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?
So, you know those books you love, the ones with the snarky heroine and the hero who is kind of a jerk, but you can’t help but love him. Okay, good. Now, take that book and times it by a hundred and you have the fun brilliance that is Catching Carly.
Carly Porter’s life is a mess of her own making. She’s a self-proclaimed a&%)@(e, an awesome best friend and she’s lonely. Now that her two BFFs, Brooke and Cain, have finally admitted their feelings and are happily in love, Carly is feeling a bit left out. She is also fighting a raging case of regret after sleeping with Cain’s sexy, older brother, Zeke. Zeke was engaged to be married two years ago, only to find his fiancée in bed with his friend two weeks before their wedding. Needless to say, Zeke lacks in the trust department, especially when it comes to women. But, ever since that drunken night of sex with Carly Porter, he can’t get her out of his head. Only problem…they hate each other.
So, if you only minutely like Emma Hart’s books (and if that is the case, what the heck are you thinking???), Catching Carly is hard not to love. Carly is funny, sassy, snarky, honest to a fault and she can’t see to control her mouth from saying what her brain is thinking. It is absolutely hysterical. Her interactions with everyone cracked me up. Zeke is, as I said above, a jerk, but a lovable one. He is kind of a mess, himself, what with the trust issues and lingering attraction to Carly and all. Their hate for each other runs hot like their true feelings. The book literally simmers with their feelings.
You’ve got Carly and Zeke who are so attracted to each other both trying to deny their feelings. Then you have outside interference from, well, everyone else, because they’ve all figured out that Carly and Zeke love each other. You put this all together and you get a laugh out loud funny book about letting go and giving in. With Hart’s signature snarky, in your face writing, this book is sure to be on your favorites list faster than you can say Carly.
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“Don’t blame me,” he says. “You’re easy to rile. You rise to the bait every time…Like a pretty little piranha.”
“Did you just—” I spin, the wet cloth in my hand, and stare at him.
He’s holding my cake. And he’s bitten into it. The frosting is on his nose.
I respond the only possible way. I throw the cloth I’m holding at his face. It’s a damn good shot, because it opens up mid-air and covers half his face, leaving one of his eyes uncovered.
Brooke coughs and looks away.
“Thanks.” Zeke wipes his face off with the cloth and chucks it back to me. “I needed that. The damn frosting gets everywhere.”
“My frosting,” I shoot at him, turning the tap back on. “My cupcake, my frosting, your karma.”
“You two are exhausting.” Brooke sighs, joining me at the sink. “You either need to be separated on a permanent basis, like three-year-olds, or just have sex.”
My stomach loop-the-loops. “Unless he comes with batteries, I’m not interested.”
“I don’t need batteries,” Zeke offers, his sexy grin now an even sexier smirk. “It’s pretty easy to keep going when you’re being prayed to mid-fuck.”
“Why? Because you’re a god?” Brooke asks dryly. “How original of you. That’s never been used by a guy in the history of ever.”
Well. In all fairness, I might have begged to a deity once or twice when we…Never mind.
Not thinking about that.
“Can we not talk about sex?” I look around the room.
“Why?” Cain grins. “Aren’t you getting any?”
I look him dead in the eye and say, “I don’t need any.”
Zeke snorts. “People always need sex, Carly.”
I turn my attention to him and raise my eyebrow. “No. People need oxygen and water and food. You don’t even need sex to make babies now. Your point is moot.”
About the Author:
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.