What do a wrong number text, a burning building, and a
quirky florist have in common?
A hunky firefighter with an extra-large…hosepipe.
Kiss Me Tonight, an all-new hilarious
standalone romance from New York Times
bestselling author Emma Hart is available now!
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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Review
A wrong number text is bad enough, but accidentally add a picture of the male anatomy and you have the makings of what can be an awkward situation. Reagan took it in stride and informed the stranger that there was a mix up, From there a weird form of friendship ensues. Reagan never imagined that the guy from the wrong number text would end up being the guy that saved her.
Noah was embarrassed about the wrong number text, but he never thought in a million years he would ever meet the person he sent the text too. However, fate had other plans. When Noah discovers the recipient of his wrong number text is the girl he saved, they become a different type of friends. However, what starts out as a friendship leaves both Reagan and Noah with more than just friendly feelings towards each other. Can an awkward wrong number text turn into more?
From beginning to end, I was laughing while reading this book. This was such a feel-good story, and the wrong number text is so relatable! Maybe not the picture included, but the rest…hilarious! This story was lighthearted and so easy to read, I loved it! I loved the first book in this series, and now I am on edge waiting for book 3 because Ava needs her happily ever after!
Excerpt
“Hi.”
I glanced over at him, my lips
curving. “Hi.”
“You ready?”
“To escape the madhouse? What do you
think?”
“That I should put my foot down.”
I winked and clicked my belt into
place. “Let’s go. Where are we going?”
Noah pulled away from the curb. “I
was going to let you direct me. I haven’t been in town long, like I said, and I
definitely haven’t been out for lunch.”
I leaned back in the seat. “Hmm. What
do you want to eat?”
“You’re the one breaking out of jail.
I’m happy to go wherever you want to.”
“Oh, no. I hate making decisions like
this. Do you know how difficult it is to pick somewhere to eat?” I shifted my
whole body so I could look at him. “Do you want Chinese? Thai? Steak? Korean?
Pizza? Burgers? Caribbean? Mexican? Spanish? French? Italian?”
Noah’s gaze darted my way. “Do you
have all those places in Creek Falls?”
“No, but that doesn’t make the
decision any easier,” I replied. “Well? Burgers? Pizza? Mexican? Italian?
Steak? Or Chinese?”
“I don’t—shit me, I feel like I’m
being interrogated by the fucking Government.”
“You may as well be. Pick somewhere
and I’ll tell you where to go.”
“I said you can pick.”
“I don’t care. I’ve been everywhere.
They’re all good. You’re the new boy in town. Pick somewhere.”
“You’re demanding, do you know that?”
“Yes, Preston—oh, he’s my
brother—regularly points out how demanding and difficult I am.” I paused. “If
you really want me to pick, I will, but you can’t complain after.”
He turned the blinker on so we’d head
in the direction of Main Street. “You just said they’re all good.”
“They are, but it’s not my fault if
you feel like pizza and end up with a taco.”
“I can honestly say that I do not
care what I eat for lunch as long as it’s edible.”
“Right. Then turn left, then right, and
pull into the parking lot next to the liquor store.”
“I see you’re taking us to a
reputable location.”
“Oh, no. The liquor store is a pit
stop. It just happens to be on the way to the Mexican place I like.”
“I see. So you’re using me for
liquor.”
“You’ve met my great-aunt. Damn
straight I’m using you for liquor.”
About Emma Hart
Emma
Hart is the New York Times and USA Today bestselling author of over
thirty novels and has been translated into several different languages.
She is a mother, wife, lover
of wine, Pink Goddess, and valiant rescuer of wild baby hedgehogs.
Emma prides herself on her
realistic, snarky smut, with comebacks that would make a PMS-ing teenage girl
proud.
Yes, really. She's that
sarcastic.
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