Literaria: I dare you to KISS ME NOT

Hi, book buddies :-) Kisses are like starbursts in the blood, and this new series by creative Emma Hart is full of them!

Are you ready for KISS ME NOT?

MY OPINION

A funfair, a kissing booth, and two rivals who have a secret crush on each other. Cuteness alert!

I find this author’s sense of humour quite quirky and snarky. Perfect for some naughty fun in the middle of a cute romance. This first book in a series about three friends starts off with a librarian with a penchant for racoons. She might come off as angry, but she's harbouring a deep emotional craving for the rich hottie in town, the seemingly notorious and undeniably handsome Preston. And this year’s fair, they have a kissing challenge to win.

It's non-stop fun for this enemies to lovers rom-com because he knows how to push her buttons and I loved every minute of it. Food, kissing competitions, girl time with lots of ice-cream and hilarious dialogues, animal shenanigans, and a couple in the making that banters and toys with indifference until kisses make it all real and bothered.

Ah, the first kiss! It's magical, and totally worth the wait.

I had a lot of fun with the general craziness of friends, relatives, racoons and the push-and-pull between Preston and Halley. The funfair in this little town was a great setting, and the fireworks really explode when this couple admit their feelings. Cute, sarcastic and a pinch of hot mix well in this little town. I'm quite hopeful for the next book because the premise is too dirty to pass up 😂

Favourite quotes:

All the best ideas start out as terrible ones.

That kiss was the one that held everything I'd never said.

Kiss Me Not

Releasing August 27th

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Let me make this clear right here, right now: I, Halley Dawson, do not care that Preston Wright is kissing other women.

Not a lick. Not at all. Nuh-uh-freakin’-uh.

I do care that he’s doing it six feet away from me behind a gaudy velvet curtain—making him my competition in this year’s kissing contest.

Why do I care, you ask? Because I’ve had an unfortunate crush on the insufferable idiot since I was sixteen years old, but I also know it’s never going to happen.

He’s the Creek Falls bachelor to die for, and I’m the Creek Falls racoon lady who puts peanut butter sandwiches out for them every night.

I’m not going to let him break my four-year-long reign—no matter how many times he breaks the rules and slides the curtain across to do the one thing he’s not allowed to:

Kiss me.

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Enjoy an excerpt

“I never answered your question.”

“What question?” I darted my eyes to the side.

“Just now. You asked me if I wanted to kiss you.”

I did, didn’t I? Right. “Oh,” was all I said.

Slowly, he moved his hand to my chin and gently lifted it. Still, I didn’t look at him, keeping my eyes firmly trained on the front of the tent, even though I was facing him.

“Halley.”

“Yeah?”

“I want to kiss you.”

My eyes darted to his.

“I thought that’d do it.” His lips twitched, and he lowered his head until I had to fight the urge to close my eyes in anticipation of the kiss that was coming.

I swallowed, my lips parting.

Preston moved closer.

And he kissed my cheek.

I jerked out of whatever trance I’d just been in. “What the hell?”

He jumped off the stage, grinning. “I guess we’ll have to wait until tomorrow to break the stalemate, won’t we?”

“Oh, hell no!” I jumped off, stalking him to his side of the stage. “You just stood there in front of me and told me you want to kiss me, then kiss my cheek? The hell was that?”

His eyebrows shot up, amusement flashing in his eyes. “If I didn’t know better, I’d think you wanted to kiss me, too.”

“Irrelevant,” I shot back. “But you’re a special kind of asshole to tell a girl you wanna kiss her and then not do it.” I turned around, then stopped. “You know what? When I beat you tomorrow, you can kiss my ass.”

“You’re way too mad about this.”

“I’m not mad!” My voice raised a few octaves. “I couldn’t care if you want to kiss me or not. I most certainly don’t want to kiss you.”

“Why are you shouting at me?”

“I’m not—” I was shouting at him. “Whatever,” I said in a normal voice. “Make sure you take that money to the bank. Tell Tish I sent you.”

I left him on his side of the curtain and went to get my purse. He could get fucked. After all that where I think I was so damn nervous I broke a sweat, he didn’t even kiss me.

I wasn’t lying with what I said.

He could kiss my ass.

I’d even wear my good panties and bend over for him.

Kiss Me Tonight

Releasing September 24th

What do a wrong number text, a burning building, and a quirky florist have in common?

A hunky firefighter with an extra-large…hosepipe.

In hindsight, I never should have opened that text message. The last thing I needed first thing on a Monday was a picture of some stranger’s, um, eggplant, in my inbox.

I also should have replaced the batteries in my fire alarm, because my Friday night did not need to end with my apartment building going up in flames.

But it’s fine. It’s fine. Everything is fine.

I’m only lying in a hospital bed with more split ends than I’ve ever had, almost all my Earthly possessions have turned to ash, and apparently, they don’t serve wine to patients in this place.

But like I said, it’s fine.

Until he walks in.

The guy who saved my life. My hero. Noah Jacobs.

And the universe is amusing itself at my expense, because the dirty photo I woke up to on Monday?

It’s his.

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