Good Girl

Good Girl

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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.

One-Liners
  • America's sweetheart finds herself embroiled in a scandal and retreats to the one place no one will find her—in the arms of the one man she never imagined.
Accolades
  • A USA TODAY BESTSELLER

“I couldn’t read this fast enough! Lauren Layne created witty and well-developed characters who pulled at my heartstrings and had me falling in love over and over again! I highly recommend Good Girl, one of my favorites of the year!”—USA Today bestselling author Brooke Cumberland

“Good Girl is a delicious bite of Southern seduction with chemistry that sizzles. It’s the perfect way to spend a summer night.”—Rebecca Yarros, author of the Flight & Glory series

“The writing was humorous, engaging, and occasionally steamy. I adored the character of Jenny.”—Books and Bindings

“I highly recommend this book. I’m legitimately bummed that I finished this book, because now it’s over, and I all I want is more Noah and Jenny.”—Obsessive Book Nerd (five stars)

“The writing is typical of Lauren Layne—amazing setting, fun secondary characters and brilliant banter!”—Rhea’s Neon Journal

“Good Girl is about unexpected love. . . . If you haven’t finished one of Lauren’s books yet, this novel is a good one to start as it perfectly portrays how good of a writer she is!”—Chelles Life in Books (five stars)

“If I could only tell you one thing about this book, it would be that it will entertain you. You won’t be sitting there waiting to get to the good part, or waiting to get back to the good part, or wondering how many pages are left. If you’re not having a pre-pizza moment or an ‘Oh lawdy!’ moment, you’ll either be laughing or crying tears of gooey heartwarming happiness. Perhaps it will be a combination of all of above. Five out of five stars, y’all!”—Romance & Smut

“If you pick up this or any Lauren Layne book, you will definitely be in for a treat!”—Book Bitches

“This was a really fun read. I was instantly sucked in, and Jenny and Noah’s story kept me engaged the whole way through. I was rooting for them to find their happy ending, and I was really happy with how it all ended—including a gorgeous epilogue that left me with a big grin on my face.”—The Escapist Book Blog

Excerpts

I don’t want to belong to anyone but myself. I don’t want to live anyone’s life but my own.And I do

not fit into Jenny Dawson’s life. I’ve known it from the very beginning.But damned if it didn’t feel like she was just starting to fit into mine.

You’re playing with fire, little girl,” he says quietly. “I’m not one of your toys, and I’m not interested in what you’re offering.”

“I’m not offering anything.” I retort, even though his words sting. “I like my men more…refined.”

His grin calls my bluff. “You sure about that?”

“I’m starting to feel a lot less like running from something and a lot more like…home.”

Finn pulls out his phone. “I need to write that down. See if Ma will stick it on a quilt for me.”

I hurriedly grab my stuff, making sure there’s no sign of my presence before I can dash into Noah’s tiny closet, leaving it open just a crack so I can breathe and see what I’m doing.

Oh, what’s that? I didn’t mention that my revenge plan is totally creepy and a lot immature? It is. Don’t care.

“How was it? The kiss, I mean?”

Noah doesn’t look back. “What, you want like a star rating?”

“No, I just… you kiss different from the boys I know.”

“Well, maybe that’s your problem,” he says, still not looking at me. “You’ve been kissing boys.”

I, myself, am Jenny Dawson. A country singer.

Don’t.Roll.Your.Eyes.

Yep, 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.

“I like your laugh,” I blurt out.

His laugh breaks off abruptly.

Whoops.

“I mean, I’m not like naming our babies or anything,” I correct. “I’m just saying you have a nice laugh.”

Damn it, I want Noah Maxwell to care about me. I want a tiny bit of tenderness from this rough, gruff guy who most of the time can barely stand me.

Keep dreaming, princess, I tell myself in a mocking version of his harsh, drawling timbre.But then I really must be dreaming, because his hand moves, hovering above mine with only a split second of hesitation before it closes over mine gently but authoritatively. I bite my lip to fight the smile, but it comes all the same.

“Don’t make it weird, princess,” he says gruffly.

"A little more time, Vaughn,” I say quietly. “I hate having to say this out loud, but I’m…I’m reeling, man. I feel like I’ve been in an aimless free-fall for years, and this place…it’s helping. I don’t know why, I don’t know how, but it’s helping.”

He searches my face carefully. “You sure it’s the place?” he asks slowly. “Or is it the girl?”

I look from her to the dog, who I belatedly realize is now wearing a pink bow. No. Just hell no. What have I gotten myself into?More important, how do I get myself out?

You know how I said Jenny’s voice sounded like her heart? I’m wrong. Her voice sounds like my heart. And I want it back. I want her back.