May 18, 2016

Blog Tour & Review -- Good Girl by Lauren Layne




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GOOD GIRL
Lauren Layne 
May 17th, 2016
Loveswept






In this steamy novel from the USA Today bestselling author of Blurred Lines, country music’s favorite good girl hides away from the world—and finds herself bunking with a guy who makes her want to be a little bad.

Jenny Dawson moved to Nashville to write music, not get famous. But when her latest record goes double platinum, Jenny’s suddenly one of the town’s biggest stars—and the center of a tabloid scandal connecting her with a pop star she’s barely even met. With paparazzi tracking her every move, Jenny flees to a remote mansion in Louisiana to write her next album. The only hiccup is the unexpected presence of a brooding young caretaker named Noah, whose foul mouth and snap judgments lead to constant bickering—and serious heat.

Noah really should tell Jenny that he’s Preston Noah Maxwell Walcott, the owner of the estate where the feisty country singer has made her spoiled self at home. But the charade gives Noah a much-needed break from his own troubles, and before long, their verbal sparring is indistinguishable from foreplay. But as sizzling nights give way to quiet pillow talk, Noah begins to realize that Jenny’s almost as complicated as he is. To fit into each other’s lives, they’ll need the courage to face their problems together—before the outside world catches up to them.



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“What time did you say this chick was arriving?” Finn asks around his cigarette.

“Tomorrow morning,” I say, rapping my toe against a funny-looking floorboard and wincing when it buckles.

“Huh.” Finn exhales and looks out the window.

I know that tone. “What?”

“Seems she might have gotten here early,” he says, a second before the quiet afternoon erupts with the sound of my dog losing his mind, mingled with the shrill piercing yap of a much smaller dog.

“Seriously?”

Finn shrugs and nods. “There’s a girl outside.”

“Shit,” I mutter as I head toward the stairs, dodging the two broken ones.

Ranger’s about as good a dog as they come, wouldn’t hurt a fly. But he’s a big dog with a big bark, and one serious weakness: gleefully humping smaller dogs. He’s a rescue, and though he was fixed after they brought him in, he’d already gone through canine puberty, or whatever. He’s still got the fierce urge to hump, although it’s more habit than hormones.

I exit out the front door just in time to see my big brown Lab leap forward, his clumsy paws finding the shoulders of a blond girl who lets out a shriek, holding a cat above her head like that scene from The Lion King.

“Ranger, no! Down.”

I run forward, my hand finding the collar of my dog and yanking him backward as I search the ground to find the source of the small-dog barks still piercing the air.

Then I register that the sound is coming from above, and realize . . .

The cotton ball isn’t a cat.

That orange piece of fluff is a dog, and Ranger is apparently in love.

“What the heck is wrong with your dog?” the girl says as she slowly lowers the puffball from over her head, cradling the hideous little monster against her chest as it continues its high-pitched bloody-murder yips.

“At least my dog is actually a dog,” I say, staring in horror at the pointy face of a canine that could fit in one of my hands. “I’ve seen dust bunnies bigger than that thing.”

“Dolly’s a Pomeranian,” she says, setting a hand on top of the monster’s head. “She’s supposed to be this tiny.”

“Well, Ranger’s a Lab. He’s supposed to be this normal.

“He attacked me,” she says, giving Ranger a wary look as his tongue hangs out the side of his mouth, his eyes locked lovingly on Dolly.

“He didn’t want you, he wanted the . . . dog,” I say, forcing myself to acknowledge that the creature in her hands might be part of the canine family.

“For what, dinner?”

I don’t respond, because now that the crisis is averted, I’ve managed to shift my attention from the dogs to the girl, and . . .

Holy shit.

I’m not sure I’ve ever been sucker-punched by equal waves of lust and disdain before.

Jenny Dawson is hot as hell.

I knew that going in, but up close she’s even more mouthwatering. Her white skirt is short and tight, her legs long and toned.

She’s wearing some billowing pink top, so I can’t get a good look at what’s happening there, but it doesn’t really matter. I’ve always been a legs man, and I can’t stop looking.

The legs are a 10.

The face is a 10.

And the long blond hair spilling over one shoulder definitely begs to be spread over a man’s pillow. My pillow.

And yet even as my cock says yes, my brain is saying hell no.
Gorgeous as she is, she screams diva from the pink toenails to the sky-high stiletto sandals and all the way up to the carefully made-up face.

I just turned my entire life upside down trying to get away from a woman exactly like this one, so this is definitely a look, don’t touch situation.

But I’m looking. I’m definitely looking.









"It's like one minute all I needed to be really, truly happy was my guitar, and the next I was shoved onto a pedestal as America's sweetheart and was living in daily terror of falling off."

Unexpected romances are a favorite of mine, not only because it's like a cat and mouse game, but also because you get to see the relationship unfold before your eyes.

That's what you get with Jenny and Noah's story.
You get two people that, under regular circumstances, probably wouldn't have met, but fate is a funny thing sometimes.

You have Jenny who is America's Good Girl country singer, but finds herself in a huge scandal that's laced with lies. She seeks refuge in the one place that she feels calm and away from the spotlight. 
The place that leads her to Noah.

Noah seems like a regular Joe, but he's hiding a secret from Jenny that could possibly change the course of everything. He, himself, is looking for a place to hideaway from life's problems.
He didn't know it was person, not a place, that he needed.

"You know that feeling you get sometimes? Well, okay, rarely. That feeling when you meet a stranger's eyes and something inexplicable and intense sizzles between you? That. That's what happened between me and Noah Maxwell, at least on my end. 
And then...And then he had to go and open his mouth."

Oh my gee! I loved their love/hate relationship!!! 

It was too funny at times. They were so attracted to each other it was comical, but they hid it the best they could behind insults, scolding looks, and basically ignoring each other when able.

Not to mention that they had two of the cutest dogs ever that seemed to mimic their behavior. I swear, the dogs almost became my favorite characters...almost;)

"The things you do to me..."
"Yeah?"
"Yeah."

In true Lauren Layne form, this book pulled me in from the start with it's loveable characters and easy flow of the story. I love the humor within its pages and the emotion behind the relatable situations. 

Jenny and Noah are now in the long line of characters that I adore from Lauren. I also love Vaughn and Finn!! Noah's best friends are just awesome, and I wish they each had a story of their own. 
*hint hint wink wink*

If you like love of the unexpected kind with humor and aborable dogs, then this book is for you!! 

"We're doing good though, right, princess? This is working for you? Because it sure as hell is working for me."
"Absolutely it's working for me. Every part of it."
















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).

















1 comment:

  1. Great review! Thank you for hosting GOOD GIRL today!

    Crystal, Tasty Book Tours

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