Genre: Chick Lit, Contemporary Romance
Publisher: Self Published
Release Date: March 13th 2018
My Rating: 4 Cups
Source: InkSlinger PR
Blurb (from Goodreads):
1.Hate-screw my high school nemesis.*Disclaimer: I received an eARC from this book from InkSlinger PR in exchange for an honest review. This does not influence my rating or the content of my review in any way.
2.Remember to hate him.
3.Prove my brother wrong.
It should be easy.
As the owner of Pick-A-Dick, New Orleans’ premier hook-up website, my job is simple. Connect two people for a no-strings, no-expectations hook-up. The plus for my clients is that I’m the one who gets to sift through the dick pics—except this time, they're required.
My problem? My brother, co-owner of Pick-A-Dick’s sister dating site, doesn’t believe it’s possible to hook up with someone three times and not fall in love. I disagree. I know it’s possible.
And my disagreement is exactly how I end up reconnected with my high school nemesis, Elliott Sloane. The guy who asked me to junior prom and then stood me up. Who egged my car when I rejected him, and convinced my senior homecoming date to ghost me.
It should be easy to hate-screw him. If only he was still that person, instead of a hot-as-hell single dad, working as a builder to make ends’ meet, fighting for custody of his daughter. Not to mention packing in the pants department...
**Disclaimer: This book contains mature content. As a result, my review may contain references to content intended for mature audiences only.
What a surprising, fun story! I absolutely adore it when a book surprises me this much, while also confirming some of my suspicions.
The story starts with a bet between Peyton and her brother Dominic, the stakes being five hundred dollars and maybe a broken heart. The bet is pretty simple: hook up with someone three times in two weeks and not fall in love. Peyton is sure this is the easiest thing ever, Dominic is convinced it cannot be done. What follows is the best kind of mess, a funny, sweet story of second chances that Peyton did not see coming.
Peyton sounds like a very proud woman, with an ego as big as mount Everest. That's not a bad thing, but she does learn that her pride came in the way of what could have been a sweet young love story. She does learn a valuable lesson, which is to put aside her pride and listen to what someone else has to say. It's a good lesson to receive, and it is even better that Peyton listened and admitted that she was wrong to hold a grudge for so long.
Elliot is Peyton's old high school crush, the boy who loved her and who, due to strange circumstances, hurt her. He didn't mean to, life was just in the way when they were seventeen. He has a sweet three year old daughter and she is the cutest little girl ever. He's an honest man and really honorable. He doesn't complain about how hard it is to be a single dad, and there's a heartbreaking scene when he starts talking about how he can't imagine his life without some strange and seemingly annoying things, including stepping on Lego pieces. I loved Elliot, in case you haven't figured it out.
This book is a classic friends with benefits story between two old high school mates and it was refreshing in a way to see how Hart told it. I also like that Hart never put in drama for the sake of drama, which I often find common in similar stories. I loved the pace, just like I loved the change between POVs. The fact that the book is told from both Elliot and Peyton's perspectives as awesome and something I really liked.
I am very, very curious to see how Dom will fall in love with Chloe. I will definitely keep my eye out for more books from this author.
“Is she okay with that juice?” Peyton watched her go.
I selected the Blu-ray from the cupboard and shot a smirk her way. “Sorry to break it to you, but you’re getting a juice box.”
“I can live with that.”
I turned away and hit the eject button on the player. “You didn’t have to say yes to her, you know.”
“Of course, I had to. Have you seen those eyes? How do you say no to her, ever?”
“I think of all the times she screams and swings her arms like a tiny terrorist, and it’s pretty easy.” I put the disk in and turned around.
Peyton had one eyebrow raised. “See, now, I’d think that’s reason to say no.”
“It depends on the day. Sometimes it results in her being put to bed to calm down, which means she ends up taking a rare afternoon nap, and I get some peace and quiet.”
“That’s a thing around her? She was talking to me for thirty minutes flat about what I did and didn’t like.”
“Only thirty minutes? Lucky you. She has about three hours of material of that.” I took a seat on the sofa, making sure to leave space between us for Bri. “Did she get started on hedgehogs yet?”
Peyton looked a little confused. “Hedgehogs?”
“YouTube is the devil.”
“That…was quite the jump in subject.”
I laughed as the main menu music hit on the TV. “I’m going to preface this by saying kids are weird.”
“Some get that from their parents.”
I blinked at her for a second. She wasn’t wrong if half these people who had a mini-career opening fucking toys on YouTube were parents.
“There are a bunch of stupid videos on YouTube, and apparently, watching people open toys is thrilling.”
Now, she looked really confused.
“And on one of those she watched, the person had a pet hedgehog who wasn’t having the nonsense of her opening a Hatchimal on camera, so it stole the egg.”
She blinked several times in quick succession. “I have no idea what you just said, and if I’m honest… Please don’t explain it.”
I laughed and hit play on the TV.
“Here’s your dooce-box,” Briony said, handing Peyton two. “And das mine. I can’t do the straws.”
“Oh. Right. Okay.” Peyton looked at the two juices that had been thrust at her.
Smiling, I took one from her. I pulled the straw off the back, out of the tiny plastic slip, and poked it through the foiled hole in the top. “There you go,” I said to Briony. “What do you want for dinner?”
She put the straw in her mouth and pursed her lips as she sucked the juice up. Peyton watched her, lips twitching, as she put her straw in place.
“Pizza!” Briony announced.
Oh no. I’d eaten too much pizza lately.
Was there such a thing as too much pizza?
Maybe if the toppings were changed up…
“Peydon, do you want pizza?” Bri asked, leaning right into her.
“I like pizza,” she replied, smiling sweetly down at her. “What’s your favorite?”
“I like spots and cheese.”
I coughed on my water. “Pepperoni,” I explained. “They look like spots on the pizza.”
Peyton’s eyes met mine for a minute. Silent laughter shone back at me. That really was toddler logic at its finest.
“You know,” she said, looking down at Peyton. “Spots are my favorite, too!”
Once again, Briony gasped. “Reawy?”
“Really, really. I love spots.”
It might have been a mistake introducing these two. Not only was my daughter becoming increasingly obsessed with someone who seemed to be a brunette, adult version of her…
No, that was the problem. Peyton was the brunette, adult version of Briony, attitude and all—and if there was anything my daughter didn’t need, it was someone who could teach her a thing or ten about sarcasm.
“I’ll order pizza,” I said, going to stand.
“Oh, you got it last time. I’ll go call them.” Peyton put her juice on the side table and tried to move, but Briony stopped her.
“No. Mimi told me that only gentlemen buy dinner. Princesses sit and look priddy.”
Peyton looked down at her. “Sit and look pretty? I like to buy my own pizza sometimes, and that’s okay.”
Without missing a beat, Briony said, “Princesses sit and look priddy so the mens buying dinner don’t know dat we can kick dere butts.”