Review of UnZipped by Lauren Blakely


review lips

Ohhhhh where to start! These characters were real and beautifully flawed. Kyler is adorably clueless when it comes to women. He tries, but losing his mother at a young age, he is raised in a house with his father and three brothers with no woman influence.

Finley is fascinated by “Tom” and thinks his story may be just what she needs to pull her show out of the gutter and off of the chopping block.

They agree to a plan. She helps him win back his ex-girlfriend and in return, she pulls from real life to make her show a hit.

What happens when the one you thought wanted is no longer the one you want.

As with all Blakley’s men, I fell hard for this love-clumsy man and his quirks. And the fact that her heroine is hooked on all the great female comedians is endearing. And although this is a lighter read, there are still twists and turns to keep you guessing.

I listened to he audiobook version and Joe Arden and Andi Arndt bring Lauren’s words to life! Hey were utterly fantastic! This book was a laugh-out-loud must read!

Lauren is donating 100% of the first five days of sales for UNZIPPED from all retailers to California Fire Relief Charities, so one-click and you’ll get a sexy, witty rom-com and help a good cause!

synopsis lips

What do you get when you mix a hot nerd, a quirky heroine, and a hilarious meet-cute (featuring a boombox) that goes terribly awry? UNZIPPED!

Don’t miss this brand new standalone romantic comedy from #1 NYT bestseller Lauren Blakely! Brilliantly funny and spectacularly swoony, UNZIPPED—with its nod to the great silver screen romantic comedies—is available everywhere for your pleasure! Get your copy of UNZIPPED today!

✮✮✮UNZIPPED is here! Grab your copy today! ✮✮✮

Wanted: hot nerd seeks dating coach.

Picture this – I’m ready to win back the love of my life, and I’m going big this time. We’re talking boom box, sing her name in the rain, let the whole damn neighborhood know I’m good and ready this time around. After all, if you’re going to grand gesture the ever-loving hell out of a second chance, you need to pull out all the stops.

There’s only one little problem.

My college girlfriend isn’t the one who shows up when I play my “I’ll do anything to win you back” tune. The woman who flings open the second-floor window tells me my ex doesn’t live here anymore. But she’ll help me win her back. Anything for romance, anything for a guy so willing to go big for love. And that’s what I want at first. Until I get to know my new “romance coach” and discover she’s funny, clever, and keeps me on my toes. Now I don’t want to win anyone else’s heart. I want the woman who’s been helping me all along. Trouble is – she thinks I’m in love with someone else, and when we take off on a road trip, everything I think I know about women is about to be unzipped and turned inside out.


He’s the last person I ever expected to pop into my life, but he might be exactly what I need to save the thing that matters most to me. All I have to do is not fall for him.

Unzipped is a standalone romance!

buy links lips


✦Kindle US ➜
✦Kindle UK➜
✦Kindle CA➜
✦Kindle AU➜
✦ Apple Books ➜
✦ Kobo ➜
✦ Nook ➜
✦ Google Play ➜
✦ Paperback ➜

✦ The audiobook is narrated by Joe Arden and Andi Arndt! ✦
✦Audible ➜


“UNZIPPED was such a fun and adorable half meet-cute-getting-to-know-you – half road-trip love story!! Run to your nearest amazon asap for your own Kyler Tom – this one is MINE!!!” ~Bianca, BJ’s Book Blog

“Packed with flirtatious banter and lighthearted humor, Unzipped is a rom-com that’s cleverly written, refreshingly self-aware, and just plain entertaining.” ~Yvette, Nose Stuck in a Book Blog



As I peruse the scenes, the opening notes of a song filter from the front of my townhome. What the hell? Did I leave the streaming app open on my phone? I step away from the counter and head to the front door, looking for my phone, even though I swear I had it with me in the kitchen.

The song grows louder, and it’s not coming from my cell at all. It’s coming from outside. I peer through the peephole.

I jerk back.

Rub my eyes.

What the hell?

Am I really seeing what I’m seeing? I don’t think I had that much wine. I had one sip.

Fine, fine. One large sip. One very large, very hearty sip. All right, it was a gulp.

But I can’t possibly be hallucinating, can I?

I peek again, and holy smokes.

There’s a guy on my front lawn going full Lloyd Dobler.

The hair on the back of my neck stands on end, and my paranoid brain leaps three thousand steps ahead. Did he escape from Alcatraz? Is he going to bang down my door? Attack me?

I pivot and grab the baseball bat I keep handy. As the youngest sister of two older brothers, I’ve learned a few valuable lessons: boys are trouble, pizza is good cold, and always keep a baseball bat near the door and/or bed.

With my bat in hand, I scurry to the kitchen to grab my phone, then fly upstairs to the bedroom, taking the steps two by two.

I race into the bedroom, set the bat at my feet, and keep my phone clutched in my hand, ready to call 911 if need be. I pull back the white curtain a smidge.

And I nearly die laughing.

The song has stopped, and the Dobler wannabe is now kneeling on the ground, furiously hitting buttons on the boom box.

I peer around the curtain’s edge, and it’s like watching a sideshow act auditioning for my circus.

He hoists the boom box up above him again. A new tune plays. I cock my head, listening, and I cringe when I recognize the tune.

For real? Is he truly playing “Unzipped”? I could never stand that song when it was popular eight years ago. The music sounds like a can opener mating with a trombone. I wish he were playing Peter Gabriel’s “In Your Eyes,” like Dobler did in the film.

But as I study the bizarre suburban male mating ritual, I decide to award him points for sheer balls. He also deserves bonus points because he chose to go without the super cheesy trench coat that Dobler wore. It worked for Cusack, but on anyone else that attire screams serial killer.

This guy seems harmless.

And admittedly, from my vantage point two stories above, he’s kind of handsome with the glasses, the thick, floppy hair, and the jeans that fit nicely. Strong jaw too.

Fine, fine. He’s more than kind of handsome. He’s 100 percent good-looking, in that hot nerd kind of way.

About Lauren Blakely:

A #1 New York Times Bestselling author, and #1 Wall Street Journal Bestselling author, Lauren Blakely is known for her contemporary romance style that’s hot, sweet and sexy. She lives in California with her family, including her smoking hot and funny husband and her two brilliant and kind children. She has plotted entire novels while walking her dogs — she might have four dogs, or maybe five. If she’s lucky, she’ll soon have six dogs. With fourteen New York Times bestsellers, her titles have appeared on the New York Times, USA Today, and Wall Street Journal Bestseller Lists more than 100 times, and she’s sold more than 2.5 million books. In December she’ll release UNZIPPED, in January BIRTHDAY SUIT, and in March BEST LAID PLANS. To receive an email when Lauren releases a new book, sign up for her newsletter!


Website ** Facebook ** Twitter ** Newsletter ** Goodreads

Check out this new release!


Rock Rebel is LIVE! I not only had the privilege of beta reading this book but also got to make a kick ass trailer for it!

Watch the book trailer here:

Amazon ➜
Apple Books ➜
Nook ➜
Kobo ➜

To celebrate I am giving away:
✦The Full Nothing But Trouble Signed Paperback Set

Go here to enter ➜

He’s a rock star with a secret, she’s a pop princess with a painful past – can their forbidden romance survive, or will their lies destroy them both?
I’ve earned my bad reputation.

A few years ago, I was New York City’s hottest classical music prodigy. But I wanted something else, something more. So I chased my real dream, and now… I’m rock royalty. Dax Hughes, lead guitarist of Nothing but Trouble. But to my family and former Juilliard classmates, I’m an outcast. A misfit. A rebel.

They’re not entirely wrong. I don’t give a damn what other people think, and I’m all for breaking the rules… except when it comes to our new opening act, Verity Moore.

Rock gods don’t tour with pop princesses.

It’s not personal. Actually, under that fallen diva reputation, Verity’s incredibly talented. And her fiery redheaded personality is… intriguing. But I’m convinced the skeletons in Verity’s closet are as scandalous as my own, and when we’re not sparring, she has a way of drawing out all those secrets I’m determined to keep hidden.

Yeah. Verity Moore is definitely off-limits . . .

But since when do I give a damn about the rules?


Rock Rebel is now available!


“Tara Leigh has written her best Nothing But Trouble Book with Rock Rebel.

~Musings of the Modern Belle

He’s a rock star with a secret, she’s a pop princess with a painful past – can their forbidden romance survive, or will their lies destroy them both?
I’ve earned my bad reputation.
A few years ago, I was New York City’s hottest classical music prodigy. But I wanted something else, something more. So I chased my real dream, and now… I’m rock royalty. Dax Hughes, lead guitarist of Nothing but Trouble. But to my family and former Juilliard classmates, I’m an outcast. A misfit. A rebel.
They’re not entirely wrong. I don’t give a damn what other people think, and I’m all for breaking the rules… except when it comes to our new opening act, Verity Moore.
Rock gods don’t tour with pop princesses.
It’s not personal. Actually, under that fallen diva reputation, Verity’s incredibly talented. And her fiery redheaded personality is… intriguing. But I’m convinced the skeletons in Verity’s closet are as scandalous as my own, and when we’re not sparring, she has a way of drawing out all those secrets I’m determined to keep hidden.
Yeah. Verity Moore is definitely off-limits . . .
But since when do I give a damn about the rules?




Tara Leigh is a multi-published author of steamy contemporary romance. A former banker on Wall Street, she graduated from Washington University and holds an MBA from Columbia Business School, but she much prefers spending her days with fictional boyfriends than analyzing financial spreadsheets. Tara currently lives in Fairfield County, Connecticut with her husband, children, and fur-baby, Pixie. She is represented by Jessica Alvarez, of Bookends Literary Agency.




Hey book lovers! Check out the Spotlight Author this week! Lucian Bane writes amazing books that grab you from the first page and keep you hanging on until the very last.




This is a dark, gothic, slightly erotic romantic thriller that contains elements that may be disturbing and offensive. Please read with caution if you are triggered by events depicting violence and various forms of abuse.

On the seventh day of the seventh year… she desecrates.

Evil keeps a formidable schedule in Weston, West Virginia. Every seventh year, spirits from the town’s abandoned insane asylum seek worthy souls to command. But this seventh year, a desecration unlike any before is scheduled to ravage the town. And Solomon Gorge is lured to the harrowing event by the screams of Silence.

Desecrating Solomon #1

Desecrating Solomon #2

Desecrating Solomon #3

Desecrating Solomon Box Set



Chaos went to that quiet grave inside and waited for him to return. In all the six years she’d silently contemplated this day, not one of them had ever been this. The physical pain was a welcomed distraction to the pain in her soul. So many whys, whats, whens, whos. Why had Master hurt her so badly? What did it mean? When was this phase over? Who would tell her what to do next?

She had been told nothing. What if she did the wrong thing?

Bring back our sacrifice.

That was the only directive. No other details. She couldn’t let him call the authorities either. No one was to know. No one was to know what was coming, no one was to stop it, it was too important. For the entire town and its vicinity.

Chaos braced when Solomon drew close again. Why hadn’t she been prepared for this part? His touch. In her pitiful state, her body was weak with vulnerabilities. He’d held her hand. It had been kind and gentle and warm. She recalled her body’s panic when he would
let go. She would need to be careful. So very careful with him. The only thing she knew about him from Master was that he was going to be a very powerful sacrifice. Was he special like her? Did he too have gifts?   



Chaos wailed quietly a few feet away. Solomon used the pitiful sound to break the lobotomy horror that had begun embalming his body in its living grave. He reached into the inky space for her. The darkness was dense, indicating that wherever they were, there was no light except the fleeting one his captors had left with.

“Shhhhhh,” he managed. Hold on tight. This is your focal point, your anchor Solomon’s mind said as he touched her. He obeyed the instinct, not even questioning it. Holding her tight to his body, he stroked his hand over the cold skin of her back and arms.

He continued consoling her with shhhh, shhhh until he realized she wasn’t the one trembling, he was. He’d forgotten about her immunity to the madness around her. He was glad her mind was sheltered and numb to the reality at least.

As though she knew this, knew that she was immune and he wasn’t, her arms went around his upper body and held him in a vicious grip. “I-I’m the Redemptrix Vessel.” The whispered words brushed hot against his chest, as Solomon held her like the lone branch on the wall of a cliff. “I can talk to Master, I can make him choose me,” she said, breathless.

Her words tumbled in his mind and he fought to grab hold of them, of their meaning. “Choose you?” His mouth moved and he heard the words, and yet didn’t. Almost like he was dead… but alive. Trapped in his body.

The sudden terror of losing his mind before the master could take it, jolted panic through him. “No!” he gasped. “He can’t have you! He can’t have me.”

“I don’t want you to suffer,” she choked out bitterly, like there was no option, suffering had to come. The only negotiating might be who the sacrifice would be—her or him. “I’m the Redemptrix Vessel, I messed up. I should be the one to pay. Master always said I was the wild card in this evil game. I was the one to save the town, not you!”

Solomon’s mind and body slowly knit together more tightly. Every second, his ability to think faster and clearer returned like sparks of fire. “You didn’t mess up,” he whispered, shaking her a little. “Nobody messed up. Chaos? Listen, I need you to listen to me.” Solomon gripped her face in the dark and fluttered kisses along her mouth. “I really need you to hear me. I need you to hear me and understand something very deep in your heart and mind for me. Can you do that?”

The barest nod came with her shaky breaths on his lips as she latched her fingers onto his shoulders from behind, pressing her cold breasts against his chest. Solomon gasped at the connection, desperate for any and every kind of bond he could get with her.

“You are my wife now.” He stated the fierce words right on her lips, not wanting anything in that cell to steal them. “I want to take care of you. I want to have children with you, be a family, that’s what I want. Are you hearing me?”

She let out a sob against his mouth and nodded.

“Tell me you want this too. Chaos, you have to tell me—that you want this.” “I want this, I want this,” she said bitterly. “But I can’t. I can’t.”

“Yes you can,” he said fervently. “You can. Do you trust me, Beautiful?” Words had never ached and burned inside of Solomon more.

He felt her nod again and Solomon focused his mind, knowing this hour—these seconds—might be his last chance.

“I know that this means a lot to the town, I understand that. I understand that there is a curse that has to be lifted. But did you know…” he said, ideas swirling in his mind, “that when you found me, you found more than the answer to your curse?”

Solomon had kissed her between every other word, and she now struggled to kiss him back, her fingers clutching desperately along his neck. “W… what? Tell me,” she said.

He slipped his fingers beneath her hair and cradled her head while she pressed soft innocent kisses on his mouth. “I’m here to end the curse,” he said. The urgency in her lips made him even more desperate to convince her that they had to live.

“Yes,” she whispered, her kisses hotter now. Solomon followed the tightly woven fabric of lies in her mind while being careful not to move too quickly and suddenly. The last thing he needed was to push her into a mental place that might break her. Keeping his kisses fervent, he continued, “It’s finally so very clear to me, Beautiful. I was brought here to help Master. I think you knew, you knew all along, and that’s why I was picked. Because I would be able to help set it all right.”

“Yes, you’re the one.” Her fingers raked through his hair as he moved his mouth along her face to her ear.

“Master doesn’t realize it…” he said, building his case for their survival. “He’s been taken by the curse. That’s why I was called here, I was called not just to save the town, but to save Master too. Master isn’t a bad man, but the curse is trying to take him.”

She gave little moans, her lips kissing along his neck. “He’s very good.”

Solomon gritted his teeth as acid rose in his throat at her words. But she wasn’t hearing what he needed her to. “I know he is. I know you’re good too, I’ve known this since I met you.” Her lips were on his chest now and he gasped when her mouth covered his nipple and sucked with a sweet hunger. His cock decided to come alive at that moment, desperate to survive, too live, and love her.




“Come to me, Beautiful.”

She couldn’t deny the joy that stole her breath and made her smile bigger than she ever had. He laughed at seeing it. She snuggled into his chest. “You’re like a fairytale dream,” she said wrapping her limbs in his and encountering his arousal. “What’s this?” she asked, stroking him with a smile.

“It’s you, that’s what it is,” he said hungrily, rolling so he laid above her. He kissed her, his lips and tongue sending fire to explode through her. It mixed with the new things growing inside her. The power it created made her feel invincible, perfect, and beautiful.

She rolled him onto his back and straddled his waist. Staring into his gaze, she rose up and placed him at her entrance, holding his liquid blue stare as she lowered down very slowly. His strong hands gripped her hips but didn’t help, only held.

The new emotions and feelings bubbled hot and pure until she felt drunk. Her lips parted and her eyelids grew heavy with it. She let her head fall back as she lowered down on him with a savoring pace. At hearing his sounds of pleasure, she brought her head forward and stared into his eyes again, stroking her hands along his, and down his arms.

When she sat fully on him, his eyes clenched tight and his fingers dug. Her breaths came faster as his desire pulsed deep inside her, a furious rhythm, yearning to run wild and free in her. She wanted that. She wanted him wild and free in her.

He flicked his hips with a grunt, hitting against that place inside and drawing a soft cry of ecstasy. This place was so sacred to her. The harder and faster he touched it, the deeper it took her into another world. A paradise. And the long, soft groan sounds he made said it did the same to him.

“Make love to me, my Beautiful wife.”

Beautiful wife. The name stole her breath and Chaos began moving on him, testing different rhythms while watching what he liked most. He liked when she flicked her hips toward him while sitting fully down. She was happy he liked it, because it was perfect. God, it was so perfect.

“Solomon,” she cried out, placing her hands on his legs behind her.

“Jesus, yes,” he whispered, meeting her grinding with his own flicks.

“Touch your clit, Princess.”

She quickly obeyed the heated order, giving herself to the glorious power rushing through her. “Solomon,” she gasped, feeling it surging like a hot tidal wave. “It’s coming.”

His hands tightened on her hips and he moved her in rapid jerks, holding her so tight to him. The intensity drew her orgasm on a scream and she rode the brutal pleasure. She was suddenly on her back and he was kissing her, thrusting hard and fast into her, obliterating that place no man had ever been before. Only her Solomon. Only her Solomon knew the way to this place. All her life, she’d been Satan’s whore but with Solomon … with her immaculate husband, she was always a princess. Pure, innocent, and beautiful.



review lips

Don’t forget to scroll down to enter the BIG GIVEAWAY!

Holy wow! What a wild angsty ride this was. This book had me gasping in disbelief a couple of times then swooning with the feels in the next breath.

Hutton Everest was a numbers guy for his brother’s multi-million dollar company. He was also sexy and hard to resist.

Ally Edward’s has a secret. One that will tear them apart before they rely get a chance to get started. Unless she can convince her royal parents otherwise.


I loved the relationship that developed between Ally and Hutton. They were both out of their element but willing to try for their happily ever after. It seemed throughout that there were obstacles to overcome. Whether it was her self doubt in being able to have both him and the crown or the arranged marriage set by her parents to her parents themselves. There was lots of angsty goodness to be had.


This is a must read! Those Everest brothers are almost as sexy as the Crow Brothers. I fell in love with Ethan and swoony lust with Hutton. I can’t wait to see what happens with Bennett! #iclimbedmteverest

synopsis lips



Click Here ->
☆Audio book:


Being bad never felt so good.

I fell for Ally the moment I saw her. Who doesn’t like a confident, intelligent woman with curves I could spend days exploring?

Who am I kidding?
I have.
Many times.

Our story ended abruptly when she packed her bags and left like we weren’t meant to be. We are. So I’m calling her bluff. That’s how I ended up thousands of miles from home, standing next to a man who claims to be her fiancé.

Being good has never felt so bad.

When it comes to a successful man with an incredible body and biteable jaw aka Hutton . . . let’s just say willpower is not my strong suit.

Need more?
Try bad-boy American.
You’re welcome.

Embracing my newfound good girl status, I do the right thing and start my reign. My desires no longer matter. The monarchy, the people, and my country do. There is no place for love in this new life.

But I never expected to see him again, much less standing next to my royally appointed soon-to-be fiancé.

As if that didn’t complicate things, he’s wearing a perfectly tailored tuxedo and my favorite smirk. I straighten my crown and adjust my dress, realizing this good girl never stood a chance. I’ll take the bad reputation if I get him.

~Being Bad Never Felt So Good~


S.L. IS SHARING HER BIGGEST GIVEAWAY YET. Enter for your chance to win this amazingness here: