You, Again - Lauren Layne

About the Author

Lauren Layne is the New York Times bestselling author of more than two dozen romantic comedies.

Her books have sold over a million copies, in eight languages. Lauren’s work has been featured in Publishers Weekly, Glamour, The Wall Street Journal and Inside Edition.

She is based in New York City.

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Just some of the reasons to indulge yourself in Lauren

Layne’s irresistible romances:

‘A powerhouse romance author’


‘A delight – as sweet and bubbly as a glass of champagne’

Beth O’Leary, Sunday Times bestselling author

‘The word charm is pretty much synonymous with Lauren Layne’


‘The queen of contemporary New York City romance’

BookPage (starred review)

‘She’s the queen of witty dialogue!’

Rachel Van Dyken, New York Times bestselling author

‘Lauren Layne’s books are as effervescent and delicious as a brunch mimosa. As soon as you read one, you’re going to want another – IMMEDIATELY!’

Karen Hawkins, New York Times bestselling author

‘Sweet and full of humor . . . readers will be rooting for Gracie to find her Prince Charming’


‘Layne crafts a gleefully shameless homage to Little Shop Around the Corner and You’ve Got Mail that sparkles like champagne fizz . . . A delight’

Publishers Weekly (starred review)

‘A charming, swoony, funny, must-read delight of a book!’

Evie Dunmore, USA Today bestselling author

‘The perfect read while sipping a mai tai on the sand’


‘Crackling with humor and sizzling with romantic tension, this charming modern fairy tale sparkles. I couldn’t put it down!’

Alexis Daria

‘A charming, witty, and lively narrative that reads like a ‘90s rom-com’


‘Chic and clever! . . . Comes to life like a sexy, comedic movie on the page’

Tessa Bailey, New York Times bestselling author

‘I couldn’t put it down! . . . I love a sassy heroine and a funny hero and Layne delivers both . . . Lauren Layne knocks this one right out of Park Avenue!’

Samantha Young, New York Times bestselling author

By Lauren Layne


The Prenup

To Sir, With Love

Made In Manhattan

You, Again

The Central Park Pact Series

Passion On Park Avenue

Love On Lexington Avenue

Marriage On Madison Avenue

Wedding Belles Series

From This Day Forward (e-novella)

To Have And To Hold

For Better Or Worse

To Love And To Cherish

Oxford Series

Irresistibly Yours

I Wish You Were Mine

Someone Like You

I Knew You Were Trouble

I Think I Love You

Love Unexpectedly Series

Blurred Lines

Good Girl

Love Story

Walk Of Shame

An Ex For Christmas

I Do, I Don’t Series

Ready To Run

Runaway Groom

About the Book

‘Hard pass on that guy, right?’

Mackenzie ‘Mac’ Austin just wants what any modern, commitment-phobic woman in New York wants: a no-strings-attached hook-up, steamy enough to brag about over mimosas the next morning.

What she doesn’t want is her dating app’s latest suggestion: preppy, corporate Thomas Decker. So, obviously, she rejects the guy without a second thought. There’s just one snag: he’s sitting next to her, so he witnessed her do it. And now he’s calling her out.

After the initial embarrassment, Mac is determined not to let it bother her, but Fate has other plans – and Thomas isn’t going anywhere. First, he pops up as her new boss. And then he reappears as her best friend’s soon-to-be brother-in-law.

As the not-so meet cutes add up, Mac is sure that uptight Thomas is the last man that a free-spirit like her should want. Only the more time she spends with him, the more Mac realizes that the man she can’t get away from has become the same one that she wants to keep close. . .


Friday, September 9

“Another Malbec?”

I glance up from my phone at the bartender, and the fact that she already has the wine bottle poised over my glass makes me think I’m not doing a great job of hiding the fact that I’ve just been stood up.

I smile and nod in thanks as she tops my glass off rather generously, then turn my attention back to my phone.

God bless Collette. My best friend has maintained a reassuring, steady barrage of messages, all of the men can rot variety.


But whereas my best friend is blowing up my phone in grand style, my date, on the other hand, remains steadily, painfully silent.

I suck in my cheeks, and for the tenth time, debate the possibility of texting him. Just something cute and nonchalant. Hey, did we cross wires? Hey, am I at the right place? Hey, did I get the wrong date?

If I tack a casual lol on the end of it. That erases any note of vulnerability, right?

Haha, whoops, did my assistant put the wrong date in my calendar, lol.

There! I start to type. That’s downright breezy.

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