My name is Carly Porter… And I’m really good at bad decisions.
How do I know this, exactly? Well, not including the time I accidentally bleached my eyebrows or sprained my ankle changing a lightbulb…
I had sex with my best friend’s brother.
Zeke Elliott has been a thorn in my side for eleven years. A very sexy, very tempting, very freaking annoying one. With big…hands.
And now my clitoris has a crush on the guy.
Seriously. I can’t look at him without my vagina performing accidental kegels. Which would be fine, but he’s Cain’s brother. I hate him. He’s off limits, right?
I thought that Being Brooke was a fun and witty story, so I was eager for Brooke’s best friend Carly to get her own story. I also love the fact that her love interest is Zeke, Cain’s cocky brother. This was a sweet and fast paced romantic comedy that I really enjoyed reading. It made me laugh out loud many times, and also cringe at some of the particularly awkward moments. I’m glad that I read this one and I’ll definitely continue reading anything that the awesome Emma Hart writes. I recommend this if you’re looking for a lighthearted and funny romance.
Carly is a hot mess but you have to love her for that. Her life isn’t quite as messy and complicated as Brooke’s was in the last book, but she still doesn’t have her dating life together. She’s hilarious and full of witty comments. She’s also extremely sassy and doesn’t take anyone’s crap. I wouldn’t say that she’s my favorite character, but she was still pretty solid as a whole. It was a little difficult for me to connect with her at times, but she was still a fun person.
Zeke was an awesome character, and he was a little different from your average Emma Hart hero. His personality is cocky and very sexual, but he uses it as a front to cover up his real insecurities from finding out that his fiancee was cheating on him right before he got married. So he has a lot of understandable trust issues and doesn’t open up to others easily. Other than that though, he was still swoony in his own way. He had some really sweet and adorable moments that I liked seeing. The only problem was that some of his swoony scenes just kind of came out of nowhere. He’s the type of guy who expresses his feelings in other ways than just saying it, so it was a bit out of character for him to say these amazing things.
The romance between Zeke and Carly was pretty great for the most part. They start out as being enemies but it gradually becomes a lot more than just that. I liked all of the banter that went down between them. It was hilarious and witty, and I’m always a fan of that. For the most part though, the relationship is built on the physical attraction that they have. I felt like the emotional part wasn’t explored as well as it could have been. I also didn’t really understand why they were enemies in the first place. I won’t lie though, the sex was pretty steamy for the most part.
Catching Carly wasn’t my favorite book by any means, but it was still a pretty decent novel as a whole. The pacing was rather quick, and I wasn’t able to put it down once I started reading it. It’s a quick and light read that doesn’t contain a lot of angst. If you enjoyed Being Brooke, you’ll be happy to know that both Brooke and Cain as well as some of the other characters feature pretty heavily in this one. Emma Hart is such a great author, and is now one of my go to authors when I’m looking for a light romantic comedy.
I close my eyes and slip one leg out of the window.
Everybody can see my panties.
Not that anyone is here, but I just know everybody can.
This is horrible. And it hurts.
I’m never dating again.
I’m going to buy fifty cats. They’ll never make me climb out of a bathroom window.
“You’re looking at my underwear, aren’t you?” I ask, unfortunately pausing with my legs wide open.
“It’s nice underwear.”
“Oh god.” I swing my other leg down a little too quick.
My dress rides up.
Right over my ass.
And my feet can’t reach the crates.
“Help me, you pig!”
“I’m gonna be stuck here forever. Oh my god.”
The bathroom door opens.
Can this get any worse?
A fifty-something woman I don’t recognize freezes in the middle of the restroom.
I smile sweetly.
She eyes me suspiciously before shuffling into a cubicle.
“Get me down!” I hiss, kicking my legs. “Now, Ezekiel!”
Something scrapes and knocks together.
“Still so hot when you call me that. Especially when your ass is out.” Thud. “All right, sweetcheeks. I’ve got you.”
“Sweetcheeks? What is wrong with you?”
“Look, you can hang there all night bitchin’ at me if you want, but it’s not my bare ass in the middle of the alley. As much as I’m enjoying the view.”
“Oh my god,” I groan. “You swear you’ll catch me?”
“I swear.” His fingertips brush against my bare legs.
My shudder is disguised by the trembling of my arms as I lower myself down.
Zeke’s fingers trail up the outsides of my thighs until he grasps my waist. “Let go.”
I freeze, tensing up.
“Carly, let go. I have hold of you. I won’t drop you.”
Still tensed, I let go of the window ledge.
My life flashes before my eyes. Seriously. I see everything from my first memory to the moment I let go of the ledge and I squeal because I’m going to die and I know that he’s going to drop me and—
Zeke’s strong grip solidifies when he wraps his arm around my waist and holds me against him. “There,” he says calmly into my ear. “You dropped about six inches. You’re hardly cliff-diving.”
I open my eyes and look down at where his arm is pressed across my stomach. His grip is tight, and the popping veins on his forearm trace tantalizing lines across his skin.
And my dress is still around my hips.
I reach down and tug the material over my upper thighs. “Thank you.”
“You’re welcome.” He releases me, and when he jumps down from the crates, I see a flash of his cocky grin. “Nice thong.”
That explains the grin.
I clear my throat. “Thank you. It took me an hour to pick.”
“From your drawer?”
“No. From Victoria Secret. Have you seen how many panties are on that website?”
Zeke holds his hands out for me to take. “Oh, yeah. I’m wearing a pair right now.”
My lips curve slowly as I step down onto the ground. “Interesting. What type? Brief? Thong? Boy short? V-string?”
He blinks at me when I put my shoes on. “Why do you need so many different types? It’d be much easier if you just wore none at all.”
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.