Best Served Cold, an all-new standalone romantic comedy from New York Times and USA Today bestselling author Emma Hart is now available!
Revenge is a dish best served cold.
Which is a real problem when the attraction runs red-hot.
Ice-cream store owner Raelynn Fortune has everything but her last name—fortune.
Despite living in a Floridian hotspot for tourists, she just can’t get her business back off the ground. And she knows why.
Her rival store next door is run by nobody other than her ex, and with his fancy-schmancy concoctions, he’s taking all the clients two generations of her family cultivated. Never mind that Raelynn taught him all he knows, and his revenge for her breaking up with him was putting her plans into reality—and her almost out of business.
But, she has a plan. The height of the season is just two weeks away, and she’s tired of playing second fiddle to her ex. She’s going to take back her crown as the queen of ice cream, even if it means getting close to Chase once again.
After all, all is fair in love and war, and you know what they say about keeping your enemies close…
Although maybe Chase is a little too close…
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REVIEWED BY ANNA ON BEHALF OF KFF
This light-hearted romance tells the story of Raelynn, owner of Best Served Cold ice cream parlour who felt the need for payback when her ex-boyfriend Chase pulled the rug under her feet.
Told in dual points of view, this almost angst-free drama deals mainly with Raelynn’s long-standing grudge against Chase. They used to be the perfect couple but due to circumstances surrounding Rae’s family, she split up with Chase. She thought that her main priority should be the struggling family business and dumping Chase was the right thing to do. But when Chase opened another ice cream parlour right next door to hers, her need to take revenge was somewhat justified. There were times though when she was so annoying because of her constant whining about Chase to her best friend Sophie. Surely two years of ignoring him and her dead-to-me attitude is just making the chip on her shoulder harder to bear?
Chase, the hero of this book can be a jerk sometimes but his heart is in the right place except for when he stupidly set up shop next to Rae’s. After two years of dead silence and snarky attitude from Rae, is he going to finally confront her and get closure?
Rae and Chase’s long-running feud blows hot and cold. The sizzling hot sex scenes between this pair not only melted Rae’s ice cream unicorns and mermaids but also guaranteed to melt your heart and knickers. The cold war (pun intended) between Rae and Chase is made even more interesting when the secondary characters like Rae’s grandparents, her best friend Sophie and Chase’s younger sister Marnie were thrown in. The witty banter and dirty talk will make you giggle, snigger and snort. There isn’t much of a plot twist on this one; however, this book offers you perfect chemistry between the protagonists and mouth-watering ice cream concoctions that won’t make you gain weight, what more could you ask for?
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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?”
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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