1.Hate-screw my high school nemesis. 2.Remember to hate him. 3.Prove my brother wrong. It should be easy. It isn’t. As the owner of Pick-A-Dick, New Orleans’ premier hook-up website, my job is simple. Connect two people for a no-strings, no-expectations hook-up. The plus for my clients is that I’m the one who gets to sift through the dick pics—except this time, they're required. My problem? My brother, co-owner of Pick-A-Dick’s sister dating site, doesn’t believe it’s possible to hook up with someone three times and not fall in love. I disagree. I know it’s possible. And my disagreement is exactly how I end up reconnected with my high school nemesis, Elliott Sloane. The guy who asked me to junior prom and then stood me up. Who egged my car when I rejected him, and convinced my senior homecoming date to ghost me. It should be easy to hate-screw him. If only he was still that person, instead of a hot-as-hell single dad, working as a builder to make ends’ meet, fighting for custody of his daughter. Not to mention packing in the pants department... Three hook-ups. One outcome. Right?
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Peyton and Elliott have a past-one that left quite the sour taste in Peyton's mouth. 10 years later and she still hasn't forgotten or forgiven Elliott for the way things went down in high school. Some might think that in 10 years she should have moved on, but sometimes things just aren't that easy. But there's still an undeniable chemistry between them even years later and I loved seeing how it all played out.
This story was unique. The idea of this company that Peyton runs? Oh, it had me laughing. The banter between these characters totally worked. The sexy times were sexy. The secondary characters? Well, I absolutely loved them. I'm a sucker for a single dad story and I think the author nailed that part of this book.
This sassy and sexy book was a fast read for me. I didn't want the story to end and I look forward to (hopefully) get a glimpse of these characters in the next book in the series. I would absolutely recommend this title.
Elliott is her high school nemesis and, as this always seems to happen, was actually not the villain in her fairy tale that she has always believed. I think there is a person, or a situation, in the life of all of us that we wish we could go back to, to try it again, to listen to the explanation of the other person...just to see if things were really as we always thought.
A lot of this book worked for me, the idea that the dislike goes back to high school...it's a tough time in anyone's life and thinking a person intentionally hurt you? That would linger. Just like it does for Peyton. And, as it is high school, and you move on from that place in your life (at least physicialy) it made sense that the slight would linger.
I loved their initial attraction, how honest Elliott was, how unwilling he was to let her stay distant from him, and how genuinely nice he was. It really made it work and the reader gets to know Elliott and see that, just maybe, it is time to let the past go in favor of the future.
Some of Emma Hart's novels leave the characters a little bit in what feels like a happily for now ending, but this one, I believe they are a couple who is together for the long haul.
I enjoyed this title, and I recommend it.
“Is she okay with that juice?” Peyton watched her go. I selected the Blu-ray from the cupboard and shot a smirk her way. “Sorry to break it to you, but you’re getting a juice box.” “I can live with that.” I turned away and hit the eject button on the player. “You didn’t have to say yes to her, you know.” “Of course, I had to. Have you seen those eyes? How do you say no to her, ever?” “I think of all the times she screams and swings her arms like a tiny terrorist, and it’s pretty easy.” I put the disk in and turned around. Peyton had one eyebrow raised. “See, now, I’d think that’s reason to say no.” “It depends on the day. Sometimes it results in her being put to bed to calm down, which means she ends up taking a rare afternoon nap, and I get some peace and quiet.” “That’s a thing around her? She was talking to me for thirty minutes flat about what I did and didn’t like.” “Only thirty minutes? Lucky you. She has about three hours of material of that.” I took a seat on the sofa, making sure to leave space between us for Bri. “Did she get started on hedgehogs yet?” Peyton looked a little confused. “Hedgehogs?” “YouTube is the devil.” “That…was quite the jump in subject.” I laughed as the main menu music hit on the TV. “I’m going to preface this by saying kids are weird.” “Some get that from their parents.” I blinked at her for a second. She wasn’t wrong if half these people who had a mini-career opening fucking toys on YouTube were parents. “There are a bunch of stupid videos on YouTube, and apparently, watching people open toys is thrilling.” Now, she looked really confused. “And on one of those she watched, the person had a pet hedgehog who wasn’t having the nonsense of her opening a Hatchimal on camera, so it stole the egg.” She blinked several times in quick succession. “I have no idea what you just said, and if I’m honest… Please don’t explain it.” I laughed and hit play on the TV. “Here’s your dooce-box,” Briony said, handing Peyton two. “And das mine. I can’t do the straws.” “Oh. Right. Okay.” Peyton looked at the two juices that had been thrust at her. Smiling, I took one from her. I pulled the straw off the back, out of the tiny plastic slip, and poked it through the foiled hole in the top. “There you go,” I said to Briony. “What do you want for dinner?” She put the straw in her mouth and pursed her lips as she sucked the juice up. Peyton watched her, lips twitching, as she put her straw in place. “Pizza!” Briony announced. Oh no. I’d eaten too much pizza lately. Was there such a thing as too much pizza? Maybe if the toppings were changed up… “Peydon, do you want pizza?” Bri asked, leaning right into her. “I like pizza,” she replied, smiling sweetly down at her. “What’s your favorite?” “I like spots and cheese.” “Spots?” I coughed on my water. “Pepperoni,” I explained. “They look like spots on the pizza.” Peyton’s eyes met mine for a minute. Silent laughter shone back at me. That really was toddler logic at its finest. “You know,” she said, looking down at Peyton. “Spots are my favorite, too!” Once again, Briony gasped. “Reawy?” “Really, really. I love spots.” Oh, Jesus. It might have been a mistake introducing these two. Not only was my daughter becoming increasingly obsessed with someone who seemed to be a brunette, adult version of her… No, that was the problem. Peyton was the brunette, adult version of Briony, attitude and all—and if there was anything my daughter didn’t need, it was someone who could teach her a thing or ten about sarcasm. “I’ll order pizza,” I said, going to stand. “Oh, you got it last time. I’ll go call them.” Peyton put her juice on the side table and tried to move, but Briony stopped her. “No. Mimi told me that only gentlemen buy dinner. Princesses sit and look priddy.” Peyton looked down at her. “Sit and look pretty? I like to buy my own pizza sometimes, and that’s okay.” Without missing a beat, Briony said, “Princesses sit and look priddy so the mens buying dinner don’t know dat we can kick dere butts.”
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.