Saturday, March 17, 2018

Blog Tour: GLAM SQUAD & GROOMSMEN by Samantha Chase


We are thrilled to be bringing you the release of Samantha Chase's GLAM SQUAD & GROOMSMEN today! This brand new story set in the Enchanted Bridal world is sure to please any and all lovers of contemporary romance. Be sure to grab your copy today!



Dressing up as a bride once a week is all fun and games until you come face to face with your ex. Penny Blake loves her job with Enchanted Bridal. She gets to model wedding gowns and help brides plan for their big day. And yet…she’s wanting a little more. Besides wishing for her own happily ever after, she has big dreams of making her own contribution to the business in the form of her own glam squad. Her bosses all think it’s a great idea, but right now she’s needed in other ways – like helping out with the groomsmen. Was there any greater form of torture than having to help your sister plan her wedding? That’s what Spencer Buchanan is facing and although he goes into it with a bit of an attitude, running into the girl who got away – three times! – suddenly made this whole wedding planning thing a lot more bearable. Moving back home was never part of his plan, but once Spencer sees Penny again, all bets are off. And having her help him with his fittings on his tux turn into his favorite pastime ever!

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For a minute, he thought she was going to scream and the expression on her face said that she certainly hadn’t been expecting him. Actually, he hadn’t been expecting her either. His plan had been to come in for a tuxedo fitting – something he was seriously jumping the gun for Eva’s wedding – and figured it would be a legit excuse to see Penny. He’d casually stop in at the bridal shop and say hello and then…
“Spencer? What are you doing here?”
He gave her a lopsided grin. “Doing a test run on tuxedoes to help Eva and Brett out.”
At first he didn’t think she believed him, but then she visibly relaxed. “Oh. Okay.”
“So what are you doing in the tuxedo shop? I didn’t think you worked in here too.”
She quickly explained about the owner needing to get home to a sick child – again – and then she stepped away and began to explain to him about the tuxedo options that had been pulled for him.
If he didn’t know any better, he’d swear she was nervous and that pleased him a little. If she was nervous around him, that meant that she wasn’t unaffected by him – or by their kiss.
Good to know.
Because kissing Penny had been all he could think about all week. He should be back in Atlanta right now.
But he wasn’t.
He should be working on reports for the building he was designing.
But he wasn’t.
What he was doing was trying on tuxedoes when he didn’t need to just on the off-chance he could see her again. How twisted was that?
By now Penny was standing next to a dressing room and holding a tuxedo hanger in her hand. “Martin already placed a shirt and shoes in the fitting room for you,” she said, “and this is the first tux he pulled for you to consider based on your measurements.”
“I never gave him my measurements,” Spencer said.
He nodded. “All I did was call and ask if I could come in and try some on,” he explained. “No one asked for any sizes or measurements. I guess I can try this on and we can go from there, right?”
Then he watched as her shoulders sagged and she sighed. But she immediately went back into sales mode and gave him a nice but professional smile. “Okay, we’ll need to get your measurements first. No need for you to try to fit into a suit that isn’t your size. That’s just crazy.” She stepped away and hung up the suit she had in her hands. “Why don’t you step up on the platform over there by the mirror and I’ll go get the measuring tape.”
Wait…measuring tape? Couldn’t he just tell her what size he normally wore? That would certainly make things easier – especially since Brett hadn’t made any decisions on tuxedos and he wasn’t planning on ordering anything tonight. Then again, if he did happen to go in that direction, there’d be no need for him to stand up on the platform for measurements. And that would mean…
“Just step up on there and face the mirror,” she said. “I’ll need to make a note of your shirt and sleeve size, waist, outseam…”
Then he felt bad for giving her extra work. “Wouldn’t it be easier to give you at least some of my sizes so you don’t have to go through all of this?” he asked and hated that he was quite possibly depriving himself of some extra time with her.
“Under normal circumstances, yes,” she explained. “But for this sort of thing, we require specific measurements. Every designer is cut just a litter differently so it makes everyone’s job easier to just go by what the measuring tape says.”
“Ah…gotcha.” Doing his best to hide a grin, he simply stood and did as he was told as Penny’s hands roamed all over him – in a completely professional way – as she took the needed measurements.
Best. Friday. Night. Ever.
At first, he felt all kinds of wrong that even though there was nothing sexy about what she was doing, it was still mildly arousing – her hand skimming down his leg…her arms wrapped around him to get his waist measurements…
He cursed the fact that they were in the middle of a tuxedo shop and that he had on so many damn clothes!
Once she was done, she moved around the shop and pulled tuxes in his size and then sent him back to the dressing room to start trying them on.
They didn’t talk about much – she kept all of the conversation focused on Eva and Brett and their wedding and tuxedo style questions. Not that he cared. Basically, this was all going to be Brett’s decision and right now, Brett had no idea that Spencer was even looking at tuxes.
No one did.
If his sister caught wind of what he was doing, he knew he’d get her approval and possibly her help. And as much as he knew he was going to need some of that where Penny was concerned, he wanted to do it in his own time and in his own way.
He just never thought trying on tuxedos was a length he’d ever have to go through in order to spend time with a woman.
“Let me know how that first one fits,” Penny called out to him.
And as he closed the dressing room door, he figured he had at least an hour to try to break down some of her defenses and convince her to go out with him again.

I loved this book from start to finish and couldn’t put it down.
Penny Blake suddenly comes face to face with her ex, Spencer Buchanan, (the one who got away) whilst modelling a wedding gown. Can it get any more cringe worthy than that?
Penny loves her job and has plans to take it to the next level with her own business and the last thing she needs is a blast from the past in the form of Spencer, even worse she realises that she still has deep feelings for him.
Spencer has been dragged along to help his sister and the last person he expects to see is Penny, the woman who has held his heart and gotten away 3 times before.
It was great to catch up with the other characters although Penny and Spencer really stole the show. There was just something about these two that is meant to be. I love a second chance at love story and this one was an excellent read.
It was refreshing to find a character who could admit to mistakes, all the while trying to ensure he did not make them again. I fully admit that I have a bit of a crush on Spencer.
The chemistry between Spencer and Penny is still there and it is obvious that their feelings for one another have never really disappeared. Will they take yet another chance to see where this could lead? Or will the past prevent them from creating a future?
Spencer is at a crossroads in his professional life, being pushed to return home and take over his father’s business. But is that what he truly wants?
This book had me laughing, sighing and at times fearful that the past would destroy what could be a beautiful future for Spencer and Penny.
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Book 4 in the Enchanted Bridal Series but this book certainly can be read as a stand-alone, I haven’t read any other book in this series but that didn’t stop the enjoyment I got fromGlam Squad & Groomsman.

Penny and Spencer have had a on and off relationship since childhood but it finally came to a end when Spencer broke it off around graduation day. Penny is still living in the town she grew up in helping run Enchanted Bridal and the last person she expects to stumble across is Spencer, but he is back in town for his sisters wedding and she wants Enchanted Bridal to organise the wedding gown and the tuxedos. What follows is two people who are extremely attracted to each other trying to make  it work without giving up any of what they have built for themselves.......

This book was so  true to life, the ups the downs, the give and take, the fights and the makeups all of which you go through when building a relationship. This was a love story I couldn’t put down and I now need to backtrack and read the rest of this series because if this book is anything to go by the rest need to be read. Great read looking forward to more from Samantha Chase.

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The Wedding Season / Friday Night Brides / The Bridal Squad / Glam Squad & Groomsmen



Samantha Chase is a New York Times and USA Today bestseller of contemporary romance. She released her debut novel in 2011 and currently has more than forty titles under her belt! When she’s not working on a new story, she spends her time reading romances, playing way too many games of Scrabble or Solitaire on Facebook, wearing a tiara while playing with her sassy pug Maylene…oh, and spending time with her husband of 25 years and their two sons in North Carolina. Website / Facebook / Twitter / Instagram / Newsletter / BookBub

Review & Excerpt Tour: TWO WEDDING CRASHERS by Meghan Quinn




I don’t know what love is anymore. Well, that’s not entirely true, but I’m going to tell you a little secret: I’ve lost the spark. You know the kind of spark I’m talking about? Where butterflies take flight in your stomach from two hands innocently colliding. Or catching your breath when you first meet someone attractive. Yeah, that spark. Except I haven't felt that feeling in forever; there is nothing left inside of me. Normally, this wouldn’t be a problem--but I’m a writer on a serious deadline, and my editor is breathing down my neck for a romantic, Nicholas Sparks type love story. No pressure, right? That's how I find myself flying across the country to crash a wedding in the name of research, dress and heels stuffed into my small suitcase. It should be the easiest book research ever. Drinking some free champagne, basking in the love of two strangers, and tapping into my romantic side. That will be a breeze. I'm a pro. I can handle this. Until I mistakenly end up in the wrong hotel room, naked as the day I was born, with the sexiest human I have ever met staring me down, wondering what I'm doing taking a shower in his bathroom. I don't think calling it research will get me out of this pickle.  

        Chills scream their way down my arms and legs, my nipples pucker, and just like that, with one word, all humor vanishes from our little conversation and awareness of this all-consuming man wrapped around me hits me hard. Gathering myself, I say, “Tell me something Chris and Justine know about you.” “Hmm.” His thumbs hook under the waistband of my shorts, playing with the lower part of my hipbones. His touch spurs on my pelvis, needing to rock, begging for him to go lower. My toes curl in my sandals and my back slightly arches, reaching for more. “Something they know about me.” His mouth doesn’t stray from its position against my ear, and his hips start to slowly move underneath me, his legs tangling with mine. Involuntarily, one of my hands hooks the back of his neck as I hold on tightly to him, feeling like I need support from the onslaught of sensation I’m feeling. I hear him say something, but it doesn’t register in my brain, which has turned to mush as his thumbs stray from my hipbones to right above my pubic bone. There is no denying how turned on I am, how wet I am from his mere touch, how much—despite my reservations—I want this man. With each stroke, my head turns farther and farther to the side until our noses are touching, Beck’s head bends forward to meet me halfway. My eyes flutter shut for a brief moment before I open them and am captured by those flecks of green and gold. The air stills around us, our breath mixing, swirling between us, our lips so close. One swipe of this thumb. Another one. I can’t breathe. I can’t focus. Another swipe, my head leans even closer, my tongue wetting my lips. One more swipe . . . My heart hammers in my chest, my skin prickling with awareness. Beck brings his mouth even closer, only a whisper away now, and he waits. Holding still. His breathing feeling erratic beneath me. One. More. Swipe. And I’m gone. I bring my mouth to his, slowly parting my lips ever so slightly, just enough to maneuver my mouth across his. A low, provocative moan escapes Beck as one of his hands snags the back of my head and holds me in place, almost as if he lets go, I’ll disappear. Needing more, I shift on his lap so I’m straddling him once again, my hands on his bare chest, feeling the powerful sinew that holds him together. Our lips press and mold, mingling, taking, begging . . . Desperate. Beck’s tongue runs against my bottom lip, eliciting a moan from deep within me, lighting a fire so hot, so wild, my hands start to travel up his neck to his cheeks where I grip him, positioning his head so when I open my mouth, I can expertly dive my tongue onto his. He groans, his lap shifting against mine now, his hard-on pressing against my wet and throbbing center. I match his rocking, using my position on his lap to take advantage of his length I can feel through his board shorts. This is exactly what I didn’t want to happen, but God, am I happy it has. Maybe I really should live in the moment, maybe I should take advantage of the opportunity, maybe I should…  

Where do I start.? Firstly this is a book I would happily give 10 stars to in a heartbeat; what a joy it was to read this story.
Book 2 in the Dating by Numbers is a stand alone novel that was brilliantly written and executed. I loved not only Beck and Rylee but all their friends. This is a group of people I could easily see being my friends.
There were so many snort and laugh out loud moments throughout this book that I was in danger of being locked up. I laughed so hard I nearly cried, not to mention I woke my husband up.
Each time Beck opened his mouth I seemed to fall for him more and more. Rylee was such a great leading lady she matched him toe to toe which was exactly what both of them needed to get themselves  and Rylee in particular back into the land of the living.
Don’t get me wrong, this book was hilarious but at the same time Ms.Quinn handled several tragic and emotional events exceedingly well, with dignity and care.The regret and vulnerability Beck showed was heartbreaking to read at times and there were a few moments whilst reading that brought tears to my eyes.Throw in what fate had in store for Rylee and Two Wedding Crashers was at times like riding a roller-coaster, with highs and lows.
This is one of those books that you need to one click to experience the true brilliance of Meghan Quinn.
Cannot wait to read the third and final book in the series.

This story didn’t turn out to be what I thought it would be when I first started reading it. It was so much better than I imagined. I absolutely fell in love with not just the story, but these characters!  Beck and Rylee had off the chart emotional and physical chemistry right from the start. From their laugh-out-loud banter to their stories of heartache had me loving them for so many different reasons. As they both tried to make it a fun weekend fling neither could deny that there was more to it. Most of the time they enjoyed the fun and laughter of any new relationship, but somewhere deep down it was like their two broken hearts recognized the pain of the other and were put in each other path to simply heal each other and find happiness together.

Where do I start and what can I say that hasn’t already been said about Two Wedding Crashers........
Once again the very talented Meghan Quinn gives us another five star read, this author is surely the Queen of Rom-Com. This is book 2 in the Dating by Numbers series but I think it can be read as a stand-alone. Beck Wilder is the whole package he is hot, strong, fun and a little bit damaged, Rylee is strong, sassy and funny could they be the perfect match. I love this couple, the chemistry is off the charts, the banter flows, and I love that this book is told in both of their POV’s. I’m not sure what I expected for Beck and Rylee’s story but this book far exceeded everything I could have wished for, as always there was plenty of laugh out loud moments but this book is also a beautifully written journey about two people falling in love, this book also has some amazing secondary characters in Rylee’s close circle of friends and I hope they all get their own story. If you love rom-com please one click this book because this is a must read.

I'm not sure what I write about this insanely incredible story to do it justice. I think the author has such tremendous talent that shines through in the words she used to create this beautiful heartwarming book...centering on Rylee and Beck. I fell head over heals with Beck, no word of a lie. The most beautiful caring man to date and his heart...dear god, I think I want to marry this fictional character and hard. Seems silly I know but until you read this book, you can't judge me at all.
I loved Rylee and her friends, made me want to be friends with them too. I laughed so hard I had tears...and at one point I about sobbed, then sighed and swooned....hard....

This book is Top 1 for 2018. A round of applause is needed for the writers incredible talent!! Brilliant and a definite, absolute Must Read!!!

Born in New York and raised in Southern California, Meghan has grown into a sassy, peanut butter eating, blonde haired swearing, animal hoarding lady. She is known to bust out and dance if “It’s Raining Men” starts beating through the air and heaven forbid you get a margarita in her, protect your legs because they may be humped. Once she started commuting for an hour and twenty minutes every day to work for three years, she began to have conversations play in her head, real life, deep male voices and dainty lady coos kind of conversations. Perturbed and confused, she decided to either see a therapist about the hot and steamy voices running through her head or start writing them down. She decided to go with the cheaper option and started writing… enter her first novel, Caught Looking. Now you can find the spicy, most definitely on the border of lunacy, kind of crazy lady residing in Colorado with the love of her life and her five, furry four legged children, hiking a trail or hiding behind shelves at grocery stores, wondering what kind of lube the nervous stranger will bring home to his wife. Oh and she loves a good boob squeeze! Facebook | Follow on Goodreads | Website | Amazon Author Page | Instagram | Follow on BookBub

Friday, March 16, 2018

Blog Tour & Review by Jackie: CONFESSIONS: ROBBIE by Ella Frank


Confessions: Robbie, an all new tantalizing contemporary MMM Romance by Ella Frank is available NOW!

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Relationships are complex.
Love ever-changing.
And when it comes to rules of the heart,
they were made to be broken…
That’s what Robert Antonio Bianchi was telling himself, anyway.
Otherwise, he really had no excuse for what—or who—he’d done.
No excuse, except for his lonely heart, a pitcher of margaritas, four Bitter Bitches, and the apparent need to confess all his weaknesses to the two men he knew would bring him nothing but trouble.
But trouble was nothing new.
Just ask his crazy sisters or any of his friends, and they’d be the first to tell you:
If there was a bad decision to be made, Robbie always had a knack for making it.
And thus begins the story of the priest, the princess, and the prick.


If there’s a bad decision to make, I will make it. DRUNK-DIALING IS never a smart move. But drunk-dialing a married man? That is a monumentally stupid move. That was the thought rolling around Robbie’s muddled brain as he stood with his best friend Elliot at the bar of CRUSH and tossed back his fourth Bitter Bitch. The conversation he was having with himself wasn’t a new one—or a welcome one, he thought as he swayed on his feet and kind of stumbled into the stool beside him. But forgetting his lonely life with alcohol and men who were all wrong for him seemed like an increasingly good way to cope tonight. The hum and throb of the bass beat was rattling through him, but instead of feeling the pull he usually did to head out to the dance floor and have fun, tonight it seemed to be having the opposite effect. It was making him think really stupid thoughts. “You’re so wasted, Bianchi,” Elliot said as he grabbed Robbie’s arm and guided him to the barstool. “What’s that? Your third shot? And how many margaritas did you have at dinner?” Robbie held up two, then three fingers, and shrugged. “Who cares? Everyone had their New Year’s on Sunday. Tonight’s mine, and I want to celebrate.” “If you celebrate any more, you aren’t gonna remember your first night out of the New Year.” “Don’t care,” Robbie said, as he waved his hand through the air with flourish and leaned a little too much into the action. Luckily, Elliot was there to prop him up. “I wanna have fun tonight. Do something I shouldn’t.” Elliot leaned his elbows back on the bar so he was facing the dance floor and said, “Why don’t you get out there and let someone do you instead? You look gorgeous tonight, darling.” He’s right, I do look cute, Robbie thought. In his skinny jeans and purple V-neck tee that was practically a second skin, Robbie had gone all out with smoky eyes and a new pink shade of gloss he’d bought a couple of days ago that tasted like—mmm, strawberries. He could totally hit the dance floor, find a willing man, and let him do all kinds of things. But that seemed so boring tonight, so normal, and so not what he wanted. He wanted wild. He wanted adventure. He wanted danger. And when the two men he knew were both those things entered his mind, Robbie quickly shook his head, trying to shake them free. Stop thinking about them, he ordered himself, but that was easier said than done. One of them was one of the sexiest men he’d ever seen, and the other the most frustrating—and what was worse was that he couldn’t have either of them even if he wanted to. What was with everyone being fucking married all of a sudden? And to each other? But oh the dreams he’d been having lately. The three of them, all sweaty and naked; they were enough to make him want to No, no, no. That is the worst idea you could have, Robbie told himself. Drunk or sober. Worst. Idea. Ever. Plus, you don’t even like one of them. So stop obsessing over it. “Earth to Robbie…” Elliot said, waving a hand, and Robbie shrugged. “I don’t know. I’m just not in the mood.” You’re not in the mood to grind all over a naked man? Okay, where the hell is my best friend and what did you do with him?” Elliot asked as he swept his black bangs out of his eyes. “I don’t know.” Robbie slumped forward on the bar, dramatic as ever, and looked up at Elliot from under his lashes. “I think I’m in a state of mourning, El, and I don’t know how to get out of it.” Elliot frowned. “Is this about Logan? I thought you were happy for him and Tate?” “I am, but— Ugh. They just got engaged, and now all of a sudden, he’s married. Married.” “I know, babe. But you knew it was coming.” “Doesn’t make it any easier. Knowing there are two more beautiful men off the market forever due to a ring and a piece of paper is just depressing.” “Two more men?” Elliot said, regarding him with a suspicious eye. “Who else do you know who’s hitched?” Julien, Robbie instantly thought, as an image of the famous chef came to mind. Julien “the Prick” Thornton. And this time, as Julien’s name ran through Robbie’s head, he made a point to roll the Jul over his tongue the way Julien had when he’d introduced himself that night at the bar. That’s right…Julien “I’m gay, gorgeous, and, oh yeah, married to your worst enemy” Thornton. He was hitched. “No one,” Robbie said, and pouted. Then he swiveled on the stool to look out at the men gyrating all over one another. “You go and play for the both of us. I’m going to sit here and—” “Ferment?” “Okay that word is too big for my brain right now,” Robbie said, and winced. “Go and feel up the muscles and men for me. Someone should get some enjoyment out of them.” Elliot pursed his lips. “I don’t know…” “I’m just gonna sit here. Not going anywhere,” Robbie promised, crossing a finger over his chest. “Your heart is on the other side, genius.” Robbie switched sides and did it again. “I’m just gonna drown my sorrows so my body hurts tomorrow and will take my mind off my broken heart.” “Aww, cheer up, Buttercup. Your Prince Charming will come to you one day soon.” “Well, until then”—Robbie gestured for the bartender—“I’m going to drink myself into a deep slumber in the hopes that maybe he’ll come on me, or, you know, at least kiss me back to life.” Elliot placed a hand on Robbie’s arm. “Do not go anywhere. I’ll be back for you.” “I can’t feel my legs to move, so… I’ll stay. Like a good little boy.” “Don’t know how good you are, but…” Elliot chuckled, then before he headed out to the dance floor, said, “Where’s your phone?” Robbie dug into his pants pocket and pulled it free. Elliot opened the contacts and scrolled down to his name, and then set it on the bar in front of Robbie. “You need me, call. Do not leave this seat.” Robbie touched his fingertips to his temple in a sloppy salute and then hiccupped. “Yes, sir.” “Okay. Be back for you soon.” Elliot then turned to the bartender and said, “No more after this for him.” When the bartender nodded, Robbie’s mouth fell open. “Hello, you’re not my mother.” “Lucky for you. She’d be spanking your ass right now, not to mention your sisters, and I’m sure you’d much rather have that done by a man who would then pound it afterward. I’ll be back.” Robbie dismissed Elliot with a wave of his hand, and then took great interest in scrolling up and down his list of contacts, searching for someone to occupy his time. It wasn’t until he saw Julien’s number that he realized how drunk he was, because that was the only excuse he could think of as to why he hit call. 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Once again Ella Frank has given us a book worth so much more than 5 Stars, after reading about Robbie in Logan and Tate’s books I knew I needed to read his story but I never expected this beautiful amazing story, I was blown away. This book is romantic and extremely hot, it’s a journey rather than a love story about Robbie finding his true loves and if you love MM or MMM this is a must read......
Even though we first met Robbie in Logan and Tate’s story you do not need to have read any previous books to enjoy Robbie’s story. Robbie is a real character, he is flamboyant, he loves wearing bright colours but he is still looking for true love and deep down he is afraid of getting hurt. This book is Robbie, Julien and Priest’s story and it’s a story that is full of emotion, Julien and Priest are married but they need a third partner to complete their life could Robbie be the one, will Robbie take a chance and risk his heart ...........
Robbie is book one in the Confessions series and this book has left me with a real book hangover, I need book two now. Ella Frank knows how to tag at your heartstrings and this book certainly did that. I read this book in one sitting  it captivated me and took over my life for a few hours, if book one is anything to go by we are gearing up to another brilliant series from the very talented Ella Frank. If you haven’t already guessed Ioved this book.......

When the love of two find that it is the love of the third that makes them all complete, then you have the description of this complicated love story. It is not a triangle, but the mingling of three hearts finding their way to make each other happy. Who says love has to be conventional, neat and tied up with a bow?  Love can be messy, but when you know, you know. Unconventional, absolutely! Right for Priest, Julien and Robbie, absolutely!
And this story has now left us wondering what is in store next for these three amazing men!

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Ella Frank is the USA Today Bestselling author of the Temptation series, including Try, Take, and Trust and is the co-author of the fan-favorite contemporary romance, Sex Addict. Her Exquisite series has been praised as “scorching hot!” and “enticingly sexy!” Some of her favorite authors include Tiffany Reisz, Kresley Cole, Riley Hart, J.R. Ward, Erika Wilde, Gena Showalter, and Carly Phillips. EllaFrank 10.32.50 AM.jpg
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Review & Excerpt Tour: THE HOOK - UP EXPERIMENT by Emma Hart

1.Hate-screw my high school nemesis. 2.Remember to hate him. 3.Prove my brother wrong. It should be easy. It isn’t.   As the owner of Pick-A-Dick, New Orleans’ premier hook-up website, my job is simple. Connect two people for a no-strings, no-expectations hook-up. The plus for my clients is that I’m the one who gets to sift through the dick pics—except this time, they're required. My problem? My brother, co-owner of Pick-A-Dick’s sister dating site, doesn’t believe it’s possible to hook up with someone three times and not fall in love. I disagree. I know it’s possible. And my disagreement is exactly how I end up reconnected with my high school nemesis, Elliott Sloane. The guy who asked me to junior prom and then stood me up. Who egged my car when I rejected him, and convinced my senior homecoming date to ghost me. It should be easy to hate-screw him. If only he was still that person, instead of a hot-as-hell single dad, working as a builder to make ends’ meet, fighting for custody of his daughter. Not to mention packing in the pants department...   Three hook-ups. One outcome. Right?      

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      “Is she okay with that juice?” Peyton watched her go. I selected the Blu-ray from the cupboard and shot a smirk her way. “Sorry to break it to you, but you’re getting a juice box.” “I can live with that.” I turned away and hit the eject button on the player. “You didn’t have to say yes to her, you know.” “Of course, I had to. Have you seen those eyes? How do you say no to her, ever?” “I think of all the times she screams and swings her arms like a tiny terrorist, and it’s pretty easy.” I put the disk in and turned around. Peyton had one eyebrow raised. “See, now, I’d think that’s reason to say no.” “It depends on the day. Sometimes it results in her being put to bed to calm down, which means she ends up taking a rare afternoon nap, and I get some peace and quiet.” “That’s a thing around her? She was talking to me for thirty minutes flat about what I did and didn’t like.” “Only thirty minutes? Lucky you. She has about three hours of material of that.” I took a seat on the sofa, making sure to leave space between us for Bri. “Did she get started on hedgehogs yet?” Peyton looked a little confused. “Hedgehogs?” “YouTube is the devil.” “That…was quite the jump in subject.” I laughed as the main menu music hit on the TV. “I’m going to preface this by saying kids are weird.” “Some get that from their parents.” I blinked at her for a second. She wasn’t wrong if half these people who had a mini-career opening fucking toys on YouTube were parents. “There are a bunch of stupid videos on YouTube, and apparently, watching people open toys is thrilling.” Now, she looked really confused. “And on one of those she watched, the person had a pet hedgehog who wasn’t having the nonsense of her opening a Hatchimal on camera, so it stole the egg.” She blinked several times in quick succession. “I have no idea what you just said, and if I’m honest… Please don’t explain it.” I laughed and hit play on the TV. “Here’s your dooce-box,” Briony said, handing Peyton two. “And das mine. I can’t do the straws.” “Oh. Right. Okay.” Peyton looked at the two juices that had been thrust at her. Smiling, I took one from her. I pulled the straw off the back, out of the tiny plastic slip, and poked it through the foiled hole in the top. “There you go,” I said to Briony. “What do you want for dinner?” She put the straw in her mouth and pursed her lips as she sucked the juice up. Peyton watched her, lips twitching, as she put her straw in place. “Pizza!” Briony announced. Oh no. I’d eaten too much pizza lately. Was there such a thing as too much pizza? Maybe if the toppings were changed up… “Peydon, do you want pizza?” Bri asked, leaning right into her. “I like pizza,” she replied, smiling sweetly down at her. “What’s your favorite?” “I like spots and cheese.” “Spots?” I coughed on my water. “Pepperoni,” I explained. “They look like spots on the pizza.” Peyton’s eyes met mine for a minute. Silent laughter shone back at me. That really was toddler logic at its finest. “You know,” she said, looking down at Peyton. “Spots are my favorite, too!” Once again, Briony gasped. “Reawy?” “Really, really. I love spots.” Oh, Jesus. It might have been a mistake introducing these two. Not only was my daughter becoming increasingly obsessed with someone who seemed to be a brunette, adult version of her… No, that was the problem. Peyton was the brunette, adult version of Briony, attitude and all—and if there was anything my daughter didn’t need, it was someone who could teach her a thing or ten about sarcasm. “I’ll order pizza,” I said, going to stand. “Oh, you got it last time. I’ll go call them.” Peyton put her juice on the side table and tried to move, but Briony stopped her. “No. Mimi told me that only gentlemen buy dinner. Princesses sit and look priddy.” Peyton looked down at her. “Sit and look pretty? I like to buy my own pizza sometimes, and that’s okay.” Without missing a beat, Briony said, “Princesses sit and look priddy so the mens buying dinner don’t know dat we can kick dere butts.”    

The Hook -Up Experiment is book one in a new series from one of the best authors of Rom -Com and if this book is anything to go by she has another hit series on her hands. We first met Peyton in The Upside of Being Single but that doesn’t mean you need to have read that book to love this one.
Peyton and Elliott’s story is the perfect mix of love, romance and humour it has some hilarious laugh out loud moments and what can I say about the chemistry it’s off the charts. This is a second chance romance (Elliott broke Peyton’s heart in high school) and this time around she is determined not to let that happen again but when Peyton meets the adorable 3 year old daughter that Elliott is raising on his own her ovaries go into overdrive and she finds herself not only falling for the man but also falling for his beautiful daughter. Will second time around work for this couple .........
This book has it all, it’s funny, it’s hot, it has some great banter and what can I say about the wonderful chatter from the adorable 3 year old apart from she captured my heart. If you love  Rom-Com you won’t want to miss reading this one.

What a refreshing entertaining and funny book this was! I laughed, I loved the dynamic of the friendships in this story and the bonds the girls share. I thought the storyline was so good and I read it in a day!
When Peyton’s brother bets her, needless to say things get very interesting indeed, especially when her best friends set her up. Enter Elliott, a man from her past in.high school, that she hates...Oh it just gets better and better...I was was steamy, it was rather wonderful when given the real reason, Peyton needs to decide on how to move past all that hate....
This story makes you feel so much love for the characters and their antics....A truly great entertaining read!! Can't wait to see what's next in store for this series!!

By day, New York Times and USA Today bestselling New Adult author Emma Hart dons a cape and calls herself Super Mum to two beautiful little monsters. By night, she drops the cape, pours a glass of whatever she fancies—usually wine—and writes books. Emma is working on Top Secret projects she will share with her followers and fans at every available opportunity. Naturally, all Top Secret projects involve a dashingly hot guy who likes to forget to wear a shirt, a sprinkling (or several) of hold-onto-your-panties hot scenes, and a whole lotta love. She likes to be busy—unless busy involves doing the dishes, but that seems to be when all the ideas come to life.




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