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?
Eeep!!! Emma Hart has done it again. She never really disappoints. When you need a book that will elevate your mood, grab Emma Hart's works and sure enough you're in for a great treat. Your mood might not just be one elevated, because frankly? Your panties might be at stake. And oh please prepare your heart because Emma will leave you with so much of a good feels. Yes, Catching Carly is that and more!
Ahhhh!!! When I read the Prologue, I can never let myself stop reading the book. God! Please, Zeke and Carly's conversations from that alone got my approval already, it speaks so highly about the book. You know for yourself that you're in for another treat. And this treat was sooooo damn good.
Starting off with Carly, she's my girl. Who named their tits Ben and Jerry? Yeah she did! She's so fun, witty, sassy..holy guacamole she's it for me. Her honesty and no-filter character made me love her even more. She's so relatable. She could be you, your sister or a friend. But then as I said, so damn relatable. I had so much fun with her sass although at some point I wanna kill her. Oh no kidding, because hello?? She got Zeke!!! My Zeke!!! And who wouldn't want to kill her? Because Zeke? GAHD! I've been thinking this man and fantasizing him the whole time I read the book and I cannot forget him ever! He's alpha sexiness is just drool and swoon worthy my reader was wet the whole time. I just love a man who knows what he wants and goes for it.And he's just perfect for Carly. That being told, Emma Hart really perfectly coupled a character you will adore and love. I was laughing out loud the whole time. I feel like my mouth was stretched up into my ear. While it was full of fun and hilarity, you can never deny the fact that at some point the book is more than that. It's more than just the flirtatious banters, the sexual tension. Because this book? It's full of HEART!
Overall, this book is really good. So refreshing and really did gave me positive vibes. Catching Carly is one of my anticipated reads by this author. Having read Being Brooke, I cannot help myself for wanting this next installment. You ask me why? Definitely because Emma Hart always gets to me. She knows how to deliver a story that will imprint to her readers, it maybe a romcom but know for sure that it is always blended with a heart, with feels, with deep emotions and not just laugh out loud scenes nor banters that will get you crazy or even thick sexual tension that'll leave you looking for an a bucketful of ice or the coldest shower ever. Always and I mean always, Emma Hart aimed to not just make you feel good but she aimed to leave you with heart warming feels caused by a story funny and sexy yet full of depth and substance.
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.
“Help me, you pig!”
“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.”
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.