Just Released + Official Review! The Upside to Being Single by Emma Hart

 

If anyone asks, I knew better than to flash my boobs for Mardi Gras beads.

I still don’t know why I did it.
Maybe it was the dare from my two best friends.
Maybe it was the guys on the balcony saying they’d throw Fireball shots with the beads.
Or maybe it was the quiet guy in the corner of that same balcony with piercing gray eyes, wavy dark hair, and a smile so tempting I wanted to climb up there and lick it off his face.
Maybe it was because I never thought I’d see them again.
Not that it matters. Not today.
Because the hotel I manage was finally bought—and the guy who walks in and introduces himself as my new boss is Mr. Tall, Dark, and Silent.

There are many upsides to being single.
Your new boss knowing what your boobs look like?
Not one of them.

 

OFFICIAL REVIEW!

I received a copy and voluntarily left a review.

I could not wait to get my hands on The Upside to Being Single, I mean hello…who doesn’t want to read it when the heroine flashes her boobs to her new boss/love interest? If that isn’t an ice breaker what is? Add in that Emma Hart is one of my absolute favorite authors and I love her sassy, snarky characters and I was ready to dive in ever since the blurb was released! From the beginning of Mellie and Jake’s story, I found myself smitten and snorting with laughter. These two have the witty banter flying back and forth faster than a volley ball and the tension is scorching among all the powdered donuts and boob talk!

Mellie Rogers is the epitome of sassy, cute, and did I say clutzy! She kept the tears of mirth rolling down my face and had me falling hard for her and her friends Chloe and Peyton among cocktails, dick pics, and flashing boobs for beads. Emma creates a character that is clumsy, funny, intelligent and I adored every minute with this quirky heroine, who gives new meaning to the phrases “spitfire” and “hot mess” and loved getting to know so much about what makes her tick…or fall down.

Jacob Creed has us licking our lips from the moment he is introduced on a shadowy balcony with his tousled dark hair, smoldering looks, and penetrating gray eyes. I loved that he gave as good as he got with Mellie and had a comment to back up every moment of her snark. He kept me a puddle of goo with every dirty word that flowed from his beautiful lips and threats of spankings. Let’s just say if he wasn’t just fictional there would be more women in line than just Mellie to receive his brand of punishments! Spank me please Mr. Creed!

Emma Hart delivers a romance that leaves you wishing for more time inside this fictional hotel built in the middle of a flavor filled city like New Orleans…I can see the Mardi Gras beads flying already! I highly recommend The Upside to Being Single for a story filled with punches of hilarity and heat that is sure to keep you rolling with laughter and radiating with desire. Emma exudes so much talent and storytelling skills that you can’t wait to open one of her books and have her characters become a part of your world as much as you become a part of theirs.

 

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“I just—I don’t get it.” I threw myself onto the sofa and almost sent the box of donuts flying onto the floor.
Thankfully, Peyton was quicker than the box. She grabbed it and sat back, hugging it to herself. “First, watch the donuts. I got the last two pink sprinkles, and I’m partial to them.” She stroked the top of the box. “Second, what don’t you get? How he doesn’t care about your boobs? I don’t care about them either.”
“You’re not supposed to care about my boobs. You’re a woman, for a start.”
“I care about your boobs,” Chloe interrupted, tucking her blond hair behind her ear. “I think you have great boobs. Bra or no bra.”
“Usually no bra,” Peyton added.
“I’m not afraid to throw something at you,” I warned her. “This is awkward.”
“Ugh! Get over yourself, Melanie!” Peyton snapped her fingers. “You are a grown woman. He is a grown man. He saw your tits. So what? Steven Lawrence saw your tits five times in junior year.”
I snatched a donut from the box. Don’t tell my hips. “We were dating! It’s entirely different!”
Chloe delicately picked up a white-iced donut before saying, “She’s right. It is different, Peyt. They were dating, and Jacob is her boss. You can’t expect her to just get over that. It is partly your fault.”
“It’s just as much your fault,” Peyton reminded her, then looked at me and nodded toward Chloe. “Drunky smurf over here shook her Tic-Tacs like she was in front of a bachelor party leaving a curry house.”
I choked on my laughter. “That’s not the point. You got us drunk. It’s almost entirely your fault.”
“Look, sunshine,” she said, tearing a bite of donut off the ring so her words were muffled. “I didn’t grab your shirt and whip it up like a two-dollar hooker on overtime. You did that, so grow a pair and take responsibility for your actions.”
“You sound like you don’t want to take responsibility for yours.”
“Hey. You’re big girls. You can refuse cocktails.”
Chloe and I shared a glance. “Refuse cocktails?” she said. “I don’t understand.”
“You have us mixed up with your other friends,” I continued. “But, wait. You don’t have other friends.”
“I have plenty of friends,” Peyt said.
“Friends without penises. Or benefits.”
She paused. “We’re not talking about me. We’re talking about your hot boss who knows what your tits look like.”
“You’re not helping.”
“I’m not trying to help. I’m trying to slap your size-eight ass into reality, you idiot.”
“Slap mine into reality and I’m putting yours on a catapult. Right into the middle of the gulf.” I tore my donut in two and gave her boobs a pointed look. “I always wondered if silicone would float.”

 

 

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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