I haven’t read an Emma Hart book that I didn’t completely love, adore, and cherish. This one made me laugh so hard that I almost peed myself. I love the brashiness of Lauren. She’s a balls-to-the-walls type A personality. Mason completes her on so many levels. They are the perfect couple. The unique way that Hart ended this book where it leads into her next stand alone novel completely pulled me in and made me curious about it. This book is being added to my re-read list. A book this hilarious must be read again and again!!
The night started out innocently enough…well as innocent as girls night can be with a newborn baby, four pizzas, and three bottles of wine. Ok, nothing about girls night is typical. Hey, no one was dragged out of a bar or was involved in a fight, so it’s an improvement. Except the girls talked Lauren into posting an ad to be a fake date for someone and the next morning, she received a response. A fake date is fine and all since that equals no commitment. Lauren likes her life the way it is. She doesn’t need to be catching feelings for a guy who will turn her life upside down. Or ….eek…be the person to give her orgasms instead of her vibrator.
Mason wants to kill his baby sister for answering that ad for him. He just left a long term relationship after his ex cheated on him. He wants to be single for a bit. Enjoy the single life. No, Kirsty decided to meddle. She thought he needed a date for his class reunion since his ex was going to be there with her newest guy and throw that relationship in his face. He just about fell on the floor by what Lauren did at the reunion. The more time he spends with her and texting her, the more he falls for her sarcastic, brass. She’s hilarious and fits right into his eccentric family. So ….the problem is he actually wants to date her even though she has said numerous times that she doesn’t want a relationship.
The Accidental Girlfriend, an all-new hilarious romantic comedy from New York Times bestselling author Emma Hart is available now!
Top Tip: Don’t put out an online ad offering your services as a fake date. Someone will take you up on it.
And it won’t just be for one night.
And that, ladies and gentlemen, is how I ended up being Mason Jackson’s fake girlfriend.
He didn’t even want me to be. No—his sister was solely responsible for me being his date for his ten-year high school reunion.
Now, she’s responsible for telling his parents our relationship is real.
We have no choice. We have to act like this isn’t all a mistake, like it’s not all fake, like we’re totally, completely, utterly, head-over-heels in love with each other.
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“I’ve seen you eat nothing but junk. Are you one of those irritating people who can eat what they want and put on no weight?”
“Okay, first.” I held up one finger. “You look like you could walk into the cast of the Avengers, so don’t come at me with that. Also, I run. Every day. And I don’t always eat junk.”
“You run?” His eyebrows shot up.
“I don’t know if I should be insulted or not.”
“No, I just—you don’t look like a runner.”
“And you don’t look like Chris Hemsworth, but here you are on my sofa looking like a dark-haired Norse god,” I shot back. “What’s your point?”
He held up his hands, fighting another laugh, one that made his eyes shine. “Hey, I have a physical job. I rarely get to the gym, but I’m always moving.”
“Have you ever worked behind a bar? I’m not exactly running a call center back there. It never stops sometimes.”
“Do I look like I mix cocktails?”
Doing what he’d done just minutes before, I took a long, hard look at him, from head to toe.
It was a mistake.
If I were a sloth, I wouldn’t just climb him like a tree; I’d hang off him for a nap, too.
Lord, he was hot.
“No,” I said. “You look like the lone wolf who waits for the cocktail-drinking girls to accidentally spill their drinks on your shoes.” I glanced at the time. “Speaking of, I have to go and make those cocktails.”
Mason grinned. “You want me to come and get hit on by drunk girls?”
“As someone who has no say in your life whatsoever, I don’t care what you do.” I stood up and looked at him over my shoulder. “As your fake girlfriend, I’m a bit of a tiger, so I wouldn’t.”
“I know.” He snorted, following me to the front door with his laptop tucked under his arm. “I’ve seen you play the possessive girlfriend. If this weren’t all fake, I would have been a little turned on.”
I locked the front door and tossed my hair over my shoulder. “Please. You were totally turned on.”
He said nothing as we headed for the stairs.
“You can say something. That was a joke.” I glanced at him, heat rushing to my cheeks.
His lips pulled into a smirk, eyes flashing. “I reserve the right to not respond.”
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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