Good Girl: Love Unexpectedly #2 by Lauren Layne with Giveaway

Good Girl: Love Unexpectedly #2 by Lauren Layne with Giveaway

A bit of a twist to the new release in the Love Unexpectedly story from Lauren Layne. Please read on for my review and excerpt, be sure to check out the tour stops to see what other readers thought, and don’t forget to enter the tour-wide giveaway where you could win a Kindle Fire Tablet 7″   But first….

Good Girl

So, I’ve not been reading an abundance of NA titles of late, and I do adore Layne’s dialogue with her characters, so this was a welcome retreat. While the story doesn’t have a TON of new and different, it’s the characters, particularly Jenny, Dolly and Ranger were just wonderful – full of life and light.

Jenny is a country singer, moved to the west coast to take advantage of her newfound fame, she’s hating LA and can’t write.  Making things worse is the obsession with all things celebrity, and the not so kind (or always honest) press. When a photograph becomes the basis for a lie that is then validated by another seeking their 15 minutes, life becomes unbearable and she dashes off to rural Louisiana to hide, write and regroup.

Arriving at the rental property, she is met by 3 friends: Vaughn, Finn and Noah, and her little toy Pomeranian Dolly Parton is gleefully addressed and loved on by the Labrador Ranger.  Then the fun begins:  Noah is actually Preston Walcott (his story is revealed as the story continues) and the owner, but he presses his friend Vaughn forward as owner, and claims to be a caretaker. A grumpy, short-tempered, scowly caretaker with a smart mouth and an instant judgment of Jenny.

Bolder (and more forgiving than she should be) Jenny is reasonably confident in who she is, and what she is good at. Determined to reclaim some of the magic from the old estate where she once was able to write and create voraciously, she is focused ONLY on writing her music and disappearing.

Now for the issues.  Noah dives quickly into stereotypical cranky hedgehog with all his prickles out, and by lying to Jenny from the get-go, he’s on shaky ground.  He’s wanting something less constrictive for him than the life his newfound father thrust upon him, but after shedding a fiancé that sticks like mold, he’s still not dealt with any of his own issues. In fact, he just throws out barbs and insults with precision – all aimed at Jenny, who didn’t deserve it.  Sure, there’s chemistry, but OMG Jenny showed her immaturity with TWICE being made to feel “dirty’ and still offering him another chance.  Yes, the sex is hot and steamy, but the early moments did leave me feeling like Jenny – a bit used, a bit unsure, and Noah’s brusque attitude don’t work.

So it is a bit of a mixed bag – where the action between Noah and Jenny is often rescued by the dogs, bringing the focus back to the moments of dialogue that add humor, information and sweetness to their story.

Good Girl: Love Unexpectedly #2 by Lauren Layne with Giveaway

Title: Good Girl
Author: Lauren Layne
Series: Love Unexpectedly #2
Also in this series: Blurred Lines, Love Story, Walk of Shame, An Ex for Christmas
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Published by: Loveswept
ISBN: 0399593993
Published on: 17 May 2016
Source: Publisher via NetGalley
Pages: 220
Rated: four-stars
Heat: One FlameOne FlameOne FlameHalf a Flame

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In this steamy novel from the USA Today bestselling author of Blurred Lines, country music’s favorite good girl is hiding away from the world—only to find 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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A copy of this title was provided via Publisher via NetGalley for purpose of honest review. I was not compensated for this review: all conclusions are my own responsibility.

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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.


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.

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About Lauren Layne

Lauren Layne is the New York Times bestselling author of romantic comedies. She lives in New York City with her husband.

A former e-commerce and web marketing manager from Seattle, Lauren relocated to New York City in 2011 to pursue a full-time writing career. She signed with her agent in 2012, and her first book was published in summer of 2013. Since then, she's written over two dozen books, hitting the USA TODAYNew York Times, iBooks, and Amazon bestseller lists.

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