Book Title: I Wish You Were Mine Series: Oxford 2 Genre: Contemporary Romance Author: Lauren Layne Purchase: AMAZON
Book Overview
Perfect for fans of Alice Clayton and Emma Chase, Lauren Layne’s Oxford series heats up in this story of forbidden desire as a brooding jock hoping for a comeback falls for a woman who’s strictly off-limits.
A year ago, Jackson Burke was married to the love of his life and playing quarterback for the Texas Redhawks. Now he’s retired, courtesy of the car accident that ruined his career—and single, after a nasty scandal torpedoed his marriage. Just as he’s starting to get used to his new life as a health and fitness columnist for Oxford magazine, his unpredictable ex shows up on his doorstep in Manhattan. Jackson should be thrilled. But he can’t stop thinking about the one person who’s always been there for him, the one girl he could never have: her younger sister.
Mollie Carrington can’t say no to Madison. After all, her older sister practically raised her. So when Madison begs for help in winning her ex-husband back, Mollie’s just glad she got over her own crush on Jackson ages ago—or so she thought. Because as Mollie reconnects with Jackson, she quickly forgets all her reasons to stay loyal to her sister. Tempted by Jackson’s mellow drawl and cowboy good looks, Mollie is sick and tired of coming in second place. But she can’t win if she doesn’t play the game.
My Review
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Woah! What was I doing and why have I not read the first book in this series? I was like in the 15% stage of this book when I realized that I had made a mistake. But I wouldn't trade it for the world. This book just made my day and I could still feel the hearts in my eyes after reading the book.
I was not very keen on the storyline and I did had a doubt about me liking the book because, well, the storyline wasn't really my kind. I'm kind of relieved and kind of not that I took a chance on this though. Relieved because that was such a great romance. I loved both characters so much and I don't know why but I feel like saying, 'Right, that's just how it should be' after the conflict.
I was kind of not relieved because the book felt like too short for me. In my mind I kept on repeating that I'm really close to the end but my feeling weren't catching up. I just didn't approve of it ending yet but I really liked it and so I just accepted the fact that there was no more. This was not my first book from the author and it certainly won't be the last. Now I'm just going to clear a time to be able to read the first installment of this series!
Woah! What was I doing and why have I not read the first book in this series? I was like in the 15% stage of this book when I realized that I had made a mistake. But I wouldn't trade it for the world. This book just made my day and I could still feel the hearts in my eyes after reading the book.
I was not very keen on the storyline and I did had a doubt about me liking the book because, well, the storyline wasn't really my kind. I'm kind of relieved and kind of not that I took a chance on this though. Relieved because that was such a great romance. I loved both characters so much and I don't know why but I feel like saying, 'Right, that's just how it should be' after the conflict.
I was kind of not relieved because the book felt like too short for me. In my mind I kept on repeating that I'm really close to the end but my feeling weren't catching up. I just didn't approve of it ending yet but I really liked it and so I just accepted the fact that there was no more. This was not my first book from the author and it certainly won't be the last. Now I'm just going to clear a time to be able to read the first installment of this series!
Excerpt
“You seriously didn’t have to hire movers,” Mollie said for the hundredth time as she watched two burly dudes easily maneuver yet another stack of boxes to Jackson’s guest room.
Jackson pointed at a barstool. “Sit. Relax. Want a beer?”
“No, I still need to unpack,” she muttered, reluctantly plopping onto the stool.
“Have a beer, Molls. Unpacking your nightstand contents isn’t like operating heavy machinery,” he said, going to the fridge and pulling out two beers.
“Clearly you don’t know what’s in my nightstand.”
Jackson lifted his eyebrows. “Exactly how big is your vibrator?”
“I meant I have like a zillion books.”
“Which are not breakable,” he said, handing her a beer. “And is that a no on the vibrator?”
She gave him a look as she took the bottle from his hand. “I just want to state for the record that I have moved several times, on my own, without the help of movers, and I could have done it again.”
“Moving yourself is for college kids. You’re an adult. Hire movers.”
“No, moving yourself is for people without extra income,” she said. “Snob.”
“So what was the plan?” he asked, tipping the bottle to his lips. “You were just going to maneuver all those big-ass boxes around with those skinny sticks you call arms?”
“Don’t be silly. I was going to hire some big beefy dudes from campus to help me. Perk of working at a university.”
Jackson was about to set his bottle on the counter but his hand froze, just for a second, and Mollie felt a sting of regret as she realized she’d inadvertently hit a nerve. Not so long ago, Jackson Burke had been absolutely the type of muscled guy friend who’d’ve been really helpful to have around on moving day. Her eyes flitted to his shoulder. Now he was the guy who wouldn’t be doing any heavy lifting for a long time. Maybe ever.
She looked away, her brain scrambling to come up with a quick subject change.
Only maybe that wasn’t what he needed—for people to dance around his injury like it was the elephant in the room. Physically, he was on the road to recovery. He needed to get there mentally as well.
“You said the other night that it didn’t hurt,” she said. “Was that a big macho man moment?”
He stared at the counter. “I’ve told you. It’s fine.”
She rolled her eyes. “Please. Be a little more vague and manly.”
“Well, what do you want me to say, Molls?” he ground out. “That the pain wakes me up at night? That any motion more vigorous than brushing my teeth hurts like hell?”
“Are you going to physical therapy?” she asked, purposely ignoring the wounded-bear routine. That might scare off other people, but she was made of stronger stuff. Knew him better.
He looked away.
“Oh, Jackson.”
He shrugged. “What does it even matter? All the PT in the world isn’t going to help me play football again.”
“Well, gosh,” she said dramatically, “you may as well be dead.”
Jackson was in the process of taking a sip of beer and choked. “Jesus. You are such a smart-ass.”
“I’m just saying, you have a lot going for you,” she said, gentling her tone. “You don’t need a football in your hand or to help a girl move to be an amazing guy.”
“Yeah?” he said as he leaned on his forearms across the counter. “Want to tell me more about how I’m an amazing guy?”
If I did, I might never stop.
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