Exclusive: How to Get Lucky by Lauren Blakely and Joe Arden Excerpt and Audio Clip

About How to Get Lucky:

A sexy standalone romance written by #1 NYT Bestselling Author Lauren Blakely and Award-Winning Romance Narrator Joe Arden!

Every man knows there are lines you don’t cross. Like this one — don’t bang your boss’s little sister.

Too bad I didn’t know sexy, clever, irresistible London is related to the guy who signs my paychecks. Would have been helpful to have that intel before I took her out on that first date, before I kissed her on the beach, before I made plans to take her home that night.

But now I know and I’m going to be so damn disciplined. I’m a good guy, after all. And good guys don’t break the golden rules of the bro code. I’m going to follow the f&*k out of all the rules. I won’t break a single damn one.

Even when London asks me to help her with a work project. One that has us working late every night, all alone, in my tiny apartment.

One that tests every ounce of willpower I have.

One that is driving me out of my ever loving mind.

But I resist.

Until the night she issues a challenge I can’t refuse.

Frolic-Exclusive Excerpt:

The first thing I do when I’m out of bed the next morning is check my texts, feeling a little like Bowie nudging his nose in the dog food bowl in the early a.m., hoping kibble will magically appear.

But there aren’t any new texts from the city’s sexiest woman, so my guy and I hit the trails for a morning hike.

An hour, several checks of my phone, and some hard-earned sweat later, I understand my dog a whole lot more.

Staring at the dog food bowl can reap rewards.

Because check this out.

I’m the lucky recipient not only of a text from London, but a video file.

Lifting my face to the sky, I offer a silent prayer to all the dirty gods and goddesses. Let this be a video of her stripping down to nothing . . .

Wait. Nope. That’s so uncouth of me. Truth is, I’d be happy to watch a video of London brushing her teeth.

As soon as that thought hits my brain, another one slams into it like one car rear-ending another.

You’ve got it bad for this woman if you want to see her brushing her teeth.

Shaking my head at my runaway thoughts, I mutter, “No shit, self. Also, fuck off—fresh breath is cool. Right, Bowie?”

My furry friend tilts his head, his tongue lolling out.

“Good,” I say as I make my way down the final bend in the trail, clicking open the video clip.

And happy Sunday morning to me.

This is way better than good dental hygiene.

London: I’m in the studio this morning. Feeling all kinds of inspired. Here’s what I have so far for “Come as You Are.” What do you think?

At the foot of the trail, I hit play.

My. Jaw. Drops.

London drags a hand down her chest.

Pops her hip to the left.

To the right.

Lets her head fall back, her hair trailing down her back as she moves to the music. 

What do I think?

I think I might come as I am.

I reply.

Teddy: Change nothing. Not a single fucking thing.

Then I pat myself on the back because I’m so damn focused on this work project with her, and only on the work project.

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