It’s time to DISH! I love Emma Hart’s books. Hardcore. Filled with snark and sass, her heroines are some of my favorites to read ever. And her heroes…always so swoony and sexy and WHEW! I’m always in for an enemies to lovers romance, but this is one mixed with a second chance romance as well! Tension-filled and sweet as can be, this new romance from Hart is a treat!
Raelynn loves her ice cream shop, Best Served Cold, but what its missing is her every dream aspect since the jerk next door opened. Chase was her best friend and boyfriend; she loved him and told him all her dreams of what her shop could become. Until life got in the way and under the pressure she decided a relationship wasn’t in the cards for herself. Now, seemingly as revenge, Chase opened an ice cream shop right next door and its got everything she told him her future would hold. Stealing her heart is one thing, but stealing her customers and breaking her heart in the process is nigh unforgivable. Now with a kick in the pants, Raelynn is creating a new look for Best Served Cold filled with magic and wonder. But after two years of ignoring Chase and his stealing ways, now he wants back in. Is it the temptation of Raelynn and her charm or does he just want to win?
Chase is an idiot. He knows that and fully admits it to himself. Stealing his girl’s idea for an ice cream shop and opening it next door maybe not the best plan to win her back…like at all. But in his defense he just wanted something so drastic that Raelynn would finally talk to him. He hadn’t planned on two years of cold, insufferable silence. But now Rae seems to be refreshing her own shop and Chase sees it as a chance to break down her walls once more. Change is good they say. But Rae is going to be hard to crack when she’s already heartbroken; and she doesn’t even know the truth of why he opened the shop! Figuring his way back in to her heart is going to take more than just romance, it’s gunna take guts to admit the truth to the one person he’s hurt and risk it all again.
Raelynn may just be my new hero. She is sooooo snarky and her attitude towards Chase gives me life. I love that this was not an easy romance. Chase truly has some huge obstacles to overcome that you don’t often see in contemporary romances. Hes done something so personally hurtful to Raelynn that even I had a hard time forgiving and i knew why he did it! The push and pull between them is so entertaining; moments of anger mixed with confusion as to memories of their past relationship just makes for good drama. I honestly wasn’t sure just how Chase could win back Rae’s affections but the slow burn is worth the wait!
Revenge is a dish best served cold. Which is a real problem when the attraction runs red-hot.
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Trust me. I know. The only reason I decided to renovate my family’s ice-cream store was to serve up a sundae full of revenge for my a-hole ex who opened an ice-cream store right next to mine.
It was supposed to be simple.
Renovate. Reopen. Put his peachy butt out of business.
Until he decided to get under my skin—and broke my toe.
Now, I’m stuck with Chase in my store every day, helping me renovate. But he’s also in my head, and I’m spending a little too much time up against his abs.
Not that it’s the worst place to be.
But it doesn’t change anything. I still hate him, and I’m still going to get my revenge.
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“And there goes my water.” Rae got up and dumped the contents of her glass into the sink. “Thanks for that.”
I shrugged. “Can’t drill without dust, babe.”
“Can’t drill without dust, babe,” she parroted in a high-pitched voice. “Whatever. You can drill without contaminating my water.”
“Remember who’s doing who a favor here.”
She cocked one hip and put her hand on it. “The only reason you’re still here is because I bent over an hour ago and you saw my underwear.”
I couldn’t help the twitch of my lips. “That may be a contributing factor.”
“Oh, please. You keep staring at me just in case I flash you again.”
“Actually, I’m staring at you because you look hot as fuck in that dress.” I paused. “But I won’t deny that you flashing me would be a bonus.”
Rae rolled her eyes. “I don’t even know what to say to you. You’re ridiculous.”
“You—” She stopped and pointed at me. “You are. You are. You!” she growled and stomped into the kitchen.
I choked back a laugh. “I am delightful, handsome, and phenomenal in bed!”
She came back within seconds. “If you’re trying to make me fall in love with you again, you’re failing dismally.”
“Technically, I’m not trying. I’m such a delight you’ll fall back in love with me anyway.”
“You’re a raging egomaniac.”
“And you are a beautiful ray of happiness.”
“And you—wait, what?” She frowned. “When did this get turned around on me? Stop complimenting me. You don’t compliment me when I insult you.”
I leaned against the wall, still holding onto the drill. “All right, you’re a miserable little shit. Is that better?”
Her lips twitched as she tried not to laugh. “No. You’re supposed to compliment me even when I tell you not to.”
“I’m not falling for your female psychobabble.” I pushed off the wall and looked for the next ‘x.’ “Compliment yourself. I have no problem doing it.”
“I compliment myself all the time. Have you seen my boobs?”
I shot her a side-eye. “Yes. I’m also fond of those.”
Rae folded her arms across her chest. It did nothing to further her cause of pretending to be annoyed. All it did was push her tits up.
“If you’re trying to make me stop looking at your tits, you’re doing a bad job.”
She looked down and immediately dropped her arms. “Yeah, well, shut up.” She sniffed. “How many holes are left?”
I scanned the wall. “Three. You should try one. It won’t kill you.”
She shifted. “No offense, but I don’t know if I trust you around me with tools.”
“I wasn’t even near you when you dropped the scraper on your foot. I won’t drop the drill. I promise.” I paused. “If anything, I’m the one who should be worried given that you’ve already dropped the drill once.”
“That was an accident.”
“Exactly.” I pushed off the wall. “Come on. You might learn something.”
“I doubt it,” she mumbled, wiping her hands off on her dress and coming to stand at my side. “Okay, let’s humiliate me.”
I laughed and drew her into my body. She nestled against me as if she were made for me. Her ass curved perfectly into my hips, and the gentle sweep of her back flattened against my stomach and chest like a missing puzzle piece.
“Wrap your hand around the handle,” I said, raising her hand to it. “And hold onto it. Tight.”
“I think I can figure that out.”
“Remember who dropped the drill.”
She sniffed. “I didn’t expect the wall to be so hard.”
“Rae, it’s fucking brick. Not marshmallow. What the hell did you expect?”
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.
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