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BLURRED LINES
Lauren Layne
Released Aug 25th, 2015
Loveswept
In
a novel that’s perfect for fans of Abbi Glines and Jessica Sorensen, USA
Today bestselling author Lauren Layne delivers a sexy take on the timeless
question: Can a guy and a girl really be “just friends”?
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.
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I
scoop up the last bite of cereal from my bowl as I stand. “We should probably
get going,” I say, still chewing. “IKEA gets crazy on Saturdays, and I don’t
want to risk them being out of stock on the extra-large shelves.”
“You
have that many dolls?” Liz asks, looking torn between being creeped out and
feeling completely sorry for me.
“Fifty-seven
and counting,” I say, straight-faced. “And actually, Ben, if you’re going to be
a while, I might just run upstairs and brush their hair? I noticed last night
Polly was starting to develop a tangle.”
Ben
drains his coffee, pushes back from the counter, and shakes his head at me.
“You poor, sick weirdo.”
Then
he turns to Liz, putting his hands on her skinny waist and pulling her forward
with an apologetic smile. “You mind if I take a raincheck on breakfast?”
I
barely hide the snort. In Ben’s world, raincheck is a
synonym for I’m going to intentionally lose your phone number.
In
under a minute, Ben is nudging Liz out onto the front porch, and, impressively,
she doesn’t even look pissed. I follow them out, just to be annoying, watching
as he whispers something in her ear. Her eyes go wide and sympathetic and she
gives me an It’s gonna be okay, little buddy smile. She heads
toward the sidewalk with a wave.
“What
did you just tell her?” I ask, taking a sip of my coffee as we watch her leave.
“I
told her you were an abandoned orphan and that the only thing your birth mother
left you with was a doll named Polly. Hence the sad obsession.”
I
shake my head. “You know I’m going to have to rewrite the house rules. And No dolls will so be going on there.”
Liz
turns back and gives one last wave. Both Ben and I wave back, and I can’t help
myself. “Enjoy your walk of shame!” I call after her, my voice sweet as sugar.
Liz’s
head snaps back as though trying to determine if she heard me correctly, but
Ben puts a hand over my face and shoves me back into the house before closing
the front door.
He
absently rubs a hand over his abs as he looks me up and down.
“You
should change. You can’t wear your ratty booty shorts and that ugly T-shirt to
IKEA.”
“First
of all, you can absolutely wear your rattiest and ugliest
T-shirts to IKEA. That’s pretty much the IKEA dress code. And second, we’re not
going to IKEA. Really, are you getting so comfortable with your lies that they
become fact in your mind?”
“We
are going to IKEA,” he says, running both hands through
his short brown hair before heading toward the stairs.
“For
what?” I ask.
“I
need a new dresser.”
“What’s
wrong with your old dresser?”
“It
broke.”
I
wrinkle my nose. “How the hell do you break a dresser?”
He
shoots me a look over his shoulder and wiggles his eyebrows.
It
takes me only seconds before I put the pieces together.
“Airhead?” I hitch a
thumb over my shoulder at the departed female. “You banged her against the
dresser?”
“Hey,
she was unusually tall, which gave me the unusual opportunity and prime angle
to—”
I
slap my hands over my ears and start singing Billy Joel’s “Piano Man,” my default
protective gesture whenever Ben gets a little too colorful with descriptions of
his sexual antics.
Another
house rule: Parker absolutely does not want to know what happens in Ben’s
bedroom.
“Hey,
do you and Lance have plans today?” he asks.
“Maybe
you should have asked that before you mandated an IKEA
trip. But no, he’s got an all-day study group.”
Lance
is getting his MBA from the University of Portland.
“Cool.
Let’s grab lunch after.” He heads into his bedroom without looking at me.
Lunch,
huh?
I
narrow my eyes and sprint up the stairs after him, pushing open his door before
he can shut it in my face.
Sure
enough, his dresser is definitely leaning unhealthily to one side, and I count
two, no make that three, condom wrappers.
He
pulls a green polo from the tiny closet in the corner and looks around his
messy floor until he finds his jeans.
I
wait expectantly.
“What?”
he asks.
“Lunch?”
I lift my brows. And wait for the explanation.
Ben
scratches idly at his slightly stubbled chin. Sharing a bathroom with the guy,
I know he shaves every morning, but the stubble seems to be perpetual.
“Well,
you know that girl I dated a couple weeks ago? Kim?” he asks. “She wanted me to
go to her sister’s engagement brunch, and I told her I was busy all day. But
she’s just crazy enough to stop by and see if I’m actually
out of the house, so I thought we should be elsewhere. . . .”
I
hold up a hand. “Fine. I’ll be your alibi. But I get to pick the restaurant,
and you’re buying. Oh, and you have to put the toilet seat down every day for
an entire week.”
He
raises his hand as though wanting to say something in class. “I’d like to add a
house rule: Parker isn’t allowed to tell Ben how to pee.”
“You don’t make the house rules. I do. And I didn’t tell you how to pee,” I say exasperatedly as he wrenches open a dresser
drawer and pulls out a pair of boxers. “I’m trying to do your future wife a
favor by teaching you how not to be a pig.”
He
inches by me into the hallway. “Another house rule: Parker shalt not say
profanities as future wife to a dedicated bachelor.”
“You’re
not a dedicated bachelor. You’re just a typical horny twenty-four-year-old
dude, and, again, you don’t make the house rules—hey!”
He
shuts the door to our shared bathroom in my face, and too late I realize that
I’d missed all the classic signs of a skilled Ben Olsen diversion. He’d just
wanted to beat me into the bathroom.
“Don’t
use all the hot water!” I shout, pounding my palm on the door.
The
door opens just enough for me to see one blue eye blinking back at me. “Didn’t
you say Polly had a tangle? You better go get on that.”
The
door shuts again, and I pound a second time.
“Remember, the green towel is
mine. The white one is yours.”
I
wait for confirmation, but there’s only silence.
“Ben,
I know you can hear me! Don’t ‘accidentally’ use mine just because yours smells
funny.”
More
silence.
Damn it. He is so
planning to use my towel.
So,
yeah, my best friend is a guy. Doesn’t mean I have to like it all
the time.
"Guys and girls can't be just friends. Or not best friends, anyway. Crap gets too complicated. But let's fast forward a few years, shall we? I'm now twenty-four, and I have a public service announcement to make: I was wrong. Guys and girls really can be best friends."
My absolute favorite stories to read are "Friends-to-Lovers" ones. There's just something about seeing the storyline build up and take you from seeing best friends become something more. You root for them. You want to smack the backs of their heads and yell, "Look at what's right in front of you!!"
This book quickly became a favorite of mine. The six-year friendship between Parker and Ben was so great. They had a deep connection that you could feel from the first conversation. Their banter back and forth was as hilarious as it was romantic. I could picture myself being their friend, as well! They were so relatable!
"What if the right guy to scratch my sexual itch is the one who makes me laugh? The one I can talk to. What if the right guy...Has been in front of me?"
After a sudden break-up with her long-term boyfriend, Parker decides that she needs to get herself into the single life by becoming just like her best friend. Problem is, Ben is sort of...well he's...Okay, the boy is a serial dater/player/wham-bam-thank-you-ma'am kind of guy.
To his surprise, Ben doesn't want her to become another him. He cares about her too much. Watching (reading) the change between these two was beautiful in a way. Jealousy can bring out strange feelings that have been buried for so long. Or maybe they have just been masked all along...
"Why not me?"
"You know why. It would mess everything up."
"Not of we don't let it. We trust each other. Make each other laugh. And we're both attractive..."
"Yes, but not attracted to each other."
"I bet we could get over that."
I could not get enough of Ben and Parker!!! Like I said before, I love a storyline that shows growth between the characters like this. The push and pull that they go through. The struggle to keep their friendship even though it's turning into something more.
"Two things that go together: you and me. Ben and Parker. I frown. Well. That's new."
I could not have been more pleased with this story!!! I didn't want it to end! I recommend this to anyone that loves friends-to-lovers books--Anyone who loves second chances stories--Basically anyone who loves a good romance story in general!! Get this book!!! You will love it!
"Ben and my no strings attached relationship? Yeah. Turns out thar there are suddenly strings after all. And I'm completely tangled in them."
My absolute favorite stories to read are "Friends-to-Lovers" ones. There's just something about seeing the storyline build up and take you from seeing best friends become something more. You root for them. You want to smack the backs of their heads and yell, "Look at what's right in front of you!!"
This book quickly became a favorite of mine. The six-year friendship between Parker and Ben was so great. They had a deep connection that you could feel from the first conversation. Their banter back and forth was as hilarious as it was romantic. I could picture myself being their friend, as well! They were so relatable!
"What if the right guy to scratch my sexual itch is the one who makes me laugh? The one I can talk to. What if the right guy...Has been in front of me?"
After a sudden break-up with her long-term boyfriend, Parker decides that she needs to get herself into the single life by becoming just like her best friend. Problem is, Ben is sort of...well he's...Okay, the boy is a serial dater/player/wham-bam-thank-you-ma'am kind of guy.
To his surprise, Ben doesn't want her to become another him. He cares about her too much. Watching (reading) the change between these two was beautiful in a way. Jealousy can bring out strange feelings that have been buried for so long. Or maybe they have just been masked all along...
"Why not me?"
"You know why. It would mess everything up."
"Not of we don't let it. We trust each other. Make each other laugh. And we're both attractive..."
"Yes, but not attracted to each other."
"I bet we could get over that."
I could not get enough of Ben and Parker!!! Like I said before, I love a storyline that shows growth between the characters like this. The push and pull that they go through. The struggle to keep their friendship even though it's turning into something more.
"Two things that go together: you and me. Ben and Parker. I frown. Well. That's new."
I could not have been more pleased with this story!!! I didn't want it to end! I recommend this to anyone that loves friends-to-lovers books--Anyone who loves second chances stories--Basically anyone who loves a good romance story in general!! Get this book!!! You will love it!
"Ben and my no strings attached relationship? Yeah. Turns out thar there are suddenly strings after all. And I'm completely tangled in them."
Lauren Layne is the USA Today
Bestselling author of more than a dozen contemporary romance novels.
Prior to becoming an author, Lauren worked in e-commerce and web-marketing. A
year after moving from Seattle to NYC to pursue a writing career, she had a
fabulous agent and multiple New York publishing deals.
Lauren currently lives in Manhattan with her husband and plus-sized Pomeranian.
When not writing, you'll likely find her running (rarely), reading (sometimes),
or at happy hour (often).
