and chips, extra tartar, and . . .
how’s your chicken club?”
The bartender blinked. “It’s good. But
you want all that?”
“I do. Thank you.”
“Suit yourself,” she said, scribbling
Logan’s order on the pad.
“Hungry?” Alexis couldn’t resist
asking after the bartender moved away.
Logan gave a sheepish smile. “I’m a
recovering student. I sometimes get so wrapped up in my day that I forget to
eat.”
“A recovering
student. What does that mean?”
He turned slightly toward her.
“Someone’s showing plenty of interest in a strange
man.”
She bit her lip. “I’m sorry if I was
rude before. I’m just not really in the market for . . . you know.”
He gave her an easy smile. “Everyone’s
in the market for a friend, Alexis.”
She opened her mouth and then shut it
as she realized he was right. She could
use a friend. She’d spent her entire life in Boston and knew almost nobody in
New York. This guy seemed nice and nonthreatening enough—what would be the harm
in a little conversation over dinner? It had been too long since she’d had
somebody to share a meal with.
Logan seemed to know the moment she
capitulated, because he turned more fully toward her. “A recovering student,
Alexis, is a recent graduate. One who hasn’t quite absorbed that there will be
no more finals, no more requisite all-nighters, and no more dorm sex.”
Alexis laughed. “Undergrad, then?”
He gave her a wry look. “How young do
I look, darling? MBA from Columbia. Just finished up end of last year.”
She felt a little stab of relief that
he wasn’t twenty-two.
He leaned toward her slightly.
“Twenty-five next month, just in case you were wondering. As a friend.”
She tried to hide her smile and
failed. “Columbia, huh? You’re a long way from home.”
“Noticed that, did ya?” He winked. “I
came out here for undergrad, also Columbia. Always figured I’d go back to
London and maybe someday I will, but . . .” He shrugged. “Seems I have stuff to
do here first.”
“Such as?” She took a sip of her wine,
dismayed to see that it was half-empty.
“Well, this will probably shock you,
given my vast amount of brawn, but I’m an accountant. Or at least I will be,
once I get my business up and running.”
Alexis was impressed. “Your own
business?”
Most twentysomethings, even those with
an entrepreneurial bent, opted to get a few years of work under their belts for
someone else before branching out on their own.
He nodded. “I’m working out of my flat
for now, but I’m hoping to lease some office space soon, get some legitimacy.
If nothing else to get my father off my back.”
“He’s not a fan of your plan?” Alexis
asked.
Logan’s shoulder lifted, and for the
first time he seemed a little sad. “Both parents have had it in their head that
I’d come home. Run the family business in London.”
“Which is . . . ?”
He spun his beer glass idly.
“Financial consulting firm. My father’s the CEO, Mum’s the COO.”
“Wow, that’s . . .”
“Scary?” Logan supplied.
“I was going to say impressive. That
they work together—without killing each other, I mean.”
“They’re in love. It’s atrocious,” he
said with a wink. “What about your folks?”
Alexis laughed. “Not in love. They divorced
when I was in high school. Dad’s remarried and happy now, I think. Mom not so
much.”
“And you?” he said. “Are you happy,
Alexis?”
She pursed her lips, surprised and yet
not entirely unsettled by the personal question. “It’s been a while since
anyone asked me that. Since I even thought about it, really.”
“Think it out. I’ll wait,” he said
with a wink.
She didn’t have to think that long.
“I’m almost happy.”
“You sound quite confident on that.”
She shrugged. “Let’s just say that I
need a few things to fall into place in my professional life, but once that
happens . . . yeah. I’ll be happy.”
She’d make sure of it.
About The Author
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.
