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Sneak Peek & Giveaway: CASANOVA By Emma Hart

1/21/2017

When Lani returns home for a funeral Brett Walker, with his alluring good looks and dirty mouth, ex-best friend, gives her much more than she bargained for. Find out how this story unfolds in CASANOVA by Emma Hart. NOW LIVE!

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Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.
She tasted like hot coffee and fresh pastries. I knew because the taste of her lips still lingered on mine, and every time my tongue flicked out to wet them, I tasted her.
I had no fucking clue why I kissed her. She was so fired up. Her eyes shone brightly as she shouted insults at me, and it was an impulse.
I didn’t want to kiss her.
I needed to kiss her.
I needed to feel those soft lips against mine. I needed to fucking feel if she kissed me as hard as she tore me apart.
I knew one thing: Lani Montana was the only woman who could bring me to my knees.
That’s where I felt like I should have been then. In my bedroom on my knees, trying to wipe the memory of her kiss from my mind. The more I tried, the harder it was. The stronger the taste became on my lips. The stronger the memory of her hands wound in my t-shirt became.
Just...fuck.
I should have been on my knees, not standing in the shower with my hand wrapped around my cock. It wasn’t nice or easy. It was harsh, fast pumps of my fist around my hard dick as I braced myself with one hand flattened against the tiles. The hot water beat down on the back of my neck and dripped off my body as I got myself off to the thought of Lani Montana on her knees in front of me with her pussy clearly exposed and ready for me. To the thought of me pushing myself inside her wetness and cupping her round tits. To the thought of her ass pressing against my skin as I buried myself inside her. My finger on her clit and rubbing as I fucked her. Her pussy tightening around my cock. My name falling from her lips.
To the thought of fucking owning her. Her and her smart mouth and her aching cunt.
I gripped my cock at its base as my hot cum escaped and fell to the shower floor. Slowly, I pumped, riding out the pleasure, but I felt sick. I felt fucking sick because it was wrong and I shouldn’t have done it.
Shit, she was Lani.
I’d kissed her, and I’d just jacked myself off to the thought of me fucking her with her ass in the air and her face buried in a pillow.
She was right. Everything she’d said earlier was right. I was all those things and more. Fuck, I was disgusted at myself.
“Shit.” I smacked my hand against the wall and leaned forward until my forehead was pressed against it. The stream of water from the shower cascaded down my back and ass onto the floor.
Why the fuck did I have to show her that side of me?

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I loved him more than life.
He broke me and he didn't even know it.
I ran from him.
He didn't chase me.
He never needed to, because he knew I'd come back.
He was right.
Death brought me home to him.
Brett Walker.
Drop dead gorgeous and filthy-mouthed with a smile that turns saints to sinners.
A casanova to his core.
My ex-best friend.
And the bad boy whose reputation precedes him—the same reputation I'm tasked with turning to gold... Or so they think.

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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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HILARIOUS ROMANTIC COMEDY: Being Brooke by Emma Hart

12/12/2016

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Being Brooke by Emma Hart is a new Rom Com is NOW LIVE! Click here to get your $0.99 copy)
Being Brooke is tough. She's in love with her best friend, a college drop - out and has an amazing sense of humor about her inadequacies. We are thrilled to offer you an EXCLUSIVE EXCERPT of this hilarious upcoming release, where you find out what happens when Brooke wakes up next to her BFF, who is incredibly happy to see her (if you know what I mean) he-he.

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My alarm blares out of my phone on the nightstand, rousing me fully from my awkward half-sleep state.
There’s a person on top of me.
Well, not on top of me. Behind me. Against me. With an arm on top of me. And a foot.
Oh my god, Cain!
I freeze. His arm and foot aren’t the only things invading my personal space.
Holy shit. Someone radio Houston because we have a problem. A big problem. And it’s poking into my lower back right now.
What do I do? Do I get up and pretend I didn’t feel it? Do I lie here and pretend—no, I can’t pretend to be asleep. I just turned off my annoying alarm. What if he heard it?
Oh god, is he awake too? Is he wondering what I’m going to do? Is he pretending he’s asleep and waiting for me to move?
Dear god, they don’t show you this in the movies! Or the books. Two hundred books on my Kindle and of the ones I’ve read, none of them show you what to do when you wake up with your best friend’s hard cock pressing against your back.
It’s bigger than I thought it’d be.
Jesus, self! It’s not a fucking birthday cake! Nor should I be contemplating the size of Cain’s cock.
Now I am though, aren’t I? Yep.
How much of it is touching me? Wait, how long is an inch? Can I figure out exactly how long it is right now? An inch is like half a thumb, right?
What the hell is wrong with me?
It’s a good seven inches. For sure. Maybe more.
Shit my life!
“Brooke?” Cain says from behind me. “You can relax. I’m not going to whip my cock out and hit you with it.”
“Oh my god!” I shove the sheets back and jump out of the bed. My cheeks are flaming, and I wrap my arms around my midsection as I turn to face him. “You knew I was awake and you lay there anyway?”
He grins, propping himself up on his elbow. “I was going to move, but then you froze, and I couldn’t resist messing with you.”
I give him my hardest glare. “You’re such an asshole! And you violated the towel!”
He collapses onto his back, laughing his ass off. “You think I deliberately did that? It was a towel, not a fucking brick wall.”
“But it poked me!” I point in the general area of his groin. “Did it have to poke me?”
He shrugs and sits up. “I told you to put a bra on.”
“Cain!”
“What do you want me to say, B? I can’t control where the blood in my body goes when I’m sleep. I’m sorry my morning erection alarmed you, but it’s no scarier than your cooking.”
How is he not embarrassed right now?
“You’re cute when you blush.” He grins, his eyes sparkling.
“I am not blushing!” I shout, totally blushing. I slap my hands against my cheeks and run out of the room and to the bathroom. I slam the door behind me, lock it, and lean against it.
Oh god, oh god, oh god.
I should have just gotten out of bed. I’m twenty-four, for goodness sakes. I’m not seventeen. It’s not the first erection I’ve felt. It’s just…Cain’s.
And I feel…warmer…than I should. Down there. In my vagina.
I clench my thighs together as an ache throbs through my clit.
Oh my god, my genitals are slutty.
This isn’t okay. I can be attracted to him, but being turned on at the mere feeling of his erection at my back is a step too far. Isn’t it? Yes. No. Yes. No. Fuck it!
“Brooke?” Cain knocks on the door. “Are you hiding from me?”
“No!” I say too loudly. “I’m peeing!”
“Uh-huh. Right behind the door?”
“Shit!” I push off it.
He knocks again. “Open the door, B.”
“No. I’m not sure I can ever look at you again.” Because if I do, I might jump you.
“You still trying to tell me you aren’t hiding or blushing?”
“I’m hiding! I’m hiding and I’m embarrassed!” I shout, cheeks flushing yet again. “I’m not coming out until you leave.”
“Don’t be stupid.”
“Cain! Just go!”
If you don’t, I might just lose my mind and tell you exactly why you need to go.
“All right,” he says in a low voice. “But when I call you later, you better answer, or I’m gonna show up wearing nothing.”
“Fine. Now go. Please.” I really wish my cheeks would stop burning now.
It’s not that I’m a prude. I’m the furthest thing from being a prude. I don’t even think it’s just that it’s Cain and Cain’s cock. It’s because I wasn’t expecting to wake up and get a good morning from Cain’s cock.
A couple of minutes later, my front door opens and closes as he leaves.
I let go of a long, shuddery breath and move toward the sink. I grab the edge of it and lean forward, looking at myself in the mirror. My cheeks really are a light reddish color, and my eyes are shining brighter than I’ve seen them in a long time.
Stupid, stupid, stupid.
Brooke Alice Barker, you complete and utter fool.
I splash cold water on my face. Then I brush my teeth, and when I’m done, I head for the door and unlock it. I run my fingers through my hair and turn toward my bedroom.
“Brooke.”
I scream and jump backwards. “For the love of fucking god!” I flatten myself against the wall and press my hands against my stomach. Then I throw myself toward him. “Don’t. Do. That. Again!” I hit his chest with every word before taking a step back. “You’re not supposed to be here!”
He holds his hands up. Just when I think he’s going to walk away, he grabs my arms and pulls me toward him. I squeak as my body collides with his and I grab his shirt. He doesn’t move his hands from my arms. In fact, he slides them up to my shoulders and even further until he’s cupping my neck.
Cain dips his head and pushes my hair away from my ear. His hot breath tickles my skin when he lowers his mouth to my ear and whispers, “Look in the mirror, Brooke. You’re a mess, but you’re a fucking gorgeous mess. There’s a reason I didn’t want to stay, and that’s it. Don’t blame me for waking up with a raging hard-on when you’ve been lying next to me in bed for six hours.”
I swallow, desperately trying to alleviate the dryness in my mouth. That I was not expecting. What was I expecting? I don’t damn well know, but not that.
“I don’t know how to reply to that.” My fingers twitch, my grip tightening on his shirt, if only a little. “At all.”
He blows out a long breath and rests his cheek against the side of my head.
I close my eyes. Keeping my breathing steady is getting harder and harder. I just want to lean into him and bury my face into his t-shirt and let my heart go crazy.
I don’t want to have to hold onto these emotions anymore.
“Fucking hell.” Cain kisses the side of my head. Then he releases me and walks across my apartment and right out of the door.
I stare after him, my stomach curling up into a sick, tight ball, and fall back against the wall.
I should have hit him with the baseball bat, shouldn’t I?

ABOUT THE BOOK

From New York Times bestselling author, Emma Hart, comes a brand new standalone novel. BEING BROOKE is a laugh-out-loud, sexy, and sometimes highly inappropriate romantic comedy about being in love with your best friend. And how much that freaking sucks.

My name is Brooke Barker...
And I'm a freaking disaster.
No, seriously. I’m a college drop-out working a dead-end job, my best friend Carly’s dog gets more action than I do, and I have more bad dates in my diary than there are movie remakes.
Not to mention I'm completely and utterly in love with Cain Elliott.
The problem? He’s in a relationship. With a girl who’s so plastic she makes Barbie cry herself to sleep with jealousy.
The second problem? He's my best friend.
My shut-up-and-put-on-Harry-Potter, yes-this-is-your-shirt, help-I-have-no-power, crap-I’m-out-of-tampons, kinda best friend.
And that’s all he can be, right?
Right.