Thursday, January 26, 2017

CASANOVA by Emma Hart - Review Blitz


Pageflex Persona [document: PRS0000035_00027]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.



Reese's Reviews:
Lani our female heroine of Casanova has been hurt. Eight-years ago she went to tell her best-friend and first and only love how she felt about him. After overhearing something he said about her she fled for eight years and would have stayed gone if she could have. Now back for her grandmother’s funeral Lani finds out she’s missed out on a lot. Her sister is pregnant and her old best friend Brett Walker has been self-destructing since she left. Brett’s twin sister offers a solution, Lani being the amazing journalist helps Brett by publishing stories about how Brett is a changed man. If Brett doesn’t get Lani’s help he loses everything.

I have mixed feelings about this book. I liked Lani a whole lot. She’s sassy and fun. I feel she grew a lot throughout the book. She went from an angry woman who harbored injured feelings over an old wound to a strong woman who would go and stand up for what she wants. She fell for Brett a long time ago and struggles throughout he book with who he was versus who he is and who he thinks he is. I thought Lani was really good at cutting through Brett’s crap and seeing the good inside.

In regards to Brett I felt he didn’t grow as much and maybe that was okay but Idk. I wish he had more thoughts about life instead of just wanting to have sex with Lani. I don’t know if that’s stupid of me, but since he did need to grow a whole lot I felt this story didn’t do that well. He mostly talked about and thought about sex. Sure, there were other things but not much.

The banter and the story were great though. Despite my lack of loving the lack of character development for Brett Casanova was still an enjoyable read. I felt connected to the characters and can’t wait to find out what happens next.


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."
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."
1p0a9045By 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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