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Walk of Shame
Love Unexpectedly #4
Love Unexpectedly #4
By: Lauren Layne
Releasing April 18, 2017
In Walk of Shame (Love Unexpectedly #4) by Lauren Layne, Heiress Georgiana 'Georgie' Watkins loves being able to do anything she wants, and not be tied down by a job. Yet, from the moment she met divorce attorney Andrew Mulroney, she begun to find all her shopping sprees and time spent clubbing to be mind-numbing and lonesome. So now, she puts most of her energy into finding ways to tease Andrew in hopes of making him a little more receptive to her, instead of having him continuing to resent everything she represents -- a pampered, rich girl. Can she find a way to break through his walls, or will the secret he's keeping from her finally make her give up on him?
Ms. Layne writes the best novels, and every one is just as delightful as the previous one, which makes it hard to choose which of her stories is the best. But I've got to say this fourth book of her Love Unexpectedly series would have to be close to the top of my best list when it comes to Ms. Layne's books. The way this story started with Georgie being a stereotypical socialite, finding her way home at such a ridiculous hour of the morning after having been out doing whatever took her fancy had me intrigued and made this story a real page turner for me. Since from Georgie's point-of-view it seems like she's gearing up to make someone's life interesting.
With this being a story that encompasses the opposites attract trope, there was so much to like about it. Such as the well-written and witty dialogue with its Wizard of Oz and 'ridiculous' references, the entertaining characters that had me enthralled by their back stories and everything they go through on their journey to happy ever after, and an ending that took me by surprise because of what the hero was keeping secret from the heroine, but left me completely satisfied with how things worked out perfectly between Georgie and Andrew.
As for the main characters, Georgie is vivacious in the way she lives her life and always manages to draw people in by her friendly and bubbly attitude. Also, I couldn't help but be affected by her emotions and reactions when things are said that she can't handle. Does she overreact, or is Andrew in the wrong? But most of all, I liked how determined she was to prove she could live a day in the life of Andrew when it comes to what he does day-to-day. Certainly, she challenges him to be less serious and less of a workaholic. Everyone needs to take a break once in a while. Do Georgie's efforts work? While Andrew, he's smart, he's hard-working and it's no wonder he's such a celebrity when it comes to his job since it seems he never loses a case. I also liked how difficult he finds it to say the right things to Georgie and what he was willing to do for those he loves. Because his sister-in-law deserved to have her wish; a wish he could help her achieve. But most of all what I liked about the hero was how he handled everything thrown at him including the media situation they face. Will it bring them closer together or further apart?
Overall, this was an incredible read filled with plenty of humor, a hot romance that does justice to this couple's strong chemistry, and was a story that I could not put down for even for a second. The way this story ended was perfect, as Andrew did something so out of character to win Georgie back. Who knew he had it in him? Then again, it proves how much he loves her. I would highly recommend Walk of Shame by Lauren Layne, if you enjoy the opposites attract trope, the enemy to lovers trope, or books by authors Julie James, Marina Adair or Jennifer Blackwood.
Sparks fly between a misunderstood New York socialite and a cynical divorce lawyer in this lively standalone rom-com from the USA Today bestselling author of Blurred Lines and Love Story.
Pampered heiress Georgianna Watkins has a party-girl image to maintain, but all the shopping and clubbing is starting to feel a little bit hollow—and a whole lot lonely. Though Georgie would never admit it, the highlights of her week are the mornings when she comes home at the same time as her uptight, workaholic neighbor is leaving to hit the gym and put in a long day at the office. Teasing him is the most fun Georgie’s had in years—and the fuel for all her naughtiest daydreams.
Celebrity divorce attorney Andrew Mulroney doesn’t have much time for women, especially spoiled tabloid princesses who spend more time on Page Six than at an actual job. Although Georgie’s drop-dead gorgeous, she’s also everything Andrew resents: the type of girl who inherited her penthouse instead of earning it. But after Andrew caps one of their predawn sparring sessions with a surprise kiss—a kiss that’s caught on camera—all of Manhattan is gossiping about whether they’re a real couple. And nobody’s more surprised than Andrew to find that the answer just might be yes.
And who is you ask?
Andrew Mulroney, Esquire.
I know this because we moved into the building on the exact same day, and right before we got into a horrendous fight over whose movers should have access to the building loading dock first, he handed me his business card.
The thick white card stock declared that he had a fancy law degree to go along with the fancy suit he was wearing on a Saturday.
Andrew handed it over with such superiority, I actually wished for a half second that I had a business card of my own that would somehow be better than his. Like, lined with gold or something. No, . With a diamond in the corner. It would be too heavy for him to hold, and he’d drop it, thus having to kneel at my feet to pick it up.
But I realized it was just as well that I didn’t have a business card.
Because it would say . . . what? ?
Anyway, I digress. Despite the high temps of that swampy July morning, the encounter had been the start of an epic cold war.
Me, the socialite in apartment 86A against the uptight in apartment 79B.
I’m not entirely sure I’m winning the war, but I’ll never tell him that.
I let my gaze drift over Andrew, even though his appearance rarely holds any surprises. The man’s a lesson in sameness, like some sort of anal-retentive version of .
There’s always the black mug with some healthy gunk inside held in his right hand, Tom Ford briefcase and Armani garment bag in his left, containing what I know to be a perfectly tailored three-piece suit.
Andrew’s coppery hair is perfectly styled, although I’d that there’s some natural curl in there threatening to disrupt his perfect order. I imagine that annoys him, so it therefore makes me happy.
Let’s see, what else about my nemesis?
He’s got a hard, unfriendly jawline that’s perfectly shaven.
Dark brown eyes, cold and flat. Black gym bag over one shoulder.
I you could say he changes up his attire, because he does alternate between black and gray gym shirts. But considering that they seem to be the same fit, both colors molding perfectly to his impressively sculpted upper body, we’re not giving him any points for variety there.
Same goes for the lower half. The black shorts worn in summer have given way to sleek black sweatpants now that October’s upon us, but they’re both black and Nike, so we’ll give him no credit for changing it up there either.
The shoes, though . . .
I do a double take.
Instead of the usual black gym shoes, the man’s shoes are . I don’t know how I missed it before.
I drag my eyes back up his body with a grin, and he gives just the slightest roll of his eyes to indicate that he’s noticed my slow perusal and isn’t fazed in the least.
“You went shopping, Dorothy!” I say happily.
He stares at me. “I don’t shop.”
“No, that makes sense,” I say, pointing at his feet. “Glinda would have given these to you.”
Andrew looks down at his Rolex watch. “I’ve got to go. Have a good day, Mr. Ramirez.”
“You too, Mr. Mulroney,” Ramon says with a deferential nod. “Enjoy your workout.”
“Yes, do,” I say, turning and watching as Andrew moves toward the front door of our building. “What’s on the schedule today? Treadmill, or just skipping down the Yellow Brick Road?”
Andrew Mulroney, Esquire, doesn’t respond. He doesn’t even turn before pushing through the revolving doors and stepping out into the still-dark autumn morning.
Now come on. Tell me that wasn’t at least a bit fun, despite the ungodly hour.
Lauren Layne is the New York Times bestselling author of over a dozen romantic comedies.
A former e-commerce and web marketing manager from Seattle, Lauren relocated to New York City in 2011 to pursue a full-time writing career.
She lives in midtown Manhattan with her high-school sweetheart, where she writes smart romantic comedies with just enough sexy-times to make your mother blush. In LL's ideal world, every stiletto-wearing, Kate Spade wielding woman would carry a Kindle stocked with Lauren Layne books.