Blog Tour, Review & Excerpt: Kiss Me Not (Kiss Me #1) by Emma Hart

Monday, September 2, 2019

Blog Tour, Review & Excerpt: Kiss Me Not (Kiss Me #1) by Emma Hart

What do you do when you’re the reigning kissing booth champion but the only person you want to kiss is your best friend’s brother?

Kiss Me Not, an all-new hilarious brother's best friend romance from New York Times bestselling author Emma Hart is available now!

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Let me make this clear right here, right now: I, Halley Dawson, do not care that Preston Wright is kissing other women.

Not a lick. Not at all. Nuh-uh-freakin’-uh.

I do care that he’s doing it six feet away from me behind a gaudy velvet curtain—making him my competition in this year’s kissing contest.

Why do I care, you ask? Because I’ve had an unfortunate crush on the insufferable idiot since I was sixteen years old, but I also know it’s never going to happen.

He’s the Creek Falls bachelor to die for, and I’m the Creek Falls racoon lady who puts peanut butter sandwiches out for them every night.

I’m not going to let him break my four-year-long reign—no matter how many times he breaks the rules and slides the curtain across to do the one thing he’s not allowed to:

Kiss me.

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Disclaimer: I received an Advance Reader Copy at no cost from the publisher/author. All opinions in my review are my own.

Emma Hart is so brilliant in the way that she makes her books so fun. They have this feel-good quality about them that is unquestionable. I really love that about her books.

The plot of this story was completely adorable and so much fun. Halley is the reigning kissing booth champion but Preston, her best friend's brother, is aiming to out-kiss her. Little does she know that her crush would much rather be kissing her.

Both main characters were so likable. They both have big hearts. They are both trying to raise money for a good cause. Halley is very sarcastic, sassy, and has a tough exterior at times even though she is a big softy. She feeds raccoons, for goodness sake. She is the perfect quirky character. She was absolutely relatable. Preston is not the typical playboy male lead character even though he is definitely a man that most women would want to date. He is a very sweet guy and is very laid back. While I enjoyed the characters, I would have liked them to have a little more depth. They were relatable but I didn't feel completely invested in them. They could have been more fleshed out.

The chemistry between Halley and Preston was evident even if it was a slow-burn romance. It was so obvious that they liked one another. There was excellent banter between the two, especially before their feelings were out there. They complimented each other well. Preston could match her sassiness and he was just as competitive as she was.

Overall, this is a story that will keep you entertained and intrigued. I am really looking forward to reading the next books in this series. Emma Hart has become an auto-buy author for me. I can't get enough of her brand of sassy romantic comedy. She has me smitten. If you are in the mood for a light romantic comedy that will have you laughing and swooning then you have to pick this one up!

“I never answered your question.”

“What question?” I darted my eyes to the side.

“Just now. You asked me if I wanted to kiss you.”

I did, didn’t I? Right. “Oh,” was all I said.

Slowly, he moved his hand to my chin and gently lifted it. Still, I didn’t look at him, keeping my eyes firmly trained on the front of the tent, even though I was facing him.

“Halley.”

“Yeah?”

“I want to kiss you.”

My eyes darted to his.

“I thought that’d do it.” His lips twitched, and he lowered his head until I had to fight the urge to close my eyes in anticipation of the kiss that was coming.

I swallowed, my lips parting.

Preston moved closer.

And he kissed my cheek.

I jerked out of whatever trance I’d just been in. “What the hell?”

He jumped off the stage, grinning. “I guess we’ll have to wait until tomorrow to break the stalemate, won’t we?”

“Oh, hell no!” I jumped off, stalking him to his side of the stage. “You just stood there in front of me and told me you want to kiss me, then kiss my cheek? The hell was that?”

His eyebrows shot up, amusement flashing in his eyes. “If I didn’t know better, I’d think you wanted to kiss me, too.”

“Irrelevant,” I shot back. “But you’re a special kind of asshole to tell a girl you wanna kiss her and then not do it.” I turned around, then stopped. “You know what? When I beat you tomorrow, you can kiss my ass.”

“You’re way too mad about this.”

“I’m not mad!” My voice raised a few octaves. “I couldn’t care if you want to kiss me or not. I most certainly don’t want to kiss you.”

“Why are you shouting at me?”

“I’m not—” I was shouting at him. “Whatever,” I said in a normal voice. “Make sure you take that money to the bank. Tell Tish I sent you.”

I left him on his side of the curtain and went to get my purse. He could get fucked. After all that where I think I was so damn nervous I broke a sweat, he didn’t even kiss me.

I wasn’t lying with what I said.

He could kiss my ass.

I’d even wear my good panties and bend over for him.