One More Time by Laurelin Paige is LIVE!!
A feature film starring the hottest man in Hollywood—and me.
It wasn’t just the chance of a lifetime; it was the first time I’d landed the leading role.
But Tanner James isn’t just any actor, aka “Sex God”.
He’s the man who took my virginity then shattered my dreams.
If I can use this part to launch a new career, it will be worth it.
If I can stop myself from falling back into bed with Tanner, it will be a miracle.
And my heart?
There’s no way he’s taking that from me.
He’s always been the one who owned it.
I loved it both times.
Jenna and Tanner were a couple years ago, think living a fictional world where they had the Brittany and Justin kind of fame So, putting them together in a movie? Hollywood gold.
Except, neither of them are particularly over one another, and neither one of them is really sure how they are supposed to work together without reigniting that attraction. So, Jenna rehearses a speech designed to make him think that she has forgotten all about him and barely cares that he is there, while Tanner spends time obsessing over her at craft services.
As always, Laurelin tells a story that you enjoy. You like the characters, you like their interactions, you believe in their attraction, and you believe that they are actually trying to avoid their attraction...until they aren't.
This was a lighter book than usual for Laurelin. No cliffhangers, no dark mysteries around the hero, no one ends up dead casting suspicion on the hero/heroine. But, as it is by Laurelin, it's still enjoyable, you are connected to the characters and you are engaged...you just spend a little more time laughing.
This book is as perfect as you would expect from Laurelin, it's as enjoyable...heck, it's as great as getting a call from your agent during the most popular workout class in Los Angeles.
I recommend this title.
I really liked both Tanner and Jenna. I like that you can feel the chemistry and attraction between them, even if they don't necessarily want it to be obvious that they still aren't over one another. This provides a wonderful opportunity for banter and snark-and Laurelin certainly delivers on both, while still keeping the characters likeable. That's a fine line and she balances it beautifully.
The thing about second chance romances for me is that I have to understand why things didn't work the first time and how they'd be different this time around. I completely understood WHY it didn't work in the beginning and I could see how things had changed enough to allow there to be a possibility of things working now.
I loved the pacing of this book. It flowed and just progressed perfectly in my opinion. I really did like the peek into this author's take on what Hollywood life is like. I thought the plot was uniquely presented and I really enjoyed it. This author usually has a hint of dark in her work, and I can definitely appreciate that, but this story didn't have that-and it didn't need it. I truly enjoyed this book and would absolutely recommend it.
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“Today meant nothing,” I say. “Our past is in the past.”
“Totally in the past. But when I’m working with you…”
I feel myself inch closer to him. “... what?”
“Sometimes I can’t tell where we leave off and our characters begin.” Is he sitting nearer than he was a few seconds ago?
“I know. I feel the same way,” I confess, and then I’m definitely moving closer to him. Definitely staring at his lips. We’re like two magnets. Simply telling them to stay apart never stops the pull.
“But that’s the job, right?” he says, and his eyes are on my mouth now.
I nod. “We have to put everything aside and just focus on the work.”
“Right. Yes. I can do that.” He’s so close we’re almost touching. Then he reaches his hand out and places it on my thigh. I feel a chill run up my body, and I close my eyes. The warm, heavy feeling of his hand is so familiar and so exciting at once. “Can you do that?”
The honest answer is that I don’t know. I open my eyes and find him staring at me. I get lost in his stare. For a moment, we hesitate.
Then the next thing I know, my lips are pressed against his and his tongue is finding its way inside my mouth. I don’t know who started it, but neither of us can deny this is what we both want in this moment. Have wanted since this afternoon. Maybe since we first saw each other outside craft services two weeks ago.
He cradles my face between his hands and shifts me closer, as though afraid I’ll break our connection.
But I’m not going anywhere. I want more. I swing my leg over to straddle him, so I can press my hips into his pelvis. I groan when I feel how hard he is, groan with the need that’s already built up unbearably between my thighs. I rock back and forth, desperate. Only a few scraps of cloth stand between us, but they’re enough to frustrate me.
He stands up, me still astride him, then he tosses me onto my back in front of him. He kneels on the ground, and I’m lying on the couch of my trailer looking up at the ceiling, and a part of me is wondering how the hell this happened again. But a much louder part of me doesn’t want it to end before we’re both naked and screaming out all our unresolved anger in orgasm.
Before I have time to register what’s happening, I feel Tanner’s fingers creep up my thighs and under my panties. He plays with me, teasing before he plunges two fingers inside my body.
I gasp in surprise and delight.
This. This is what I need.
I let my thighs fall farther apart, giving him all the access he wants. Tanner dances and swirls his fingers around, first deep inside me and then up to brush my clit. I grip the couch, nearly paralyzed in anticipation. My legs begin to shake, and I can’t remember my own name anymore. All I can think about is how incredible this feels, and how, improbably, he’s become even more talented at touching a woman over the years. Holy shit.
I’ve never been fingered like this before.
He leaves one hand to work every centimeter of my clit then takes the other and dances it up and down the inside of my thighs until I’m crying out. His free hand covers my mouth, but that doesn’t help. It isn’t until he stills that I quiet, although my hips are still rocking greedily, trying to get what I want from his fingers.
“Sshh,” he says, “Someone might still be around.”
“I don’t care,” I moan, and, in the moment, I swear I don’t. Let everyone hear how glorious this is. Tanner grins as he presses his fingers back inside me, bending them and twisting them, showing off more moves that get my body pulsing and my pussy soaking wet.
I’m going to come. I’m so close. “Fuck, Tanner, yes…”
“Yes,” he growls, and that’s all it takes to send me flying over the edge into ecstasy.
... just as someone knocks on the trailer door.
With over 1 million books sold, Laurelin Paige is the NY Times, Wall Street Journal, and USA Today Bestselling Author of the Fixed Trilogy. She's a sucker for a good romance and gets giddy anytime there's kissing, much to the embarrassment of her three daughters. Her husband doesn't seem to complain, however. When she isn't reading or writing sexy stories, she's probably singing, watching Game of Thrones and the Walking Dead, or dreaming of Michael Fassbender. She's also a proud member of Mensa International though she doesn't do anything with the organization except use it as material for her bio.
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