Kimmie Sue's Book Review And More: **** Review & Tour for BLURRED LINES by Lauren Layne ***

BLURRED LINES

Lauren Layne

Releasing Aug 25th, 2015

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This book need to come with a warning. so here it is.

**** Get the tissues and I mean alot of them. ***

This a heart felt book. It made me laugh at times but I cried

sad and happy tears. It probably hit me harder than most,

because this could have been me and my now husband.

It took us a little longer to realize that the easy friendship,

had turned into something more. And had me walking down

memory lane. What a rush this book was. I felt bad for Ben and

Parker. as characters. especially with al that was going on

in her life. But as always Ben was there, when ever she

needed him. didn't matter what he was doing. he was just

their. kind of like my hubby was for me. now looking back

25 years yesterday. I can say I love him more now than then.

and it all started as friends. This book is a must read.

The ups and downs were all worth it in the end. Now I've

gone all sappy and sentimental on you, so I will leave you

with this. If you want to read a story about epic Love, you

need to read this book. I hope you enjoy this book as much

as I did. If you do like this book, please consider leaving

a review. The Authors really like it when you do, they value

your opinions too.

In a novel that’s perfect for fans of Abbi Glines and

Jessica Sorensen, USA Today bestselling author Lauren

Layne delivers a sexy take on the timeless question: Can

a guy and a girl really be “just friends”?

When Parker Blanton meets Ben Olsen during her freshman

year of college, the connection is immediate—and platonic.

Six years later, they’re still best friends, sharing an

apartment in Portland’s trendy Northwest District as they

happily settle into adult life. But when Parker’s boyfriend

dumps her out of the blue, she starts to wonder about Ben’s

no-strings-attached approach to dating. The trouble is, even

with Ben as her wingman, Parker can’t seem to get the hang

of casual sex—until she tries it with him.

The arrangement works perfectly . . . at first.

The sex is mind-blowing, and their

friendship remains as solid as ever, without any of the usual

messy romantic entanglements. But when Parker’s ex

decides he wants her back, Ben is shocked by a fierce stab

of possessiveness. And when Ben starts seeing a girl from

work, Parker finds herself plagued by unfamiliar jealousy.

With their friendship on the rocks for the first time, Parker and

Ben face an alarming truth: Maybe they can’t go back. And

maybe, deep down, they never want to.

Blurred Lines

“Milk?” she asks again.

I take another bite of cereal, and it takes all of my self-control
not to look pointedly at the bowl of cereal I’m eating. Of
course we have freaking milk.

“In the fridge,” I say with a friendly smile. She smiles back
and she’s got deep dimples in each cheek. Cute. I can see
why Ben likes this one.

She walks past the table to the fridge, and I cringe when
I see the fact that she has airhead monogrammed on the butt
of her baby blue sweatpants. Really? Really?

Airhead has apparently forgotten that she wanted milk and
instead pulls out one of the cans of Starbucks iced coffee
that I keep stocked for Monday mornings when I need an
extra pick-me-up, which is every Monday, because, well,
Mondays are just the worst, aren’t they?

Airhead pops the tab and takes a sip without asking, which
I guess is kind of annoying, but I’ve never really been one of
those girls who likes to waste energy getting bitchy about
stupid things, so I let it go.

“Hey, so I’m Parker,” I say.

“I’m Liz. Are you dating Ben’s roommate?”

Considering I know for a fact that Liz is the latest in a rather
impressive streak of one-night stands, dating seems sort of a
presumptuous word choice, because how does she know I’m
not just a onetime sleepover guest like her?

This, too, I let pass without comment.

I mean, what else is the girl supposed to ask: Did you get
drunk and sleep with a guy you barely know, like I just did?

Plus, I have a fun surprise for her.

“I am the roommate,” I say, keeping my smile friendly. I’m
wearing my oldest pajamas and haven’t even pretended to
have tried to take off last night’s mascara, which is now all
over my face. I’m pretty sure I don’t look threatening.

But I’d be wrong.

Liz pauses halfway in, drinking my precious iced-coffee
beverage, and her previously curious expression turns wary.

I mentally shrug. Ben tends to use my unisex name to full
advantage by avoiding female pronouns when referring to his
roommate while a booty call is in progress. He picked up this
approach after several hookups that failed due to the fact that
some girls still subscribe to the old
girls-and-guys-can’t-be-just-friends axiom.

Amateurs.

Ben ambles into the kitchen, his sweatpants matching the
style of his girl toy’s, although his are dark UO green, and
instead of a tacky phrase on the back, they just have the
Oregon Duck, our old college mascot. We graduated a
couple years ago, so the frat-boy attire’s a little sad, but
I can’t judge him too harshly since my entire workout wardrobe
consists of old college shirts.

He yawns and smiles. “Morning. Have you girls met? Liz,
Parker, Parker, Liz.”

Ben’s either unaware of the fact that Liz is giving him a dark
look or he no longer cares now that he’s gotten laid.

Here’s the other reason I don’t exactly get my rocks off
thinking about Ben in a romantic light: He’s kind of a player.
As a friend, I can love him for it, but on the romantic front?
Never. Ever. Not even with every possible STD test.

“Hey, what happened to the must-wear-shirts-in-the-kitchen
rule?” I ask, shoveling another bite of increasingly soggy
Wheat Chex into my mouth.

“No such rule exists,” he says, with a wink for Liz-slash-
Airhead. Her expression softens lightly, and I resist the urge
to slap a little sense into the poor girl. I want to tell her that
his winks are a dime a dozen, but what’s the point? She has
airhead printed on her sweatpants for God’s sake.

“There is too a rule about shirts in the kitchen,” I insist.
“House rule number fourteen. Speaking of which, where are
my house rules?”

“Hard to say,” he says, opening the fridge and glancing at its
meager offerings before pouring a cup of coffee instead. “But
I may have used them to mop up OJ the other day. Or maybe
as a coaster for my beer.” He snapped his fingers. “Oh wait,
no, I remember. I just plain threw them out the old-fashioned way.”

I point to the doorway. “Shirt. Now.”

He glances at Liz. “She can’t concentrate when my abs are
on display. We have to give her anti-swoon pills.”

Liz giggles even as she shoots me a searching look, as
though she’s trying to determine whether I really will swoon
over Ben’s admittedly impressive upper body. The guy’s like
a machine. He misses workouts only on the worst of his
hangover days.

“Do you wanna grab some breakfast?” Liz asks Ben.

Aww, poor Airhead. She doesn’t know the name of the game.

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Lauren Layne is the USA Today
Bestselling author of contemporary romance.

Prior to becoming an author, Lauren worked in e-commerce
and web-marketing. In 2011, she and her husband moved
from Seattle to New York City, where Lauren decided to
pursue a full-time writing career. It took six months to get her
first book deal (despite ardent assurances to her husband
that it would only take three). Since then, Lauren's gone on to
publish ten books, including the bestselling Stiletto series,
with several more on the way in 2015.

Lauren currently lives in Chicago with her husband and
spoiled Pomeranian. When not writing, you'll find her at
happy hour, running at a doggedly slow pace, or trying to
straighten her naturally curly hair.