Thursday, 9 March 2017



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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?




5 stars

Emma Hart is the queen of Romantic Comedy.  The bar is raised higher each time she writes a book and Catching Carley has shot that bar through the roof!   The humor she writes and the one-liners will have you laughing out loud.  This enemy to lover’s story will keep you on your toes with the flirting and quick back and forth banter.

Carly is feisty and independent.  She’s looking for her own love after feeling like she’s become the third wheel since her besties are now lovers.  She’ll even look for love online but desperation hits an all-time low when she sleeps with her best friend’s brother after a night of too much drinking.

Zeke has the best timing when it comes to Carly.  He knows how to catch her off guard, when to show up when she least expects it and irritate her to no end.  He doesn’t want to want her as much as he does since he has his own trust issues with women.  But can you say perfect boyfriend material?

This couple struggles with the chemistry and pull they have towards each other.  There’s no denying they want each other but do the really hate each other even more?  Carly doesn’t want to think about her best friend’s brother’s privates but she can’t help it.  One night is all it takes and now Carly can’t stop thinking about them.

 I couldn’t help but fall in love with Zeke and I’m still smiling thinking about these two.  The supporting characters are completely relatable.  We all have one or two of these people in our lives.  Deliliah was my favorite and I know what it's like to have and talk to your four legged "roommate".

The nicknames and comebacks are part of my vocabulary now.  Emma Hart is an automatic one-click for me and never disappoints.  I strongly encourage you to grab Catching Carly and be ready to be entertained.  If you really want a treat, grab Being Brooke – Barley Cross #1 to find out how all these characters came to be.   

       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. “No.” “Liar.” “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. Zeke chuckles. “Help me, you pig!” More laughter. “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.”       CATCHING CARLY-teaser4            
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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