About The Book:
Title: Made For You
Series: The Best Mistake #2
Author: Lauren Layne
Genre: Adult Contemporary Romance
Publisher: Grand Central Publishing
Publisher: Grand Central Publishing
When the Wrong Guy is Oh-So-Right
Will Thatcher is exactly the type of sexy playboy good girls like Brynn have always avoided. And yet there was still something about him she just couldn't resist. When Will moved across the country three years ago, Brynn vowed it was time to put him behind her. She never thought Will might have other plans . . .
Back in town, Will intends to get what he's always wanted-gorgeous, unforgettable Brynn. For years, he tormented the untouchable ice princess in a desperate bid for her attention. Now he has a new plan, and he'll do anything to rewrite their stormy past.
This time, he's out to show Brynn that the imperfect man might be the best mistake of her life . . .
My Review:
Made for You by Lauren LayneMy rating: 5 of 5 stars
Made for You by Lauren Layne is the second book in her series, The Best Mistake. I knew when I read the first book, Only with You, from the glimpses of Brynn and Will then that I just HAD to read this book. I wasn't disappointed.
Brynn is constantly striving to be the best, to be perfect. She had a tough childhood, bullied about her weight, teeth, and acne until shortly in to her teen years. She dieted, saw a dermatologist, got braces and has been perfect ever since.
Will has been the bane of her existence ever since high school. Together they have such a pre-school relationship (pulling pigtails etc) it's a little ridiculous, but even into their thirties they still antagonize each other at EVERY opportunity.
They don't immediately see what we do, as a reader with the benefit of both POV's, or at least what Brynn doesn't see. Despite how frustrating Brynn can be, and quite frankly how badly I wanted to slap her sometimes, Will's restraint towards aided in my own restraint from abusing fictional literary characters.
The growth of the characters, the flow of the story, and the weaving in of characters beyond the main characters was done to perfection and I can't wait to read more from this author.
Excerpt:
Will knew exactly the moment she’d seen him. He felt it like a shock to the balls, and he wanted a shot of whisky. Now.
It had taken a full fifty-seven minutes since he’d walked into the door until her ice blue eyes had locked on him, and that was including the ridiculous amount of time she’d spent in the bathroom.
She made him wait another twenty minutes before seeking him out.
But what was an extra seventy-seven minutes when you'd already waited a lifetime?
Will watched her approach, her expression schooled into an expression of polite indifference. She stopped a several inches in front of him, and only the slight narrowing of gray-blue eyes giving any indication that she wanted him dead. Which of course, she did.
"William."
"Brynn," he said, matching her prim tone.
He felt a little jolt of disappointment at her vapid smile. It was the same courteous, reveal-nothing expression she’d given everyone else in the room. He’d been kind of hoping for that special brand of bitchy that she’d always reserved just for him.
"You're looking a little wider around the hips," he said with an insulting glance up and down. She hadn’t, but the thought that she’d gained an ounce would keep her up at night.
Her smile slipped for a second, and for a moment he realized if he’d struck a nerve. Normally he wouldn’t dare touch the subject of a women’s weight. He wasn’t a total ass.
But Brynn had had the same perfectly slim figure as long as he’d known her -- she wouldn’t tolerate anything else. Her physical appearance was flawless.
Her personality, however...
"And you're looking...manwhorish,” she said with the usual venom.
Ah. There the old Brynn. He nearly smiled. “So. Nice party,” he said blandly.
"Yes, it was sweet of Sophie to put it together."
"Mm hmm," he said, taking a sip of his red wine. "And exactly how intense was the urge to strangle her when you learned that she’d planned a surprise party instead of the usual boring birthday dinner with your family?”
This time the smile faded all together. "Don’t. Don't do that thing."
"What thing?"
"That thing where you make it a point of thinking you know me better than anyone else."
Don't I? He stifled the thought. For now.
It had taken a full fifty-seven minutes since he’d walked into the door until her ice blue eyes had locked on him, and that was including the ridiculous amount of time she’d spent in the bathroom.
She made him wait another twenty minutes before seeking him out.
But what was an extra seventy-seven minutes when you'd already waited a lifetime?
Will watched her approach, her expression schooled into an expression of polite indifference. She stopped a several inches in front of him, and only the slight narrowing of gray-blue eyes giving any indication that she wanted him dead. Which of course, she did.
"William."
"Brynn," he said, matching her prim tone.
He felt a little jolt of disappointment at her vapid smile. It was the same courteous, reveal-nothing expression she’d given everyone else in the room. He’d been kind of hoping for that special brand of bitchy that she’d always reserved just for him.
"You're looking a little wider around the hips," he said with an insulting glance up and down. She hadn’t, but the thought that she’d gained an ounce would keep her up at night.
Her smile slipped for a second, and for a moment he realized if he’d struck a nerve. Normally he wouldn’t dare touch the subject of a women’s weight. He wasn’t a total ass.
But Brynn had had the same perfectly slim figure as long as he’d known her -- she wouldn’t tolerate anything else. Her physical appearance was flawless.
Her personality, however...
"And you're looking...manwhorish,” she said with the usual venom.
Ah. There the old Brynn. He nearly smiled. “So. Nice party,” he said blandly.
"Yes, it was sweet of Sophie to put it together."
"Mm hmm," he said, taking a sip of his red wine. "And exactly how intense was the urge to strangle her when you learned that she’d planned a surprise party instead of the usual boring birthday dinner with your family?”
This time the smile faded all together. "Don’t. Don't do that thing."
"What thing?"
"That thing where you make it a point of thinking you know me better than anyone else."
Don't I? He stifled the thought. For now.
About The Author:
Lauren Layne is a snarky smartass with aserious weakness for happily ever afters.
Marrying her high school sweetheart was a good start. *cue Disney soundtrack.*
But Lauren wanted all romance, all the time.
Now she writes fictional happy endings, and considers her job done well if you swoon while reading her books.
Once upon a time she lived in a Manhattan high-rise, but now she's on the laid-back train in the Seattle area. If you ever find yourself in Issaquah, she'll probably buy you a drink.
Maybe.
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