Book Tour review + FOR BETTER OR WORSE by Lauren Layne

Tuesday, August 30, 2016

Will a budding wedding planner and her bad boy neighbor 
stop banging heads and start hearing wedding bells?

The Wedding Belles #2
Lauren Layne
Releasing Aug 30th, 2016
Pocket Books

Will a budding wedding planner and her bad boy neighbor stop banging heads and start hearing wedding bells in the sexy second novel in USA TODAY bestselling author Lauren Laynes irresistible new series that marries Sex and the City with The Wedding Planner?

When small-town girl Heather Fowler finally gets promoted from assistant to actual wedding planner, shes determined to make it as one of Manhattans elite Wedding Belles. Unfortunately, her first client demands an opulent black-tie affair at the Plazain five months time. Heathers days quickly become a flurry of cake tastings, dress-fittings, RSVP cards, and bridal tantrums. But what shes really losing sleep over is the live music blaring from her playboy neighbors apartment all night.

Five years ago, Josh Tanner was an up-and-comer on Wall Street, complete with the penthouse and the migraines. But a grim cancer diagnosis made him realize there is more to life than the corner office. If only he could convince his pretty, workaholic neighbor to let loose, too. As Heather lets down her guard, Josh is surprised when he starts falling for the sweet, vulnerable woman hiding beneath those power suits. Soon, its Heathers turn to convince Josh to take the biggest risk of all: love.

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Such a lovely story, this series continues to surprise me in a good way! The first one was a nice beginning to this new series. But I simply adored this one!


Both characters were interesting, especially Heather! She was independent, feisty and lovely. Josh was sweet, happy and cute! Together they were an amazing combination!

Overall it was a light, funny and sweet story! I cannot wait for Alexis' book, I'm so intrigued!!



 So this is where the noise happens, huh? she asked.
Joshs eyes narrowed as his friends hand touched Heathers back briefly. Absolutely, Trevor said. Were sorry it keeps you up though.
Oh, its okay, she said, waving her hand. I mean . . . its not. But tonight I couldnt sleep anyway, so you get a free pass. What do you all play?
Donnys bass, Felix is on drums. Josh is lead guitar, and I, as the most important member, have the pipes.
Oh! I thought Josh was the singer, Heather said with a quick glance over her shoulder at him.
Their eyes locked, and Josh felt a flicker of . . . something.
Ah, is that what hes telling the women these days, Trevor joked.
No, I just . . . I hear him, singing sometimes, Heather muttered.
Our boy can carry a tune well enough, but wait until you hear me, love, Trevor said.
Josh turned away in mild disgust, pulling a beer out of the fridge as Trevor and the other guys coaxed Heather into the practice room, thrilled to have any sort of audience, even a reluctant one.
Yo, Tanner, Felix called.
What, he called, popping the lid off the bottle and tilting the beer back to his lips as he tried to shake off whatever was bringing down his mood tonight.
Lets show Heather here that were more than a bit of noise coming through her bedroom wall.
Josh turned around to see Donny dragging one of his kitchen chairs across the room, disappearing into the practice room.
All right, love, you just sit down and get comfortable, Trevor said. Tanner! Come on, man.
Josh heard the low strum of Donnys guitar, heard Felix do a little warm-up rhythm, and knew there was no way of getting out of it. If he refused to play a song now, hed look like an ass.
Still, his feet didnt move, and he took another sip of beer.
Feeling eyes on him, he glanced up to see Heather in the doorway, leaning one shoulder against the door jamb as she studied him.
Okay, 4A? she asked.
Her tone was lighthearted, almost slightly reluctant, as though she didnt want to care about why he was out here alone, feeling oddly itchy with his life.
He appreciated it. Hed spent enough time in the past few years dealing with people who walked on egg shells around him, cooing sweetness. Some of it genuine, some of it not so much.
Heathers no-nonsense question was refreshingand exactly what he needed.
He was happy, and healthy and living the dream, damn it.
Even if he was no longer sure it was his dream.
You going soft on me? he asked, taking one last sip of his beer before setting it aside and strolling towards her.
Heathers eyes narrowed. Hardly. I just wanted you to get your shit together so I can see your cute lead singer work his magic.
He deliberately stepped into the doorway so she couldnt move in either direction without brushing against him, grinning at her discomfort.
Youre in a better mood tonight, he said, his eyes skimming over her crazy curls and relaxed expression. Why?
Believe it or not, Im not a shrew.
Heather shoved his shoulder with a little scowl. Im not!
Does that mean youre going to start making banana bread like Mrs. Calvin?
Yes, definitely. And coffee cake and sugar cookies and whatever other goodies you might like. All while wearing a frilly, feminine apron.
Dare I hope theres nothing under the apron? he asked, leaning in slightly.
Right again! she said, in mock delight. I just love to bake naked.
Joshs pulse leapt, but Trevor interrupted before the sudden X-rated picture in his mind could turn into a full-fledged fantasy.
Dude, we doing this or what?
Josh looked at Heather.
One song, she said, holding up a finger. I may as well see what the music sounds like on this side of my the bedroom wall.
She slipped back into the practice room, sitting in the stuffed armchair in the corner. Josh followed her in, reaching for his guitar and slipping the strap over his neck before catching her eye and giving her a wink.

Heather rolled her eyes, and Josh couldnt hide the grin as he ripped his first chord.

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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.

For a list of all her works, please be sure to check out her official website!

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