🔥 Steamy
Country singer-songwriter Jenny is America's sweetheart until she 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.
🔥 Steamy
Trope: Famous Heroine, Enemies-to-Lovers, Forced Proximity
“The writing is typical of Lauren Layne—amazing setting, fun secondary characters and brilliant banter!”—Rhea’s Neon Journal
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.
This is New Adult! The characters are barely out of college and act much younger than my other books.
This is written in first person with dual POV.
This is the most un-Lauren Layne book I've ever written. It's about a country music star. It takes place in rural Louisiana. There is an alligator situation.
More than any of my other characters, Parker & Ben felt like "real people" talking in my head. They do and say dumb things. Just like real people.
🔥 This book is very steamy with explicit sex scenes. There are zip ties...
Jenny was very loosely inspired by Taylor Swift (back in her country days).
“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
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?”