March 13, 2018





1.Hate-screw my high school nemesis.

2.Remember to hate him.

3.Prove my brother wrong.

It should be easy.

It isn’t.


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…


Three hook-ups.

One outcome.





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Sandra's Review

The Hook-Up Experiment is Emma’s next rom-com stand-alone romance. If you read The Upside of Being Single then you have already met Peyton. If you didn’t read it then you definitely should. You can read it either before or after this one. I loved Peyton, she is a complete badass. An independent woman who knew what she wanted. Freedom. Sex. Business. Love was not on her list. Her brother called her out on her bullshit. That she couldn’t sleep with a guy three times within two weeks without falling in love. Challenge accepted.
Easy. That was until her best friends fucked her over by setting her up with her high school nemesis. The boy who broke her heart without him knowing it. She hated him. She hated him even more now since he was looking even hotter now. It’s been ten years since she gave him her last “I will kill you” glare. She should have walked away but then he made a good point. That there was no way she could lose this bet if she slept with him. She hated him. There was no way she would fall for him and there was no way he would let her.
Elliott couldn’t believe she was here. She was more stubborn now then she was in high school. She was more of a spitfire as well. She scared the fuck out of him. He should have laughed this off and walked out of her life. He didn’t have time for this. He didn’t even want to go to dinner. His mom made him get out of the house. To take a break from his three year old daughter. But, he couldn’t move. He wanted her more now then ever. Why not hook-up with a sassy and sexy woman three times and say goodbye? He wanted a hook up. She wanted to win a bet. It’s a win-win.
Right? It will be the best way to win $500 ever.
Elliott and Peyton’s hook-up experiment is one funny, sexy, and crazy ride. I was hooked from the very beginning until the very end. I read it in one sitting. I loved the banter between Elliott and Peyton. I laughed hard with the banter between Peyton and her brother Dom. Then there was the banter between Dom and Peyton’s bestie Chloe. Omg. All these characters are so much fun! They are also stubborn as fuck. But this one is about Elliott and Peyton. It was fun watching them to get to know the real them. The adult version of their teenage fantasies. It was both sexy and beautiful. I even cried! There is also one other character that I fell for…Bri. She is so stinkin’ cute!!! I can’t even with her. Precious.
Overall…it’s one of my favorite rom-com of Emma’s! The characters. The writing. The story. The heat. The heart. The barbies. The pizza. Everything made me smile!
Elliott sighed. “Well, who knows when the next time I’ll be able to have a date will be? And I guess there are worse people I could have sex with than you.”
“Wow. Talk dirty to me.”
“She’s here to fix the plumbing, Mom,” he said dryly.
“Okay, I’ll get pizza, and you two look pretty.” I stood up.
Briony leaned right against her and looked at me. “Oh, Daddy. We are priddy.”

The Hook-Up Experiment is the first book in The Experiment Duet, but if you read The Upside to Being Single, this is Peyton’s story! Emma Hart is the queen of the rom-com. I read all of her books because she’s hilarious and talented. I don’t know how she keeps coming up with these fantastic characters and funny as hell plots! Peyton is independent, stubborn, beautiful and holding a decade long grudge on her high school sweetheart. She needs to prove to her brother that she can sleep with a guy three times and not fall in love. She can totally do that. Until she sees the guy. Elliott Sloane. She hates him. So much. He broke her heart in high school. This is going to be a piece of cake. Until he looks at her that way. Until he finally gets to tell her the truth. Can she handle the truth? Will it change everything she thought she knew? Elliott is sweet, sexy and gives as good as he gets. He doesn’t let Peyton get away with her craziness. He let her get away once and he isn’t going to do that again. He has a lot going on in his life, raising his daughter on his own, but he can’t say no to Peyton. Elliott and Peyton are hilarious together! Their banter is top notch and their chemistry is hot. Overall, I laughed, got hot and bothered and wanted more! I loved seeing previous characters again and I can’t wait for Chloe’s story!


“Me, Elliott. You, Peyton. Me, boner.”

“I should have let you walk away.”


That ass could  make lesbians cry. It was peachier than the state of Georgia.


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.


“You’re pretty.”

“Thank you.”

“And you’re rather handsome yourself.”

“I know.”

“You’re an idiot.”

“Yeah, but I’m a handsome idiot.”


“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.”

Oh, Jesus.

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.”




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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