Thursday, March 9, 2017

Blog Tour ~ #Review ~ Catching Carly by Emma Hart


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My name is Carly Porter... And I’m really good at bad decisions.

How do I know this, exactly? Well, not including the time I accidentally bleached my eyebrows or sprained my ankle changing a lightbulb...

I had sex with my best friend’s brother.

Zeke Elliott has been a thorn in my side for eleven years. A very sexy, very tempting, very freaking annoying one. With big…hands.

And now my clitoris has a crush on the guy.

Seriously. I can’t look at him without my vagina performing accidental kegels. Which would be fine, but he’s Cain’s brother. I hate him. He’s off limits, right?





I close my eyes and slip one leg out of the window.
Everybody can see my panties.
Not that anyone is here, but I just know everybody can.
This is horrible. And it hurts.
I’m never dating again.
I’m going to buy fifty cats. They’ll never make me climb out of a bathroom window.
“You’re looking at my underwear, aren’t you?” I ask, unfortunately pausing with my legs wide open.
“It’s nice underwear.”
“Oh god.” I swing my other leg down a little too quick.
My dress rides up.
Right over my ass.
And my feet can’t reach the crates.
Zeke chuckles.
“Help me, you pig!”
More laughter.
“I’m gonna be stuck here forever. Oh my god.”
The bathroom door opens.
Can this get any worse?
A fifty-something woman I don’t recognize freezes in the middle of the restroom.
I smile sweetly.
She eyes me suspiciously before shuffling into a cubicle.
“Get me down!” I hiss, kicking my legs. “Now, Ezekiel!”
Something scrapes and knocks together.
“Still so hot when you call me that. Especially when your ass is out.” Thud. “All right, sweetcheeks. I’ve got you.”
“Sweetcheeks? What is wrong with you?”
“Look, you can hang there all night bitchin’ at me if you want, but it’s not my bare ass in the middle of the alley. As much as I’m enjoying the view.”
“Oh my god,” I groan. “You swear you’ll catch me?”
“I swear.” His fingertips brush against my bare legs.
My shudder is disguised by the trembling of my arms as I lower myself down.
Zeke’s fingers trail up the outsides of my thighs until he grasps my waist. “Let go.”
I freeze, tensing up.
“Carly, let go. I have hold of you. I won’t drop you.”
Still tensed, I let go of the window ledge.
My life flashes before my eyes. Seriously. I see everything from my first memory to the moment I let go of the ledge and I squeal because I’m going to die and I know that he’s going to drop me and—
Zeke’s strong grip solidifies when he wraps his arm around my waist and holds me against him. “There,” he says calmly into my ear. “You dropped about six inches. You’re hardly cliff-diving.”
I open my eyes and look down at where his arm is pressed across my stomach. His grip is tight, and the popping veins on his forearm trace tantalizing lines across his skin.
And my dress is still around my hips.
I reach down and tug the material over my upper thighs. “Thank you.”
“You’re welcome.” He releases me, and when he jumps down from the crates, I see a flash of his cocky grin. “Nice thong.”
That explains the grin.
I clear my throat. “Thank you. It took me an hour to pick.”
“From your drawer?”
“No. From Victoria Secret. Have you seen how many panties are on that website?”
Zeke holds his hands out for me to take. “Oh, yeah. I’m wearing a pair right now.”
My lips curve slowly as I step down onto the ground. “Interesting. What type? Brief? Thong? Boy short? V-string?”

He blinks at me when I put my shoes on. “Why do you need so many different types? It’d be much easier if you just wore none at all.”



I have never had an author make me laugh as much as Emma Hart does. First with Being Brooke, now with Catching Carly. 

I love seeing these two girls and their crazy lives. They are so off the walls crazy, it isn't even funny. I lie, yea it is. It's fricking HILARIOUS!!! The situations they get themselves in are something else entirely. 

Carly doesn't have any good luck when it comes to dating and men. Especially with online dating. But the night of her best friend Cain's birthday party, she has one too many drinks. Which leads to her sleep with Cain's brother, Zeke. The only problem is, they hate each other. Getting under each others skin, is their everyday goal. They never miss a chance to give a jab to the other. That hit night, is something she can't seem to get out of her head. And boy does it piss her off. Trying to move on and forget about it all, just pushes them closer together, until one things leads to another. Carly is looking for her happily ever after, and Zeke is the last guy she wants tow be her Prince. Or so she thought! But there's one problem, Zeke has trust issues when it comes to women. 

Zeke has been burned by the woman he was supposed to spend the rest of his life with, in the worst way possible. After her and her betrayal, he finds it hard to trust women. Also hard to find him selves wanting to start and my thing long term. Until Carly rocks his world. Carly is always tilting the axles, with her smart mouth and quick wit. They are always at each others throats. So much, it becomes second nature. After their one night together, he realizes they don't actually hate each other, and it opens up a whole knew world for them both. One he is deathly terrified about. Even though he's an amazing guy, he struggles with the want to give more and be more. Until Carly. Promising to catch her if she falls, she puts her trust in him, but can he do the same?

The back and forth of this couple had me laughing my butt off. They ate definitely a couple I will remember. 

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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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