Tasty Book Tour : 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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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).

 

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Excerpt

Noah

“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.

My Review

Rating : 4 out of 5 Stars

I enjoyed this light and refreshing romantic comedy. In true Lauren Layne’s style, this story was funny, sweet and sexy ! I loved both characters, they were likable and well developed. Their witty banter made me smile all through the story!

Country singer Jenny Dawson is America’s sweetheart. But after being wrongly accused of having an affair with a married man, the media pressure forces her to consider a change of scenery. She decides to go on a creative retreat in Louisiana, in a house recently inherited by Noah Maxwell/ Preston Walcott. She hopes the magical surroundings of the property will help her write her new album. The house, however, is not in pristine condition, and Noah offers to fix it, which is the least he could do given its somewhat run-down state! But as a consequence, Jenny mistakes him for the caretaker.

Noah/Preston is a complex character, with a dual identity. He spent the first part of his childhood living with his single mother in a trailer park and the second part living also with his wealthy father, in shared custody. He has never been able to find his true identity and still has to juggle to fit in two very different worlds, represented by his childhood friends, Finn and Vaughn.

I loved Jenny. She is a sweet and honest girl, passionate about the music she creates. And she has the courage to put up with Noah’s snarky remarks and grumpy attitude!

Despite their respective initial prejudice and wrong assumptions, Jenny and Noah have great chemistry. Both need some time away and being together is a unique chance at a new start.  I enjoyed how their relationship progressed, from enemies to lovers.

I can’t forget to mention two important characters in this story, Jenny’s dog Dolly, inspired by Lauren Layne’s own Pomeranian, and Noah’s Labrador Ranger. Ranger has a mad crush on Dolly, resulting in some delightful scenes!

If you are in the mood for a charming, humorous and sexy read, look no further and try this book !

Thanks for visiting and happy reading !

I received an advanced copy of this book, courtesy of the publisher, in exchange for my honest review.

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