Wednesday, November 14, 2018

Release-Tequila Tequila-Emma Hart


Tequila + you best friend + your bedroom =  um, whoopsie?

Tequila Tequila, an all-new hilarious standalone romantic comedy from New York Times bestselling author Emma Hart is available NOW!

Don’t sleep with your best friend.
Take it from me. I did it. And it was awful.
I-wish-the-tequila-made-me-forget kind of bad.
The problem is, Luke has forgotten. He swears that he can’t remember a thing about that night beyond the trays of tequila shots being set on the tables.
Except I can’t forget. I can’t forget how good his hands felt until I fell over and hit my hip on the dresser, and I sure as hell can’t forget the entire two minutes of tap-tap-squirt.
Awkward. Embarrassing. And the new subject of a couple of dirty lucid dreams.
But I have no intention of telling him what we did. Nothing good comes from telling your best friend he’s the worst guy you’ve ever slept with.
Which makes the tequila on my birthday a very, very bad idea…

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Our Review
“Because sometimes Tequila brings out the truth, 5 stars”

Tequila Tequila has all the classic Hart humor. Aspen and Luke have been best friends since they learned how to walk basically. They never saw each other as anything but best friends. Until one drunken night thanks to Tequila things changed. Now they have to decide if they want to risk their friendship and explore this new thing between them. Will they ruin their friendship, or will they find out that its stronger than they thought?
I could say a lot about Tequila Tequila but its one of those books where you just push it onto someone because there is no description of the story you could come up with that will do it justice. Luke’s grandma is my spirit animal and I want to be like her when I grow up..but I’m not Hispanic and speak zero Spanish…so basically I’m screwed.
Anyways just go one click. You wont regret it.
Plot-5/5
Characters-5/5
Heat-5/5
Writing style-5/5

Overall-5/5

Lots and Lots of laughs. Tequila Tequila is an amazing romantic comedy. This story answers questions that I know I have had before. This book is exactly what I would expect from Emma Hart. It is funny and hot, but also has some sweet and serious sections. It is the perfect mix.
The plot of this book was great. I really liked the question it posed. What would you do if you woke up and found out you slept with your best friend? After a night filled with alcohol, these two characters make a decision that changes the direction of their entire friendship. Is it worth the risk to continue on this new path or would it be better to force the friendship back into the friend zone? Well you will just have to read to find out.
The characters in this book were amazing. Aspen is such a sweet girl. I liked how she was confident and strong, but could also have insecurities. I really liked the mouth she had on her. She reminded me of one of my friends. Luke was amazing too. His Mexican heritage is probably the sexiest thing about him for me. I loved how witty he is. HIs relationship with Aspen was the highlight for me.
The heat in this book was different. There was some awkward sections of this book, but it actually added to the heat. The chemistry between these two wasn't there immediately like it is in most books. I like that the chemistry and heat was developed a bit. The heat in this book is amazing.
The writing style of this story is great. The pace of the story is steady. The story is told from dual points of views. I really liked all the characters in the book. They all added the perfect balance to our main characters. 
Overall, I enjoyed this book. The humor in this story kept me laughing the entire way through. I would recommend this book to others. I cannot wait to see where Emma goes next.
Ratings:
Plot: 5/5
Characters: 5/5
Heat: 5/5
Writing Style: 5/5
Overall: 5/5
Excerpt:
Have you ever walked into a store and had to ask where the lady section is?”
I paused, my grip on the fridge door firm, and turned to him. I simply blinked. I wasn’t going to justify that with an answer.
“It took three people before a poor woman at the customer service desk took pity on me and walked me to the tampon aisle,” he went on, oblivious to my death stare. “She hovered over me for a second and I started fucking sweating, Aspen. Sweating.”
I bit my lip and moved the ingredients for his sandwich over to the board on the island.
“I almost dropped my phone trying to find the photo you sent me, and when I finally brought it up, I was so fucking confused I stood there like a lame damn duck for five minutes before she came back to help me like she knew I was a total idiot.”
Was it wrong that I was way more amused about this than anything else? A part of me told me I should feel bad, but…
“Did you know there are tons of those things? The boxes are all different. There are different brands. Different sizes. Different… absorbency levels.” He shuddered, his wide, muscled shoulders shaking with his cringey thought. “For flows and stuff.”
“I shop there regularly. I am aware.”
“Not that fucking regularly if you sent me to buy them,” he muttered. “Anyway, the nice lady who was trying her best not to laugh at the idiot in the sanitary products aisle asked me who I was buying them for. My mom, my sister, my girlfriend…”
I chopped the lettuce.
“When I told her it was for my best friend, she looked at me funny for a minute before nodding. Then, she dragged me over to the aisle with the candy and told me that Twizzlers went well with tampons. I was so confused I didn’t question her, so here.” He lifted a small bag from the stool next to him and tossed it in my direction. “You’re the proud owner of eight packets of Twizzlers.”
“Oooh, Twizzlers!” I dropped the knife and dove into the bag, pulling out all the long, red packets. “This is like heaven!”
“Dude.” Luke leaned forward and held his hands out. “My sandwich?”
“Geez, who’s on their period? You or me?” I put the candy down and went back to making his sandwich. “You should have saved the Twizzlers until after you got your food.”
“Rookie mistake.” He shook his head. “Please don’t ever ask me to buy you tampons again. I’m not sure my ego or reputation can take it.”
“Your reputation got shot to shit on your twenty-first when you mooned the mayor in the town square,” I reminded him.
“And I haven’t mooned anyone since,” he replied. “My pants now stay firmly on when I drink.”




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.
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She is a mother, wife, lover of wine, Pink Goddess, and valiant rescuer of wild baby hedgehogs.
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Emma prides herself on her realistic, snarky smut, with comebacks that would make a PMS-ing teenage girl proud.
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Yes, really. She's that sarcastic.




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