What do you do when you’re the reigning kissing booth champion but the only person you want to kiss is your best friend’s brother?
Kiss Me Not, an all-new hilarious brother’s best friend romance from New York Times bestselling author Emma Hart is available now!
Title: Kiss Me Not
Author: Emma Hart
Series: Kiss Me #1
Genre: Adult romantic comedy
Release Date: August 27th, 2019
Source: E-galley from Social Butterfly PR which did not influence my opinion
My rating: 5 stars
And then, then there is the fish that Preston named Uranus. As with every book by this author, there is always one scene that I end up laughing so hard as I’m reading that if my dogs are snuggling with me, I disturb them and they jump up and give me dirty looks. Not to mention the part where Preston asks Halley to “Hold Uranus for a minute” and her response to that is what had me laughing so hard, and I still get the giggles that are hard to stop whenever I think about that part. And also as usual, there were the grandmothers and great aunts that were as hilarious as any other character in the book. I loved that we also got to spend a little time with some characters from one of the author’s other books, The Accidental Girlfriend. I was staying up reading last night, and finally had to put the book down to go to sleep since I had to work this morning. I really wished it was still summer, or maybe the weekend even, so that I could have stayed up all night to finish reading it.
I’m extremely glad for more books in the series, because I can’t wait to see what romance has in store for Halley’s friends!
“I never answered your question.”
“What question?” I darted my eyes to the side.
“Just now. You asked me if I wanted to kiss you.”
I did, didn’t I? Right. “Oh,” was all I said.
Slowly, he moved his hand to my chin and gently lifted it. Still, I didn’t look at him, keeping my eyes firmly trained on the front of the tent, even though I was facing him.
“I want to kiss you.”
My eyes darted to his.
“I thought that’d do it.” His lips twitched, and he lowered his head until I had to fight the urge to close my eyes in anticipation of the kiss that was coming.
I swallowed, my lips parting.
Preston moved closer.
And he kissed my cheek.
I jerked out of whatever trance I’d just been in. “What the hell?”
He jumped off the stage, grinning. “I guess we’ll have to wait until tomorrow to break the stalemate, won’t we?”
“Oh, hell no!” I jumped off, stalking him to his side of the stage. “You just stood there in front of me and told me you want to kiss me, then kiss my cheek? The hell was that?”
His eyebrows shot up, amusement flashing in his eyes. “If I didn’t know better, I’d think you wanted to kiss me, too.”
“Irrelevant,” I shot back. “But you’re a special kind of asshole to tell a girl you wanna kiss her and then not do it.” I turned around, then stopped. “You know what? When I beat you tomorrow, you can kiss my ass.”
“You’re way too mad about this.”
“I’m not mad!” My voice raised a few octaves. “I couldn’t care if you want to kiss me or not. I most certainly don’t want to kiss you.”
“Why are you shouting at me?”
“I’m not—” I was shouting at him. “Whatever,” I said in a normal voice. “Make sure you take that money to the bank. Tell Tish I sent you.”
I left him on his side of the curtain and went to get my purse. He could get fucked. After all that where I think I was so damn nervous I broke a sweat, he didn’t even kiss me.
I wasn’t lying with what I said.
He could kiss my ass.
I’d even wear my good panties and bend over for him.