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215 pages, ebook
First published August 22, 2017
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Well color me surprised.
While I didn't enjoy I Knew You Were Trouble, I loved Walk of Shame so I went into Ready to Run with high hopes (and a bucket of organic butter popcorn). I mean this is THE Lauren Layne, one of the most prolific and undisputed queens of the romantic comedy genre.
Well, color me surprised.
The plot itself was fine; Luke, a runaway groom who'd jilted 3 brides and, Jordan, a reality show executive, hell bent on getting him signed as the next bachelor for a reality show. The problem is: Luke wants no part of it while Jordan refuses to take no as an answer. After all, her career was on the line.
Following from his last dissent, Jordan moves to Luke's hometown where she meets his friends and family who promptly adopt her as one of theirs which only serves to piss Luke off.
Then the plot became a version of groundhog day. Luke says no, he's mean to Jordan, Jordan digs her Louboutins in, Luke thinks she's annoyingly cute, she thinks he's annoyingly rude (and cute) then, repeat.
And repeat.
And repeat.....
It. Was. Brain numbing.
And very easy to set aside.
So, yes, that's a no can continue from me. DNF @ 60%
“I don’t care how much money’s on the table. I don’t care if your ‘handpicked’ women are all Victoria’s Secret models with degrees in neuroscience who run charities in their spare time. I’m not, nor will I ever be, interested in being a part of your show. So you can prance your high heels and your tight ass right back to New York City and leave me and my town in peace.
Physically, she’d been perfectly stable. Emotionally, she’d always had one foot out the door.
Trouble was, Jordan was getting the distinct impression that Luke Elliott thought everything worth caring about in life had long past slipped away.
“You make me want things I haven’t let myself want in a long time.”
He studied her, then shook his head. “That’s it? That’s all I get? You tell me you’re dredging up the worst part of my life, and I get some vague crap about your self-discovery.”
“Well, that makes two of us, Small Town. Because you don’t know yourself either. Enjoy your solitude and your attitude problem.”
“Jordan. Where’d she go?”
“I have no idea ,” she said, holding his gaze. “Back home, I imagine.”
Home. That felt wrong. It was wrong. Home wasn’t New York. Home was . . . with him? The thought felt both ridiculous— he’d just met her—and yet not ridiculous at all.
“You’re so dumb,” Isobel muttered, shoving in a mouthful of lettuce.
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"Yes, I watered that weird plant in the corner."
"It's fake, Simon."
"Shit. Well, okay, I'll try to swing by later, make sure there's not a leaky mess. Your neighbor's cute."
"Straight."
"Damn; figures..."
"Nobody was inside?" she asked.
He shook his head. "Nope."
"Not even a pet."
He have a little smile. "You were hoping to see me saving a cat?"
"Have you?" She smiled back. "Saved a cat?"
He winced and looked away and she gasped. "Oh my God, you have, haven't you? You've saved a freaking cat..."
“Wait, Luke.��
He paused but didn’t turn around.
“You know I’m right about everyone wanting you to do this show. Why is that?”
His shoulders tensed even more than they already were.
But the only answer she got was the slam of her front door shutting behind him.
“Have you?” She smiled back. “Saved a cat?”
He winced and looked away and she gasped. “Oh my gosh, you have, haven’t you? You’ve saved a freaking cat. You couldn’t be more perfect if you tried.”
His eyes locked on hers, and Jordan backpedaled . “Not perfect for me. I meant for the show. . . .”
It was the wrong thing to say.
The more they touched, the more they wanted, the longer they kissed, the harder it was to stop.
And it had to stop. This was . . .
Luke’s mouth moved from her lips to trail down her neck, and her head fell back with a gasp.
Madness . This was madness and irresponsible, and . . .
Career suicide.
Luke’s hand was on her waist, sliding up over her rib cage . . .
“We’re not sticking around here,” Jordan explained. “We’re about to storm a firehouse.”
Simon rested a hand across his chest. “Oh sweet Jesus, I think I might faint. Do you think I could talk one of them into wearing just the suspender things, no shirt?”