Just Released + Official Review! Catching Carly by Emma Hart



Pageflex Persona [document: PRS0000035_00027]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 received a copy in exchange for an honest review

I know that when I open an Emma Hart book, I better be prepared for lots of laughter, great supporting characters, and plenty of heat! Emma takes us back to Barley Cross for another round of hilarity, desire, and of course…love! Carly and Zeke kept my funny bone tickled and libido stoked and never wanting to leave this world with a cute humping dog, a horny grandmother, and endless chocolate cakes and yummy muffins. I didn’t think that I could be more in love with this fictional world after meeting and falling for Brooke and Cain, but Emma quickly showed me that my love for her writing, knows no bounds and I will always have room in my heart for another one of her fun lovin’, sexy couples.

Carly Porter finds herself still working as a bank teller even though she has an accounting degree, feeling left out of the love fest between two of very best friends, and having lust/hate feelings for her best friend’s brother. What more could go wrong? How about everything! Carly drags us into her world to experience every WTF moment, raging hormone, and desire laden moan. I couldn’t help but fall so hard for this heroine, and her little dog too, that could always make me laugh until the tears rolled down my face and had me crying for mercy. I adored every ounce of her crazy and reveled in it from beginning to end.

Ezekiel (Zeke) Elliott had me enchanted with his wicked smile, cheesy pick up lines, and his special nickname for Carly…sugartits. I wanted to hump him more than Carly’s dog Delilah and was so ready for him to rock Carly’s world! There is something about a hero that makes me laugh that sets my heart aflutter, causes involuntary sighs, and keeps me panting for more.

Emma Hart delivers another funny, heart stopping read that gives us feisty heroines that we want to be our gal pals, family members that we wish were ours, and heroes that we want to lick and…you get the picture. I highly recommend Catching Carly along with Being Brooke for equal amounts of humorous, steamy, and life goals to live by. Emma Hart is a steward of her craft that weaves spells over all her readers with stories that we can’t help but become attached to and want to read and be a part of again and again.






“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.”





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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