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?
* A review copy was provided by the author for the Blog Tour *
~ 3 Stars ~
Have you ever anticipated a book to come out because you were so excited to read it, but then it wasn’t what you hoped for??
Catching Carly was that book for me. It pains me to say that!! I enjoyed this book but not as much as I was hoping too or as much as I loved Being Brooke. I still believe Emma Hart knows how to write a RomCom and can truly channel a sarcastic, witty and overall hysterical heroine. I think my biggest issue with this book is the storyline. I think I am not a fan of the Enemies to Lovers storyline. There is a little too much angst and arguing going on for my liking.
Catching Carly is a laugh out loud standalone story told only from Carly’s POV. I have to admit I am still cracking up at some of the scenes Emma wrote. I am amazed how that woman’s mind works…I truly believe that Emma could be my spirit animal. This is a romance novel but what I found to be missing was the normal swoon fest we get with an Emma Hart book. Now don’t get me wrong, I found Zeke to be very swoony, but in a different way from a regular Emma Hart Hero. I loved the banter back and forth between Zeke and Carly, I just thought it lasted a little long for me. I was hoping to see the funny but loving side of Carly sooner. I found it hard for myself to connect with Carly in this book. I loved her character in Being Brooke, but for some reason her story didn’t go like I thought it would.
I loved that we got to see more of Brooke and Cain in this story. I also loved the grandparents we got to see in this story. As with Being Brooke, Emma gives us some of the funniest, most irreverent grandparents to date. I would love to have any one of them in my family.
I would recommend this book to anyone who is looking for that Enemies to Lovers RomCom story. This will definitely have you laughing your socks off. I would suggest not reading this book in public….you might get some funny looks 😉
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.”