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Can a guy and a girl really be 'just friends'? Blurred Lines is the sexy take on this timeless question from Lauren Layne, author of bestselling Sex, Love & Stiletto and Oxford romantic comedy series . Perfect for fans of New Adult romance, Alice Clayton and Emma Chase.
When Parker Blanton meets Ben Olsen during her freshman year of college, the connection is immediate - and platonic. Six years later, they're still best friends, sharing an apartment in Portland's trendy Northwest District as they happily settle into adult life. But when Parker's boyfriend dumps her out of the blue, she starts to wonder about Ben's no-strings-attached approach to dating. The trouble is, even with Ben as her wingman, Parker can't seem to get the hang of casual sex - until she tries it with him.
The arrangement works perfectly ... at first. The sex is mind-blowing, and their friendship remains as solid as ever, without any of the usual messy romantic entanglements. But when Parker's ex decides he wants her back, Ben is shocked by a fierce stab of possessiveness. And when Ben starts seeing a girl from work, Parker finds herself plagued by unfamiliar jealousy. With their friendship on the rocks for the first time, Parker and Ben face an alarming truth: Maybe they can't go back. And maybe, deep down, they never want to.
Fancy some fun, fresh, flirty and very sexy rom-com? Check out the titles in Lauren Layne's Oxford series: Irresistibly Yours, Playing For Keeps and Someone Like You.
238 pages, Kindle Edition
First published August 25, 2015




















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Ben and my no strings attached relationship?
Yeah. Turns out that there are suddenly strings after all.
And I'm completely tangled in them.

I think we should hook up."
I would just like to state- for the record- that I should win a goddamned medal for not laughing, fainting, or straight up walking out of the room.








“House rule: No using Parker to blow off your girl toys.”

"Just because we are hooking up doesn't mean you can demand nonstop naked time-"
I let my own towel drop giving him an unobstructed view of my butt as I walk away.
"Okay maybe nonstop naked time is fine!" he calls





"Do I get to do that 'it's a rag' routine with your underwear next time you do laundry?" I ask. "Because I've seen some of your panties. You may as well stitch death to boner across the front."

















