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Read my Book ReviewRelease Date: September 25, 2018 Genre: Romantic Comedy Actual Rating: 5 stars Best Sold Cold is the latest romantic comedy from one of my all time favorite authors, Emma Hart. She serves up a deliciously funny second chance romance with this one, and readers are going to swooning HARD. Not only is this a second chance romance but it is also an enemies to lovers/ exes to lovers romcom. You can imagine just how good the banter is between these two, can't you? Rae and Chase have a history. They dated for two years before she broke his heart. Running an ice cream business is what keeps her occupied in the next couple of years and she has not time to think about men, especially her ex. But when he buys a shop right next to hers and opens up his own ice cream shop things get really heated. Rae is downright pissed at him! How dare he take her dreams and try and run her out of the one thing that truly means anything to her? And on top of that, he has to be right next door to her all the time? How can a girl ignore something so blatant as this? Well, she can't. And the two have quite a few run ins with each other. What will happen between them? You'll have to read it! Filled with a snarky, snide, and downright sassy heroine, readers are going to eat this one up! It's downright hilarious and the banter between these two enemies is top notch! I highly recommend it to anyone looking for a hilarious romantic comedy! You don't want to miss it. ★★★★★Read an Excerpt“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.” “Ridiculously charming.” “Ridiculously frustrating.” “Charmingly frustrating.” “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
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