Revenge is a dish best served cold. Which is a real problem when the attraction runs red-hot.
Best Served Cold, an all-new standalone romantic comedy from New York Times and USA Today bestselling author Emma Hart is available now!
Trust me. I know. The only reason I decided to renovate my family’s ice-cream store was to serve up a sundae full of revenge for my a-hole ex who opened an ice-cream store right next to mine.
It was supposed to be simple.
Renovate. Reopen. Put his peachy butt out of business.
Until he decided to get under my skin—and broke my toe.
Now, I’m stuck with Chase in my store every day, helping me renovate. But he’s also in my head, and I’m spending a little too much time up against his abs.
Not that it’s the worst place to be.
But it doesn’t change anything. I still hate him, and I’m still going to get my revenge.
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“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.”
“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?”
My ARC Review:
Another fab rom-com of a read from Emma!! Best Served Cold is a deliciously funny enemies to lovers and second chance read that will have you laughing and swooning at the same time!!
Rae and Chase had been together for 2 years before she broke up with him, he let her go and had his heart broken. Rae had taken over the family business running the ice cream parlor, Chase then decided to open his own ice cream shop next door to hers, using the ideas she had and was going to modernise her own shop with to open his own!
Rae is downright miffed off with Chase, how could he steal her dreams and open his own shop in direct opposition to hers?? So for 2 years she completely ignores him, not giving him the time of day, refusing to speak to her at all. But Chase is determined to get her to talk to him and set the ball in motion to do so.
Rae is fabulous, she is a fireball full of sass and snark, determined to pick herself up and get on with life, whilst hating or is that admiring Chase from afar!! Chase has been a typical man and gone about things the wrong way, never meaning to hurt her yet ending up doing so, even though his heart is in the right place. The banter between these two is extraordinary, they push each others buttons like no one else, to the point where they end up in fits of laughter at each other!! They fit each other perfectly bringing both the best and the worst out of each other.
Now, the ice creams Rae comes up with for her new menu, let me tell you I wanted to go in my kitchen and knock some of those babies up myself, they sound fabulous!!
I loved the storyline, quite unique and quirky, the read was full of banter, sass, flirty hilarity and a whole range of emotions as you watch these two progress in their relationship. An entertaining read from start to finish.
About Emma Hart:
Emma Hart is the New York Times and USA Today bestselling author of over thirty novels and has been translated into several different languages.
She is a mother, wife, lover of wine, Pink Goddess, and valiant rescuer of wild baby hedgehogs.
Emma prides herself on her realistic, snarky smut, with comebacks that would make a PMS-ing teenage girl proud.
Yes, really. She’s that sarcastic.
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