Review and excerpt: Kiss Me Not by Emma Hart

Review

I adore Emma Hart and every one of her books have me rolling. Kiss Me Not does not disappoint. I love Halley and Preston. Ava and Reagan, Preston’s sister are just as comical as Halley. This book came out just when I needed a dose of comedy in my life. Everyone has their quirks but Halley’s is a bit odd. How many people take care of a family of raccoons? She even named them and took them to the vet! Those quirks are what makes her character relatable and adored by the reader.

Halley Dawson is the reigning queen of the town’s annual Kissing Booth, a four year reign by the way. This year, the mayor has decided to change things up and find Halley some actual competition–Preston Wright. Preston is not only the town’s most eligible bachelor but her best friend’s older brother. Oh and she’s has a crush on him since she was 16. But that’s not going to stop Halley from beating Preston. She always wins her bets. Never lost one yet.

Preston knows he should tell the mayor no when he called. Being that close to Halley is dangerous. He suspects his sister knows about his secret crush on her best friend, Reagan doesn’t say anything. Which that of itself is a shock. Reagan, Ava, and Halley are three women not to be trifled with. Loud, sassy, and in Halley’s case sexy as hell. Perhaps this is his window of opportunity with Halley. He needs to at least try. That’s why he makes the bet with Halley. He knows that the three girls are constantly betting with each other over stupid things. If he wins, he can finally kiss Halley and either get her out of his system or fall head over heels in love with her. After all, what can go wrong when kissing tons of women while pining after the one kissing the same amount of men?

What do you do when you’re the reigning kissing booth champion but the only person you want to kiss is your best friend’s brother?

Kiss Me Not, an all-new hilarious brother’s best friend romance from New York Times bestselling author Emma Hart is available now!

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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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.