September 1, 2019


What do you do when you’re the reigning kissing booth champion but the only person you want to kiss is your best friend’s brother?

Kiss Me Not, an all-new hilarious brother’s best friend romance from New York Times bestselling author Emma Hart is available now!

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Let me make this clear right here, right now: I, Halley Dawson, do not care that Preston Wright is kissing other women.

Not a lick. Not at all. Nuh-uh-freakin’-uh.

I do care that he’s doing it six feet away from me behind a gaudy velvet curtain—making him my competition in this year’s kissing contest.

Why do I care, you ask? Because I’ve had an unfortunate crush on the insufferable idiot since I was sixteen years old, but I also know it’s never going to happen.

He’s the Creek Falls bachelor to die for, and I’m the Creek Falls racoon lady who puts peanut butter sandwiches out for them every night.

I’m not going to let him break my four-year-long reign—no matter how many times he breaks the rules and slides the curtain across to do the one thing he’s not allowed to:

Kiss me.


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Sandra's Review

5 out of 5 stars

Kiss Me Not is the first book in the Kiss Me series by the ever-hilarious, Emma Hart. I know when I open one of her rom-coms that I will be laughing throughout the whole book. And I so fucking did with this one. The synopsis kicks ass so I will make this fast.
A kissing booth at the town fair. This is where is was about to go down. Two competitors. Halley Dawson, the raccoon lady who was also the mayor’s daughter and reigning champion for the last four years. Preston Wright, the town’s most eligible bachelor, hottest florist, and Halley’s crush. He also happens to be her best friend’s brother.
Halley hid her crush behind sarcasm and heated words. But how was she going to hide the fact that hearing him kissing other woman behind a curtain was torture? She knew she wasn’t his type. She was a librarian who fed raccoons every night. She didn’t think she was anything special even though her friends tell her different. There was no way the hottest man in town would go for a girl like her, right?
Now, what do you think?
Aw! I loved this book. Emma has a way of making us feel all the emotions while also making us laugh our asses off. God, I loved these characters. Halley is unique and beautiful in every way. Preston is adorable with a side of cocky. Together, their banter is hilarious, flirty, and full of sarcasm and wit. And Eva and Reagan? Omg!! I can’t wait for their books.
P.S I love Boris and Betty!
“And orange isn’t really my color.”
“Neither is red, but here you are wearing it.”
“Ouch. You’re in a good mood.”
“Nice is so bland. Sweet is for you, and adorable is simply a synonym for cute.”
“It’s kind of hot when you go all librarian.”
ME: Are you reading porn? 
HALLEY: I’m reading romance. If you call my books porn again, I will beat you with them. 
ME: Kinky. 
HALLEY: Let me shove a hardback up your ass, and you tell me how kinky that is.
5 out of 5 stars

Kiss Me Not is the first book in the Kiss Me series by the funny and talented Emma Hart. I love when one of my favorite authors starts a new series, it just makes me giddy! Kiss Me Not is sweet, funny, adorable and a best friend’s brother romance. It’s more romance and fun banter than sexy and I really enjoyed that! Sometimes I don’t want angst, I just want a fun romance. Halley is a complicated woman. She’s a librarian, the mayor’s daughter and the reigning champion of the town fair’s kissing booth. She has an interesting challenger this year. Her best friend’s brother, who she’s been crushing on for years. Preston is hot, sexy, funny and doesn’t know what he got himself into. He and Halley aren’t really friends, but there’s something there. Lots of tension and sarcasm and he can’t help but really like Halley. She’s perfect to him and he can’t seem to stay away from her. He wants a kiss. Just one. What could possibly go wrong? This story was super cute! I loved their banter. It was hilarious and sweet with a side of fun sexual innuendo. Halley’s best friends are freaking hilarious and I can’t wait to read their stories! Preston is totally swoonworthy with his scruff, his smile and his love of flowers. Halley is smart, pretty and just trying to be the best person she can be. I loved that she feeds the raccoons outside her house and talks to them. Overall, I laughed my a** off and loved the sexual tension and witty banter.


“You’re thinking about food, aren’t you?” Preston nudged me with his elbow.

“No. Why do you say that?”

“Because you keep looking at the hot donut stand like it has all the answers to your problems.”

“It’s a hot donut stand. Of course it has the answers to my problems.”


ME: I’m not most people.

PRESTON: That might be one of my favorite things about you.


“I never answered your question.”

“What question?” I darted my eyes to the side.

“Just now. You asked me if I wanted to kiss you.”

I did, didn’t I? Right. “Oh,” was all I said.

Slowly, he moved his hand to my chin and gently lifted it. Still, I didn’t look at him, keeping my eyes firmly trained on the front of the tent, even though I was facing him.



“I want to kiss you.”

My eyes darted to his.

“I thought that’d do it.” His lips twitched, and he lowered his head until I had to fight the urge to close my eyes in anticipation of the kiss that was coming.

I swallowed, my lips parting.

Preston moved closer.

And he kissed my cheek.

I jerked out of whatever trance I’d just been in. “What the hell?”

He jumped off the stage, grinning. “I guess we’ll have to wait until tomorrow to break the stalemate, won’t we?”

“Oh, hell no!” I jumped off, stalking him to his side of the stage. “You just stood there in front of me and told me you want to kiss me, then kiss my cheek? The hell was that?”

His eyebrows shot up, amusement flashing in his eyes. “If I didn’t know better, I’d think you wanted to kiss me, too.”

“Irrelevant,” I shot back. “But you’re a special kind of asshole to tell a girl you wanna kiss her and then not do it.” I turned around, then stopped. “You know what? When I beat you tomorrow, you can kiss my ass.”

“You’re way too mad about this.”

“I’m not mad!” My voice raised a few octaves. “I couldn’t care if you want to kiss me or not. I most certainly don’t want to kiss you.”

“Why are you shouting at me?”

“I’m not—” I was shouting at him. “Whatever,” I said in a normal voice. “Make sure you take that money to the bank. Tell Tish I sent you.”

I left him on his side of the curtain and went to get my purse. He could get fucked. After all that where I think I was so damn nervous I broke a sweat, he didn’t even kiss me.

I wasn’t lying with what I said.

He could kiss my ass.

I’d even wear my good panties and bend over for him.


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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