Lauren Layne is the USA Today bestselling author of contemporary romance.
Prior to becoming an author, Lauren worked in e-commerce and Web marketing. In 2011, she and her husband moved from Seattle to New York City, where Lauren decided to pursue a full-time writing career. It took six months to get her first book deal (despite ardent assurances to her husband that it would only take three). Since then, Lauren’s gone on to multiple books, including the bestselling Stiletto series, with more sexy stories on the way!
Lauren currently lives in Manhattan with her husband and their spoiled Pomeranian. When not writing, you’ll find her at happy hour, running at a doggedly slow pace, or trying to straighten her naturally curly hair.
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The Best Mistake Series
Only With You
Made for You
New York’s Finest Series
Frisk Me
Steal Me
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“Layne launches the New York’s Finest contemporary romance series with this stellar example of the genre. Ava and Luc’s sparks are immediate, and the evolution of their relationship—which starts with little common ground except a dedication to singlehood—is stimulating and realistic. They negotiate their professional and romantic interactions with banter that’s clever but not self-satisfied, and their moment of truth feels warm and real. Fans of slightly gritty contemporaries will adore this.”
—Publishers Weekly (starred review)
“Layne is hands down the queen of witty dialogue and sexy scenes. Frisk Me was a sensual combo of both that left me dying for more.”
—Rachel Van Dyken, #1 New York Times bestselling author
“4.5 stars!… The first in Layne’s New York’s Finest series is funny, delightfully steamy, and deeply touching, setting the bar quite high… A bustling, detailed setting and a stellar cast of supporting characters… provide the perfect backdrop for her characters and keep expectations high for the rest of this soon-to-be-a-hit series.”
—RT Book Reviews
“Frisk Me is a terrific love story—equal parts sweet and hot. Layne is a master of both sexual tension and the soul-satisfying HEA.”
—Serena Bell, USA Today bestselling author
“I just loved this new series from one of my favorite authors and can’t wait to read Anthony’s story.”
—ScandaliciousBookReviews.com
“Frisk Me had a story and characters that evoked strong reactions from me and I look forward to the rest of the series. 4.5 stars!”
—Bookaholism.net
The Moretti brothers are three of New York’s Finest. But when the youngest, Luc, heroically saves a kid’s life, he becomes the most famous—and the most wanted—by a sexy, sassy TV journalist…
Please see the next page for an excerpt from
FRISK ME.
CHAPTER ONE
Holy crap! You’re like, that guy! You’re the cop!”
Luc Moretti deliberately ignored the high-pitched squeal.
He took a slow sip of his much-needed coffee and threw up a silent prayer that for once, the women would be talking about some other cop.
“Tina, it is him! The cop from the YouTube video!”
Shit.
Pray as he might, it was never some other officer who was subjected to overenthusiastic hero worship. Not these days, anyway. It was always Luc who couldn’t do so much as get on the A train without hearing some form of, hey, aren’t you that guy…?
Yes. Yes, he was that fucking guy. Unfortunately.
“Can we get a picture with you?” one of the women asked as they both closed in on him.
“Actually, I—”
Luc’s ready protest was interrupted by the deep voice of his partner.
“Ladies, ladies, let’s give Officer Moretti some space! The man likes to refresh his makeup before a photo op. Moretti, did you bring that special lip balm you like to use? The one you say makes your lips all rosy?”
Luc’s eyes narrowed at his partner as he reached up and scratched his nose with his middle finger.
Both women had already pulled cell phones out of their purses, ready for a shot with New York’s latest hero.
Luc shot another fuck you glare at his partner, but Sawyer Lopez was already reaching for the girls’ phones, gesturing his hands in an “all-together-now” motion.
Two curvy blondes flanked Luc on either side. Their too-sweet perfume was ruining his caffeine buzz, but he smiled for the picture anyway. The grin was habit, if not exactly genuine.
Once, Luc’s smiles for pretty women had been easy and authentic. Now they were reflexive, born out of a month’s worth of misplaced hero worship.
Sawyer Lopez, on the other hand, had no such hang-ups, and was in full charm mode.
“So where you ladies visiting from?” Lopez asked, handing the girls back their phones.
Luc took another sip of his increasingly cold coffee and rolled his eyes. At least someone was profiting from Luc’s brush with fame.
“Little Rock,” the taller blonde said, her fingers moving rapidly over the screen of her phone.