ONE LAST TIME by Laurelin Paige is LIVE!


A scorching hot, heart-tugging new standalone by New York Times bestselling author, Laurelin Paige!


Genre: Contemporary Romance

Cover Design: Letitia Hasser from RBA Designs

Audio narrated by Erin Mallon & Rupert Channing


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I would have been stupid to turn the opportunity down.
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.


2nd Blurb:


Ten years ago, we were the toast of the town.
Tanner’s acting career had just begun. He was hotter than the stage lights, and twice as captivating. The gorgeous Australian A-lister was everyone’s teenage dream. And he’d picked me. Or so I thought, until he proved to be as false as everything else about Hollywood. Now I’ve finally scored the perfect opportunity to star in a major film. The kicker? Tanner will be my co- star. I don’t know if I can do this one more time….

Right now, we’re the talk of the town.
Jenna’s even more beautiful than she was the last time we were together. And just like before, I can’t keep my hands off her. She still doesn’t know the truth. The secret of what really happened back then. Now I have the length of this shoot to convince her to rewrite our script. But if I have her one more time, will once ever be enough?


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4.5 Stars ~ Reviewed by Emma-Louise on behalf of KFF

Second chance romance and a new Laurelin Paige book, boy, how did I get so lucky?

“Unprofessional and inappropriate category, Tanner” I snip, lashing out against the feeling in my chest that’s squeezing my heart. The feeling that despite all my big talk about professionalism, what I really want is to be lost in his arms, just one more time.

Set in good ol’ Tinsel Town, One More Time is a second chance romance with so much tension and chemistry it could knock the socks off anyone!

‘A tear slips down my face. I’m a mess inside with conflicting emotions from his latest confession. On the hand, he’s so dumb. The idea that I’d be better at anything without him is ludicrous’

Jenna and Tanner met when they were just kids, both living in the spotlight at a young age and then in time leaning on each other for support. Fast forward ten years and they haven’t been face-to-face since their split. She feels betrayed; the hostility she emits toward Tanner is palpable. But what does he expect knowing what she thinks she knows.

How many times can I remind myself that I wanted this? That I asked for—no, insisted on—it?

At least as many times as I’ve wished things were different today’

Jenna and Tanner attempt to come to some sort of compromise so that they are able to work together. The emotions that these two harbour for each other (both good and bad), affect every aspect of their day-to-day. The funniest piece of this book can be summed up with one word…Walter! Walter is Jenna’s best friend and he is so hilarious; loud and proud and totally committed to Jenna, and at times I wondered if he should be committed. Especially considering I know only too well he’ll glam up his straight jacket in no time at all. This author has the ability to weave events forward whilst ratcheting up the emotional impact on the poor reader. Blending colours together like a seasoned artist.

“I can’t read your mind, Jenna” he’d say. “You have to tell me how you feel, even if you’re afraid it’s going to make me mad. You’re safe with me. We’ll figure this out.”

He made me feel like I could take risks because he would be there to pick me up if I fell. And he always was—right until he wasn’t.

‘I love how I affect her. How I can make her shiver and moan and writhe. How I can make her use my name like it’s a curse and then like it’s a prayer. It does more for my ego than any award of public recognition could.’

This book is based in the same world as Hot Cop and Porn Star and I loved those two very, very much. How could anyone not? I just have to make comment on the cover to this delicious read. Whoever picked the models did a fantastic job and the way they look at each other sucked me in as quickly as the words inside did. This is as the blurb says; a ‘scorching, heart-tugging’ book. I couldn’t get enough!


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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.


Meet Laurelin

USA Today and New York Times Bestselling Author Laurelin Paige is 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 or The Walking Dead, or dreaming of Michael Fassbender. She is represented by Rebecca Friedman.

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