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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My very first Emma Hart book! I can certainly say it won't be my last and i'm eager for the next book in this duet!!
Peyton runs an online site called Pick-a-Dick. She matches up women who want sex only to the type of man they want for one night only. As the name suggests she has thousands of dick picks sent to her weekly. Her brother runs a sister operation but his concentrates on love and relationships. Peyton see's no need for this but it frustrates her brother no end. They've always been competitive and he makes a bet that she can't go on three "dates" from her site without falling in love with the guy. She accepts his bet as she thinks it'll be easy. Unfortunately for her, her friends meddle in the bet and she ends up face to face with the one man she hates more than any other her old high school crush Elliot.
Elliot is a single dad with a lot on his mind. His mom is pushing for him to date but he doesn't have time. So he joins Pick-a-Dick dating site needing only a quick up rather than a relationship. When he meets up for the "date" he finds it's his old high school crush. He knows he messed up with her on more than one occasion in high school and see's this as maybe a chance to explain what she wouldn't let him back then. Before he gets to say much Peyton tells him this is for a bet. He agree's to go along with it hoping he get's his chance. He still finds her irristable and wants what she's offering.
As the bet progresses they both realize all is not as it seems and that they are now different people from way back. Will Payton win the bet?
I really enjoyed this book. The storyline was something different for the same old same old. Really refreshing when you read something not to know the plot.
I really enjoyed this book. The storyline was something different for the same old same old. Really refreshing when you read something not to know the plot.
Peyton was funny and sometimes sweet and full of quirks. She had a sarcastic retort for most things that had me chuckling quite a lot. She was kind of stubborn but once she thought about things i liked that she admitted that she was wrong. I also loved that she just accepted Elliot's home life and apart from a little meltdown with her besties just ran with it.
I loved Elliot! I really loved how he stood up to Peyton. He took no messing. He had lots going on at home and so he knew he couldn't afford to mess about. He gave it to Peyton straight and either she went along with him or he walked. I know that sounds kinda caveman'y but it wasn't like that it was a case of his little girl came first end of and that's hot as hell!
The besties are a lot of fun. I can't wait for Chloe and Dominic's story!!! I really wish Mellie had got a book to though. Also lots of comedy from Payton's Mimi and Elliot's mom, brilliant.
I found it really easy to read, i was hooked into the story and i really cared about the characters. Like really cared, they were relateable and i felt like i knew them from school!
Really glad I've finally read this author. I know i have a huge catch up to start and i'm hoping i can fit her back catalog in at some point this year. She has like 30 books so it's definitely a challenge lol
Highly recommend and i'm really excited for the second book!
5 Clear your email stars!
Reviewed by Kerry
“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.
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