Sparks fly between a misunderstood New York socialite and a cynical divorce lawyer in
this lively standalone rom-com from the USA Today bestselling
author of Blurred Lines and Love Story.
Pampered heiress Georgianna Watkins has a party-girl image to maintain, but all the
shopping and clubbing is starting to feel a little bit hollow—and a whole lot
lonely. Though Georgie would never admit it, the highlights of her week are the
mornings when she comes home at the same time as her uptight, workaholic
neighbor is leaving to hit the gym and put in a long day at the office. Teasing
him is the most fun Georgie’s had in years—and the fuel for all her naughtiest
Celebrity divorce attorney Andrew Mulroney doesn’t have much time for women, especially
spoiled tabloid princesses who spend more time on Page Six than at an actual
job. Although Georgie’s drop-dead gorgeous, she’s also everything Andrew
resents: the type of girl who inherited her penthouse instead of earning it.
But after Andrew caps one of their predawn sparring sessions with a surprise
kiss—a kiss that’s caught on camera—all of Manhattan is gossiping about whether
they’re a real couple. And nobody’s more surprised than Andrew to find that the
answer just might be yes.
And who is he, you ask?
Andrew Mulroney, Esquire.
I know this because we moved into the building on the exact same day, and right before we got into a horrendous fight over whose movers should have access to the building loading dock first, he handed me his business card.
The thick white card stock declared that he had a fancy law degree to go along with the fancy suit he was wearing on a Saturday.
Andrew handed it over with such superiority, I actually wished for a half second that I had a business card of my own that would somehow be better than his. Like, lined with gold or something. No, platinum. With a diamond in the corner. It would be too heavy for him to hold, and he’d drop it, thus having to kneel at my feet to pick it up.
But then I realized it was just as well that I didn’t have a business card.
Because it would say . . . what? Georgie Watkins, professional party girl?
Anyway, I digress. Despite the high temps of that swampy July morning, the encounter had been the start of an epic cold war.
Me, the socialite in apartment 86A against the uptight esquire in apartment 79B.
I’m not entirely sure I’m winning the war, but I’ll never tell him that.
I let my gaze drift over Andrew, even though his appearance rarely holds any surprises. The man’s a lesson in sameness, like some sort of anal-retentive version of Groundhog Day.
There’s always the black mug with some healthy gunk inside held in his right hand, Tom Ford briefcase and Armani garment bag in his left, containing what I know to be a perfectly tailored three-piece suit.
Andrew’s coppery hair is perfectly styled, although I’d swear that there’s some natural curl in there threatening to disrupt his perfect order. I imagine that annoys him, so it therefore makes me happy.
Let’s see, what else about my nemesis?
He’s got a hard, unfriendly jawline that’s perfectly shaven.
Dark brown eyes, cold and flat. Black gym bag over one shoulder.
I suppose you could say he changes up his attire, because he does alternate between black and gray gym shirts. But considering that they seem to be the exact same fit, both colors molding perfectly to his impressively sculpted upper body, we’re not giving him any points for variety there.
Same goes for the lower half. The black shorts worn in summer have given way to sleek black sweatpants now that October’s upon us, but they’re both black and Nike, so we’ll give him no credit for changing it up there either.
The shoes, though . . .
I do a double take.
Well, well, well . . .
Instead of the usual black gym shoes, the man’s shoes are red. I don’t know how I missed it before.
I drag my eyes back up his body with a grin, and he gives just the slightest roll of his eyes to indicate that he’s noticed my slow perusal and isn’t fazed in the least.
“You went shopping, Dorothy!” I say happily.
He stares at me. “I don’t shop.”
Of course not. Far too frivolous.
“No, that makes sense,” I say, pointing at his feet. “Glinda would have given these to you.”
Andrew looks down at his Rolex watch. “I’ve got to go. Have a good day, Mr. Ramirez.”
“You too, Mr. Mulroney,” Ramon says with a deferential nod. “Enjoy your workout.”
“Yes, do,” I say, turning and watching as Andrew moves toward the front door of our building. “What’s on the schedule today? Treadmill, or just skipping down the Yellow Brick Road?”
Andrew Mulroney, Esquire, doesn’t respond. He doesn’t even turn before pushing through the revolving doors and stepping out into the still-dark autumn morning.
Now come on. Tell me that wasn’t at least a little bit fun, despite the ungodly hour.
Walk of Shame by Lauren LayneMy rating: 5 of 5 stars Enchantingly sexy, flirty and fun to read. Lauren Layne delivers another romance to fall for, keeping us frantically flipping pages with the irresistible chemistry between a socialite who believes in fairytale endings and an uptight, pessimistic divorce lawyer who doesn’t believe in love. Walk of Shame has fabulous sexual tension, snarky sarcasm, and fun banter that will make you swoon, smile and laugh.
Although New York socialite Georgianna Watkins loves to shop by day and party by night, the best part of her day is when the party ends and she accidentally on purpose runs in with the stodgy neighbor who hates her is leaving for his long workday. She’s determined to make him like her, but nothing more. The enjoyment she gets from mocking him and excitement from seeing him every day has nothing to do with her wanting more, or does it? Can she crack the uptight and serious exterior of Andrew Mulroney, Esquire?
“The encounter had been the start of an epic cold war. Me, the socialite in apartment 86A against the uptight esquire in apartment 79B. I’m not entirely sure I’m winning the war, but I’ll never tell him.”
Andrew Mulroney didn’t inherit the partner position in his law firm, he earned it with hard work. Something the beautiful Georgianna probably knows nothing about and one of the many reasons he should not be interested in her. He’s also noticed she’s honest, has a sweet, caring heart and sharp wit, which makes her even more attractive even though he knows the two of them don’t make sense together. Besides, he doesn’t have time for relationships. But when one of their early morning arguments ends with an epic kiss, he finds himself wanting more.
“I don’t like games, Georgiana.”
“Which is why you need to play them, Andy.”
He blinks. “It’s Andrew.”
“Hmm. How about Drew?”
“No.” The word is a growl. “Georgiana.”
He exhales. “I’m going to kill you.”
I can’t help the laugh. “See, I don’t think so.”
“Nope,” I say, sucking sugar off my thumb. “You don’t send flowers to someone you’re going to kill.”
Do you remember Giselle from Disney movie Enchanted? She was impossible not to love, right? Lauren Layne captures that essence perfectly in Geogie. I just loved her. She comes from money but isn’t spoiled or snobby. She’s genuine and kind, easy to get along with. She even chatted up and brought doughnut to every morning to her doormen. The only one who didn’t like her was Andrew, who fought tooth and nail against their attraction.
Most would think that Andrew’s life was complete. Smart, good looking, had achieved success at an early age, famous in his own right. But his life was colorless and dreary, right down to his all black workout gear. Well, except for his red sneakers. He was so proper, but got awkward and flustered every time he was around Georgie. It was very endearing.
Instead of the usual black gym shoes, the man’s shoes are red. “…You went shopping, Dorothy!” I say happily.
He stares at me. “I don’t shope.” Of course not. Far too frivolous. “No, that makes sense… Glinda would have given these to you… What’s on the schedule today? Treadmill, or just skipping down the Yellow Brick Road?”
The tension between Georgie and Andrew crackles every time they come into close proximity to each other. I loved the antagonistic push and pull between them which made for a delicious slow burn, turning enemies into friends and much more.
The writing is wonderful, from the city descriptions that made me feel like I was right there in NY, to being in Georgie’s head. The story has a wonderful flow and the secondary characters are charming. I hope we get a story for Marley!
Walk of Shame is standalone contemporary romance by author Lauren Layne. This is a frenemies to lovers story that has everything I love to read in romantic comedies. It’s adorably fun, delightfully sexy and lighthearted. It is told from both points of view with a happy ending.
Lauren Layne is the New York Times bestselling author of over a dozen
A former e-commerce and web marketing manager from Seattle, Lauren relocated to New York
City in 2011 to pursue a full-time writing career.
She lives in midtown Manhattan with her high-school sweetheart, where she writes smart
romantic comedies with just enough sexy-times to make your mother blush. In
LL’s ideal world, every stiletto-wearing, Kate Spade wielding woman would carry
a Kindle stocked with Lauren Layne books.