Sara Ney's Guest Review of Some "Blurred Lines"

I can’t stop recommending this book to people, and it’s making me say things like, “freaking amazing,” “you have to freaking read this,” and “[profanity].”

I was minding my own business, not looking for something new to read, and floating aimlessly around the Cloud on my Kindle. Nothing looked appealing; none of the downloaded samples, nothing I already own... So many books and not a darn thing to read. Not only that, I was on a Historical Romance binge and waiting for a sexy Scottish hottie to rip his kilt off.

Oh, wait… that’s totally off topic (dirty mind and all that…).

I stumbled across Blurred Lines by accident, clicking on the cover despite nothing setting it apart from the hundreds of books in my recommendations: just a black and white shot of a girl and guy almost kissing. I’m not ashamed to admit it: I am a cover girl that judges a book by its artwork. So whatever compelled me to open the link and read the synopsis is beyond me.

But I did. Perhaps it was my weakened condition; desperation for something to take my mind off of reality. Off my writing.

Author Lauren Layne immediately seduced me with her blurb. And I think it’s also important to add I very rarely One-Click—I repeat: rarely. Yet this blurb had my finger itching, and soon I couldn’t stop it from tapping that orange One-Click button, dammit. #InstaBookLove #Wittyblurb

From the offset, Blurred Lines drew me in. Yes, yes, “drawing a reader in” sounds like such a cliché that even I want to roll my eyes, but it’s the truth, and I can’t find better words to describe it. Fast-paced dialogue and easy flow had me face-palming my husband when he leaned in for a kiss—I could not afford to be distracted! Husband, for the love of God, leave me read!

Lauren Layne tackles the literary plot cliché, “Can a girl and a guy be just… friends?” Yes. No! Yes…. Naked.

Often times, an author will throw in unnecessary drama, plot twists and plot devices just to make their story plausible. Or longer. Or to try and be different. Especially when the theme is a cliché. Well, I’m happy to say Blurred Lines relied on none of these things. Hallelujah! Just a storyline that wasn’t forced and felt real. Ben and Parker exist within these pages, and could in real life.

Their inner dialogue was fresh, funny, and spot on—each character has uniquely distinguishable thoughts. Which, I’m telling you, takes talent.

While the sex scenes weren’t overly descriptive [insert fifty shades of disappointment here because, hello—dirty mind], the quick wit and banter more than made up for it when Parker and Ben finally “seal the deal.” And seal it they did.

This book, while not an original theme, was superbly executed. I hadn’t read anything by Lauren Layne before this week… Now? I’m racing around the Kindle store with Tami Estes grabby hands playing catch-up. Layne’s books are exactly what I love to read.

I followed up Blurred Lines, which you can get by clicking here, with Crushed (also amazing) and have the rest on my TBR.

I can’t suggest highly enough that you do the same.