Three years ago, Brynn Dalton made a rare error in judgment and had a one-night stand with the one man she swore would never get into her designer panties. Will Thatcher was exactly the type of sexy playboy that good girls like Brynn stayed away from. And when Will moved across the country just days after their fling, Brynn vowed to put him behind her, even as the memories haunt her.
Now Will Thatcher is back, and just in time to see Brynn's perfectly structured life begin to crumble. Her job is dull, her social life is tedious, and Brynn's perfect cardiologist boyfriend doesn't seem to be in any hurry to get to Tiffany & Co. More than ever, Brynn needs her childhood nemesis to keep his distance.
But Will isn't content to be Brynn's dirty little secret any longer. This time, he's out to show Brynn Dalton that the imperfect man might just be the best mistake of her life.
Author's BioLauren Layne writes contemporary romance for Grand Central Publishing (Forever) and Random House(Loveswept).
After dabbling in an e-commerce career in Seattle and Southern California, Lauren moved to New York City where she now writes full time.
Lauren graduated from Santa Clara University with B.S. in Political Science that she has yet to put to good use. She lives with her husband and plus-sized pomeranian in a tiny Manhattan studio.
Look away. Look away now from The Enemy.
But she couldn’t tear her eyes away from the tall manwith dark blond hair who was ogling a redhead in a killerblack dress. His dark jeans and white shirt should havebeen too casual for the occasion. But nobody would noticethat he was underdressed. They’d be too busy baskingin his wide smiles and hot gazes.
He was back.
Why was he back?
“Brynn, are you listening?” Sophie asked. “I was justexplaining how maybe if you would slip up every nowand then you wouldn’t have to hide in the bathroom onyour birthday.”
Sophie couldn’t have been more wrong about Brynnnot making mistakes.
Because not so long ago, she’d made the most elementaryof all mistakes.
And he was staring right at her.
Will knew exactly the moment she’d seen him. Hefelt it like a shock to the balls, and he wanted a shot ofwhiskey. Now.
It had taken a full fifty-seven minutes since he’dwalked into the room until her ice-blue eyes had lockedon him, and that was including the ridiculous amount oftime she’d spent in the bathroom.
She made him wait another twenty minutes beforeseeking him out.
But what was seventy-seven minutes when you’d alreadywaited a lifetime?