RELEASE DAY BLITZ: REVIEW AND EXCERPT: CASANOVA by Emma Hart

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CASANOVA by Emma Hart

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Release Date: January 24, 2017

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I loved him more than life.

He broke me and he didn’t even know it.

I ran from him.

He didn’t chase me.

He never needed to, because he knew I’d come back.

He was right.

Death brought me home to him.

Brett Walker.

Drop dead gorgeous and filthy-mouthed with a smile that turns saints to sinners.

A casanova to his core.

My ex-best friend.

And the bad boy whose reputation precedes him—the same reputation I’m tasked with turning to gold… Or so they think.

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Review

Urban Dictionary defines a Casanova as “a smooth-talking charmer who has mastered the art of finding, meeting, attracting and seducing beautiful women into the bedroom. Once he accomplishes his goal, he leaves the woman in fear of having a relationship and proceeds to find his next conquest.”

At face value, Brett Walker is definitely a ladies’ man, manwhoring himself around Whiskey Key, Florida, charming women out of their panties and forgetting their names while tarnishing the Walker family name and causing rumors to abound as to his lack of respect for women and his inability to do anything but royally mess things up.

And while Lani Montana experiences Brett’s assholery in epic proportions, when she sets her eyes and her ears on him after being away from Whiskey Key for 8 years, she’s also privy to his moments of generosity and his closeted nice guy attributes that his family and the people of Whiskey Key rarely see or don’t give him a chance to show them, always reverting back to his rude, selfish, and disrespectful persona because that’s all anyone ever expects from Brett.

Lani Montana may have labeled Brett as a Casanova, but her job is to actually clean up his image. She’s supposed to give the townspeople an inside look at who Brett is beyond his philandering and untoward actions. As a freelance journalist, though, she’s all about the truth, and she refuses to write anything fictional about the life and work of Brett Walker, but as she spends more time with him and gets to know this new version of Brett, fact and fiction start to blend together, causing Lani to question exactly who Brett is and what secrets he’s hiding from her and from the people of Whiskey Key – ones that might further taint the Walker legacy and others that just might prove that Brett is more than the townspeople or his family has every given him credit for, especially those closest to him who have no idea who he really is.

I love how Emma Hart illustrates the differences between someone who’s in the spotlight who screws up his life and someone who hides in the shadows, committing the exact same acts but not having to face the inquisition due to where he falls on society’s ladder. There’s something to be said about how much gossip and the media amplify acts of indiscretions when it comes to certain people because while some of Brett’s truths are embarrassing and clearly illustrate a man unhinged, they’re not ones that should make him the town pariah or place a large C on his chest to show everyone around how much of a dog he is when it comes to the opposite sex. What it comes down to is the fact that Brett is from an affluent family and the expectations for said family are ones that a 17-21 year old man will have difficulty reaching, especially when the one person who made him better…who saw him for more than just his last name left town with no explanation and no goodbye all those years ago.

The girl who left Florida due to a broken heart is not the same one who returns; Lani found her voice and her backbone when she moved on from her childhood crush, and while she doesn’t care to break open old wounds, she also isn’t going to allow herself to be seduced by the one person who shredded her in ways she’s still recovering from…too bad Brett’s not going to give her a chance to disappear again, though, and regardless of the amount of sass and dirty looks Lani points Brett’s way, they’re going to settle their issues once and for all, even if it means Brett needs to tell her every single truth about his life since she left and what it means for them now that she’s back.

Casanova is another thoughtful and steamy read from Emma Hart. I love the small town setting of the story and all of the idiosyncrasies that comes with it. Lani and Brett are a perfect pair because they call each other out and turn one another own quite simply by being in the same room together, and they epitomize the idea that there’s a thin line between love and hate.

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Excerpt

It was that or she was laughing at me…

“I have no idea why I’m laughing,” she breathed. Every other word was broken by a terrible attempt at keeping her laughter inside. “But thank you. Whatever you did, I needed that.”

“Happy to be of service.”

“I’m sure you are.”

Slowly, I raised my eyebrows. “Was that an innuendo?”

She ran her hand through her hair, pushing it right back from her face, and rested her hand behind her neck. “No, but of course you took it like that.”

“If it sounds like an innuendo…”

“It’s proof that you have a dirty mind, Brett Walker. Nothing else.”

“I don’t need the innuendo to prove that.”

“As evidenced by your obsession with my boots.”

“Ah,” I smiled, “The fuck me boots.”

Her jaw dropped, but she was kind of smiling too. “Fuck me boots? You call my boots the fuck me boots?”

“Shit. Did I say that out loud?”

She nodded, desperately fighting a smile, which only made me smile wider. “Loud and clear, I’m afraid.”

“Look,” I said, lighting pulling on a bit of her hair. “If you wear boots that go up to your knees with heels, I can only assume you’re inviting me to fuck you, okay? That’s why they’re fuck me boots.”

“Okay, now this makes sense.” She dropped her hand to her lap and blinked at me. “I wore those boots to our disastrous first meeting. Is that why you’re bugging me with the dirty stuff? My boots invited you to fuck me?”

“No. I’m ‘bugging’ you ‘with the dirty stuff’ because I want to fuck you. The boots are a bonus.”

“You…want to fuck me.”

I stared at her flatly. “Yes, Lani. I want to fuck you, and you have no idea how many ways I’ve imagined it.”

“Imagined it,” she echoed.

“You’re much less sassy when you’re tired. I’m not sure I like it. This conversation would be way more fun if you were tearing me a new one.”

That snapped her out of what I could only describe as a daze. “All right. Fine. I’m going to bed. Alone,” she added as she stood. “Thank you for your sweater. I’ll add that to my list of Brett’s Gentlemanly Things.”

I got up and took the sweater from her. “Look, I’ll even open the door for you.” I stepped around her and clasped the door handle. I slowly turned it and opened the door.

“Nice.” She’d apparently found her sass again, because the word was injected with a cocky sarcasm. “Goodnight, Brett.”

“Lani?”

She stopped when she was one step inside the door. “Yeah?”

I swept my arm around her and spun her against the open front door. My grip on it kept it firmly in place as her back collided with the wood, and she inhaled at the exact same moment. Lust burned through my veins, and I took one step in front of her, pinning her to the door.

“What are you doing?” Her voice was breathy, and as I dropped my gaze to her chest, the quickness of her breathing was impossible to miss. Her chest was rising and falling like crazy.

I dipped my head so my lips ghosted over her cheek on their way to her ear. “In case you were wondering,” I murmured against her earlobe. “Against the door is one of the ways I’ve imagined fucking you. With your legs around my waist, your nails in my shoulders, and your wet pussy hugging my cock.”

She exhaled on a shudder. “Asshole,” she whispered.

I placed my fingertips on her heaving chest, right above her heart. The quick dum-dum-dum of its racing beat told me everything I needed to know–she wanted me as much as she hated me.

I stepped back with a smirk curving my lips. “Sweet dreams, kitten.”CASANOVA-teaser6

1p0a9045About the Author

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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