Series: Love Unexpectedly #2
Published by Loveswept Source: Netgalley
Genres: Alpha Guy, Contemporary Romance, Love to Hate, Millionaire/Billionaire Hero, Musician, Romance
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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.
So I really enjoy Lauren Layne, I’ve read a couple of her books before and she is one of those authors where I know going in I am going to enjoy the book. That being said, this one was a step above for me, mostly because I was so emotionally invested in our heroine, I was right there with her throughout the entire book and at the end when it was all over I left the book feeling really satisfied and happy, and frankly these days that doesn’t happen as often as I would like.
Jenny was really an awesome character for me, and on paper she isn’t necessarily I would normally gravitate towards. So Jenny is a country music star who is temporary living in L.A. to work on writing her next album when scandal hits. So she does what any self respecting starlet who didn’t actually commit the actions in the scandal would do, go into hiding. So that’s how she ends up in the Louisiana bayou in a house that is beyond run down with a hot yet grumbly caretaker in the middle of DIYing it back to life. So Jenny is actually a fairly inexperienced person romantically, which is something that tends to annoy me in books, but in this book it really worked for me, and it also read really authentic. I loved how Lauren was able to convey Jenny’s insecurities without ramming them down my throat, they were all believable and understandable, it was so easy to identify with Jenny even though we didn’t have a whole lot in common on paper. I loved how through the entire book whenever Jenny was disappointed, I was disappointed, when she was hurt, I was hurt, and when she was happy I was happy. I love when I connect with a character that much.
Now as for our hero, Noah, man he was a complex dude. Noah has kind of been forced to live in two separate worlds for most of his life, his mom was poor and lived in a trailer park, and his dad came back into his life when he was 14 and it turns out he was a super rich CEO lives in a mansion kind of guy. Noah is so torn by this wildly different lifestyles that he actually goes by two different names depending on the situation. Noah really doesn’t know what he wants with his life, he has a lot of people and pressure on him to live his life a certain way, but he is more then content with just fixing up the house he never knew he owned. He also has some serious ex drama going on, which did make for some interesting situations. Noah kept the truth about who he is from Jenny which you just knew was going to blow up in his face.
I was so happy with the interactions between Jenny and Noah, I mean they had great chemistry, even when they were arguing or retaliating against each other. I liked how they teased each other, and sometimes seemed like they were just trying to one up each other. But I was surprised by how much even the scenes where Noah would say things that hurt Jenny still worked for me. This couple had great chemistry between the sheets but it was so much more than that. Without a doubt I would recommend this book to anyone who loves a good romance, this is definitely one of my favorites from this year.
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A week ago, I had my first burrito baby.
I mean, I didn’t know I was even pregnant. Thank God I have the tabloids to tell me these things.
It happens that way sometimes, at least in Hollywood, land of the flat bellies.
See, if your belly isn’t completely flat, if maybe you’ve put on a few pounds courtesy of a penchant for extra guacamole on your Chipotle burrito . . .
Bam. You’re at the grocery store buying tampons and M&M’s and you glance over, and there you are, all over the rag mags. Pregnant.
Or at least accused of it.
Because the tabloids don’t seem to care that it’s been quite some time since a guy’s been near my . . . ahem. Apparently in Hollywood you don’t need a guy. All it takes to get “knocked up” in L.A. is a tortilla the size of a hubcap and an avocado or four.
Let me be clear: I am not pregnant.
I just like to eat. A lot.
To be honest, up until last week, when I naïvely ordered extra sour cream while wearing a tight-fitting T-shirt that apparently accentuated the fetus that wasn’t there, I hadn’t really thought a lot about Hollywood beauty standards.
I mean, for starters, I’m not Hollywood. At all.
I live in the Hollywood Hills, yes. I rent a Hollywood director’s home, yes. Even did a tiny cameo in a movie a few months back.
But I, myself, am Jenny Dawson.
A country singer.
I get that country music can be polarizing, I do, I really do. But I swear I don’t twang about dead dogs and dusty highways. I just write songs about real life. My life. And then I sing them.
Formerly in the shower, and now on the radio.
Where was I going with this?
Oh, right. Hollywood. And how I’m not it.
It’s not that I hate Los Angeles. Sure, the traffic sucks, and the women of SoCal have more than their fair share of silicone between the shoulders, but the city’s got its good points too. The weather. The ocean. The shopping.
But the paparazzi thing has been getting under my skin.
I’m not one of those girls who moved here to get famous. I was already famous, courtesy of All of Me going double platinum last year.
When my agent and label suggested that some time in L.A. might be good for maintaining my “mainstream” popularity, I didn’t really fight it. See above points about weather and ocean.
But I wasn’t counting on being quite so center stage all the time.
I certainly wasn’t counting on the fact that I’d be embracing the homemade smoothie revolution. And actually, embracing is a strong word. Let’s just say I had to actually read the instructions before I knew how to work the fancy blender. And yes, I may have allowed my weight gain, and the tabloids’ notice of it, to shame me into the land of kale and quinoa.
And there you have it. The backstory of why I’m currently standing in the kitchen of a rented house, wearing yoga pants and a pink sports bra, and trying to work up the courage to ingest the green goo in front of me.