Revenge is a dish best served cold. Which is a real problem when the attraction runs red-hot.
Best Served Cold, an all-new standalone romantic comedy from New York Times and USA Today bestselling author Emma Hart is available now!
Trust me. I know. The only reason I decided to renovate my family’s ice-cream store was to serve up a sundae full of revenge for my a-hole ex who opened an ice-cream store right next to mine.
It was supposed to be simple.
Renovate. Reopen. Put his peachy butt out of business.
Until he decided to get under my skin—and broke my toe.
Now, I’m stuck with Chase in my store every day, helping me renovate. But he’s also in my head, and I’m spending a little too much time up against his abs.
Not that it’s the worst place to be.
But it doesn’t change anything. I still hate him, and I’m still going to get my revenge.
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Get ready for some major cravings! Best Served Cold is exactly what I needed. This is a cute romantic comedy. This book has everything I love in books. There is amazing characters, with a easy to follow plot, and plenty of romance to keep you going. It also made me crave ice cream with brownies!
The plot of this book was refreshing. It was a romantic comedy with a common plot outline, but the way the author wrote it made it amazing. I never thought about writing or reading about an ice cream shop. I feel like I learned so much more about the business. Even more, it made me crave ice cream something fierce.
Raelynn is a bit of a spaz…. And I love it. I loved her unpredictable personality. It made her whimsical and very fun to read about. I did want to smack her at times, but I also understood her. She was relatable. Chase is such a hunk. He is kind and sweet, but he also made some mistakes that made me wanna knock him upside the head. I liked how deeply he felt. He might not have always shown it in the best ways, but his heart was in the right place.
The heat in this book is enough to melt all the ice cream. These two have a history. With that always comes a lot of chemistry. Feelings don’t just disappear. Even if they chance, that attraction is almost always there. These two prove that. It helps that the reason they separated had nothing to do with their chemistry or attraction.
The writing style of this book was good. It is obvious that the author did research or is knowledgable in making ice cream and running a shop. The pace of this book is steady. The book is told from a dual point of view. I liked that it was also set in Florida. I am from Florida, so it was familiar to me.
Overall, I enjoyed this book. I really needed a book just like this. It had everything I love in a romance novel. It had romance and heat, but it also had other things that were relatable like family life. I cannot wait to read what Emma Hart comes up with next.
Writing Style: 5/5
“Second chances with a side of revenge, 5 stars”
Raelynn was in love with Chase, but then when she left him he did the ultimate betrayal. He stole her ideas and brought them to life. After all this time she hasn’t confronted him, only avoided him which is easier said then done where he’s right next door. But what happens when these two are thrown back together? Will she let go of the past and realized she also wronged him?
Chase has only ever wanted Raelynn. He didn’t set out to hurt her, he had a reason for doing what he did. There are somethings Raelynn doesn’t know though and Chase has made up his mind to get her to listen. Is the love still there or is it time to move on?
Best Served Cold is a classic Hart story. Raelynn fought her feelings for Chase as long as she could but finally she gave him a little wiggle room. It’s a classic push and pull story that grabbed my attention right away. Plus, its all about unicorns and who doesn’t love them? Take a chance on Best Served Cold, the worst thing that could happen is you having to go out and buy some ice cream, and is that even a bad thing?
“And there goes my water.” Rae got up and dumped the contents of her glass into the sink. “Thanks for that.”
I shrugged. “Can’t drill without dust, babe.”
“Can’t drill without dust, babe,” she parroted in a high-pitched voice. “Whatever. You can drill without contaminating my water.”
“Remember who’s doing who a favor here.”
She cocked one hip and put her hand on it. “The only reason you’re still here is because I bent over an hour ago and you saw my underwear.”
I couldn’t help the twitch of my lips. “That may be a contributing factor.”
“Oh, please. You keep staring at me just in case I flash you again.”
“Actually, I’m staring at you because you look hot as fuck in that dress.” I paused. “But I won’t deny that you flashing me would be a bonus.”
Rae rolled her eyes. “I don’t even know what to say to you. You’re ridiculous.”
“You—” She stopped and pointed at me. “You are. You are. You!” she growled and stomped into the kitchen.
I choked back a laugh. “I am delightful, handsome, and phenomenal in bed!”
She came back within seconds. “If you’re trying to make me fall in love with you again, you’re failing dismally.”
“Technically, I’m not trying. I’m such a delight you’ll fall back in love with me anyway.”
“You’re a raging egomaniac.”
“And you are a beautiful ray of happiness.”
“And you—wait, what?” She frowned. “When did this get turned around on me? Stop complimenting me. You don’t compliment me when I insult you.”
I leaned against the wall, still holding onto the drill. “All right, you’re a miserable little shit. Is that better?”
Her lips twitched as she tried not to laugh. “No. You’re supposed to compliment me even when I tell you not to.”
“I’m not falling for your female psychobabble.” I pushed off the wall and looked for the next ‘x.’ “Compliment yourself. I have no problem doing it.”
“I compliment myself all the time. Have you seen my boobs?”
I shot her a side-eye. “Yes. I’m also fond of those.”
Rae folded her arms across her chest. It did nothing to further her cause of pretending to be annoyed. All it did was push her tits up.
“If you’re trying to make me stop looking at your tits, you’re doing a bad job.”
She looked down and immediately dropped her arms. “Yeah, well, shut up.” She sniffed. “How many holes are left?”
I scanned the wall. “Three. You should try one. It won’t kill you.”
She shifted. “No offense, but I don’t know if I trust you around me with tools.”
“I wasn’t even near you when you dropped the scraper on your foot. I won’t drop the drill. I promise.” I paused. “If anything, I’m the one who should be worried given that you’ve already dropped the drill once.”
“That was an accident.”
“Exactly.” I pushed off the wall. “Come on. You might learn something.”
“I doubt it,” she mumbled, wiping her hands off on her dress and coming to stand at my side. “Okay, let’s humiliate me.”
I laughed and drew her into my body. She nestled against me as if she were made for me. Her ass curved perfectly into my hips, and the gentle sweep of her back flattened against my stomach and chest like a missing puzzle piece.
“Wrap your hand around the handle,” I said, raising her hand to it. “And hold onto it. Tight.”
“I think I can figure that out.”
“Remember who dropped the drill.”
She sniffed. “I didn’t expect the wall to be so hard.”
“Rae, it’s fucking brick. Not marshmallow. What the hell did you expect?”
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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