Review & Excerpt Tour : BEING BROOKE by Emma Hart

December 12, 2016

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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-harry-potter, yes-this-is-your-shirt, help-I-have-no-power, crap-I’m-out-of-tampon, kinda best friend.
And that’s all he can be, right?
Being Brooke is a standalone romantic comedy. Hilarious, super-sexy, and possibly highly inappropriate at times, this is the perfect feel-good read!

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There's really a reason why I am rooting for any Emma Hart's book. And that comes from the fact that I love her writing style. She's so witty and brilliant and there's really no way you can put the book down when you start reading it. Being Brooke is no different from her other works being brilliantly written. I really had so much fun reading it that people were staring at me because I was laughing out so loud. Take note, do not read this in a crowded place or sneak reading when you're at work as people may really think you're on crack. Moving on, yes it was one helluva fun reading Brooke's journey.It was so hilariously written that I wanted to crawl Emma's brilliant mind just to know how she managed to deliver us books like this that had me really almost choking my own damn laughter.

Best friends to lovers story are my weakness add it up with hilarity and I'm all in. It doesn't matter if it has angst or not, just the fact that it's written good and that it has substance and character maturity and I have no problem with it. So, with this book I simply adored the characters. I love how Brooke is being portrayed so much of a disaster and klutzy. Because behind that is a sassy and witty yet adorable woman who doesn't take shit."Be a lady and don't take shit". This line is really a definition of her. And I flat out was so into this woman. And before I forgot, *taps mic..."She's sensitive too like a clitoris."

Since we are now talking about clitoris, why not talk about her best friend. Yeah Cain..the best friend / drop-dead-clitoris-calm-your-tits gorgeous man.Hoot!!! Well for a start, I cannot blame Brooke for quietly/ not quietly falling in love with him except that everybody knows it except him.

"Cain Elliott is a walking wet dream. The type you orgasm from before you wake up."
Talk about him and my ovary just exploded. He's the woman's wet dream and the man every woman want for a best friend and a boyfriend rolled into one. Their interaction is so hilarious and I cannot help myself from laughing at their insane antics and witty banters. When you met him, it's really hard not to fall for him.

"Kissing Cain Elliott is addictive. It's like opening a bag of chips. You can't just have one. You have to have more and more until your hand is groping around in the bottom of the bag and coming up with nothing."
In totality, the book is really good. It's a fantastic read where you just had fun and enjoyment and not caring anything else except ride with Brooke and Cain's journey. It was so hilarious and written well. Hands down! There was no sexual tension but a journey of two best friends who has been secretly in love with each other. It was chaotic and insanely mess story you'll definitely love. Above all, it's a story of growing up and owning what you really wanted in life. For Brooke, it's finding herself and achieving and chasing her dream with the support of the one's who love her and believe in her. 

"You're chaos, Brooke Barker. Luckily for you, I happen to love chaos."


Cain’s phone begins to buzz on the table. The screen lights up, and the short name on the screen makes me have to fight a frown. I know it’s Nina. It always is. It’s like she has a Brooke-dar. She can sense whenever Cain and I are alone and hanging out. My heart sinks, slowly but heavily, and I school my expression into one of not caring. I refuse to look away from the TV now. Cain hands me his pizza box, which I take, begrudgingly, then he leans forward and grabs his phone. He waits for the buzzing to stop, then unlocks it and turns it off vibrate. Then? Then he shoves it under the table, screen down. Ho. Lee. Shit. I gape at him. I can’t help it. A piece of pepperoni drops off the slice of pizza in my hand—the same one that’s frozen halfway to my mouth as I stare at him in total disbelief. Did he really just do it? “What?” Cain shrugs and takes his box back, grabbing a piece of half-eaten, meaty pizza and shoving the end in his mouth. The crust crunches as he bites down. I swallow and glance at the coffee table. “I don’t think you’ve ever not taken a call from her.” I can’t help the derogatory way I say ’her’. It’s not intentional—honest. It’s ingrained in me to be vicious to other women. I think it’s a female thing. Self-preservation and all that. “I don’t think I ever haven’t either.” Cain tilts his head to the side and meets my gaze, a suspicious glint in his green eyes. “But the point is, we haven’t done this in weeks, and I’m having too much fun to leave. Besides, we have all this junk food. If I don’t help you eat it, you’ll eat it all, then it’ll be my fault when your pants don’t fit.” Oh my god. “Does she know you’re here?” I smirk slyly and raise my eyebrows. He shifts uncomfortably. With a cough, he puts his pizza down and grabs his beer bottle to swig from it. Oh. My. Shitty. Life. “She doesn’t, does she?” I sit up straight, throwing my half-slice back into my box and shoving his shoulder. “Cain!” “No,” he mumbles, scratching the back of his ear. “She doesn’t know.” I laugh. I can’t help it. It’s totally immature of me to delight in the fact he hasn’t told the Prissy Princess where is he and he’s ignoring her calls, but I do. It’s hilarious. And, okay. I’m smug. Totally smug. There’s only one reason he hasn’t told her, and that’s because she hates me too. Bitchy Best Friend Mission: Level Up! “And tell me.” I snicker, just about holding back the volcano of laughter threatening to erupt. “Where does Nina think you are?” “She thinks I’m at Mom’s.” He looks at me, his lips flattening into a thin line. “Stop laughing, B. No, don’t shake your damn head. I fucking mean it. She’s a little insecure over my friendship with you and Carly, that’s all. Sometimes it’s easier to just tell a... little white lie.” “A little white lie? She thinks you’re at your mom’s!” I laugh harder and wipe at my eyes because they feel a little too wet. “I just want the best of both worlds right now, all right?” “What is the best of both worlds? Pizza with me and blow jobs from her?” “She chooses not to eat gluten. Until she finds a gluten-free recipe she likes, I can’t eat pizza when she’s around.” Which is a lot. I raise my eyebrows again. “Your girlfriend won’t eat gluten but she’ll happily put your dick in her mouth?” “Brooke. Don’t be a bitch.” He chucks a piece of chicken from his pizza at me, his eyes narrowing. I’m dying. I think this is it—this is how I die, laughing at Cain’s lame excuses for lying to his girlfriend about spending time with me. “Oh my fuck. This is hilarious. Seriously. Someone call Comedy Central.” “Brooke.” He says my name again, this time quieter. I stop laughing. Just about. “I’m sorry. I just think it’s funny. You want me to be nice to her but you lie to her about spending time with me.” I shrug a shoulder and peel a piece of pepperoni off my pizza. I’m not even that hungry anymore. He sighs, putting the top down on his box, and sits back. “She thinks there’s something going on between us.” I laugh even harder because I might cry if I don’t. Hi, breaking heart. Grab the tissues, yo. There’s an awkward silence hanging between us now. It’s not the first time someone has thought that, but given that the more time I spend with Cain, the more I seem to fall for him, it’s awkward. Especially since he’s lying to her just to hang out with me. I clear my throat and look up at him. “That’s ridiculous. You’re my best friend. Like anything would ever happen between us. I can’t put up with your shit taste in music, for a start.” “Exactly,” he replies in a quieter voice, scratching behind his ear again. “It’s fucking stupid. I can’t stand your taste in music either. Who the fuck likes Justin Bieber?” “People who think Kanye West should retire.”
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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