BLOG TOUR ~ MAKING UP by Helena Hunting

Today we are delighted to be on tour with Making Up, an all-new laugh-out-loud romantic comedy from New York Times
bestselling author Helena Hunting.

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Cosy Felton is great at her job—she knows just how to handle the awkwardness that comes with working at an adult toy store. So when the hottest guy she’s ever seen walks into the shop looking completely overwhelmed, she’s more than happy to turn on the charm and help him purchase all of the items on his list.

Griffin Mills is using his business trip in Las Vegas as a chance to escape the broken pieces of his life in New York City. The last thing he wants is to be put in charge of buying gag gifts for his friend’s bachelor party. Despite being totally out of his element, and mortified by the whole experience, Griffin is pleasantly surprised when he finds himself attracted to the sales girl that helped him.

As skeptical as Cosy may be of Griffin’s motivations, there’s something about him that intrigues her. But sometimes what happens in Vegas doesn’t always stay in Vegas and when real life gets in the way, all bets are off. Filled with hilariously awkward situations and enough sexual chemistry to power Sin City, Making Up is the next standalone in the Shacking Up world.

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Reviewed by Sharon Thérèse at KFF

I started reading Making Up just after sunset and finished it at sunrise. Getting hooked on a book at daft o’clock usually means trying to get a couple of hours shut-eye in before making a move. My modus operandi went to pot! The only way to stop my thoughts racing was to jot them down on paper. What. A. Read! The magnificent job Hunting did with the plot and character development kept me engrossed from the first page to the last word written.

It was a joy meeting Cosy. Yeap, her name is a tad strange but oh-so-fitting. Wise beyond her years, her outlook on life and career ambitions I found totally refreshing. Juggling a job with her studies works perfectly well; she doesn’t need anyone for anything and her foolproof plan for the future seemed to be unbreakable.

“Hold up. Her name is Cosy? Like, let’s get cosy by the fire?”
“Yeah, or tea cosy, but the British spelling.”
 

Griffin Mills wasn’t on her agenda but let’s be honest; how could one resist such an irresistible guy who wears a suit like a second skin! Where they’d first met wasn’t exactly a place which made him feel comfortable. He came across as a tad shy and lacking in confidence, but his savoir-faire kicked in pretty darn quick. Getting to know him; what he did for a living, what he wanted and his true thoughts enthralled me.

“…You need to relax, Suit, you’re too buttoned up.” 

The scorching hot chemistry between the two of them is so realistic and so palpable, it felt like the pages were going to ignite! However, an unexpected surprise which couldn’t have been revealed at a better moment literally floored me…lol, and Griffin!

“You named your vibrator?”
“He’s been around for years, and he never lets me down. I figured he deserved one.”
 

The most dramatic part of the story was held back until nearly three-quarters of the way into the read, throwing the protagonists and myself into a turmoil. Emotions run high and Cosy experiences feelings she’d never thought possible. Griffin. Well, he’s bloody furious with the whole debacle and having trouble finding a solution. Loved the advice from his cousin who I might add is gorgeous but the question is, will Griffin’s moral compass influence his decisions.

“You’re talking about her like you’re in a relationship with her.”
“It’s not a relationship.”
 

I floved the age gap. Despite not being one of the most important issues for either of them, Cosy teases Griffin quite a lot. Other concerns take precedence on a much more emotional level. I understood how Cosy felt, seeing as she’s so independent and I loved how Griffin respects her wishes.

“Yes. I’m your girlfriend and you’re my sugar daddy.”
Griffin rolls his eyes. “It’s a decade, Cosy. It’s not that big of a deal.”
“I know. I just like how much it irritates you when I say things like that.”
 

Cosy’s older sister is a case and a half and although she’s not very reliable, she does step up to the plate in a critical moment. Griffin’s folk are adorable, except there’s one black sheep in the family who knocks everyone for six with their deceptive ways. Won’t go into details but I’d gladly have given this individual and a couple more a hearty Kindle bashing!

Anyone who’s read my reviews knows that dialogue is my favourite thing and here Hunting has delivered in spades. This book gave me all the feels, lots of laughs, has the right amount of angst and regardless of the title which speaks for itself, I really enjoyed not being quite sure how the story was going to pan out. Bravo Hunting!

ARC kindly provided by the publisher.

Excerpt

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All rights reserved.

 
We’re a couple of minutes away from my apartment, which also means we’re almost at the end of our date. End-of-date protocol often means a goodnight kiss.And I’ve eaten onions. Lots of them. What the hell was I thinking? I feel around in my shorts pocket, hoping I have a random stick of gum. I find a tiny square packet and pull it out, along with an old tissue. I shove that back in my pocket and sigh with relief as I carefully open the Listerine Pocketpak. There’s one strip left. I pop it in my mouth, wishing I had water since my mouth is dry and I’m suddenly super nervous.

Griffin pulls up in front of my apartment building. I swallow a bunch of times, trying to get the strip to dissolve on my tongue and glance out the tinted window, seeing it from his perspective. I don’t live in a bad part of town, but I sure as hell wouldn’t leave this car sitting out here for any length of time unless I wanted it keyed or stripped down.

Griffin shifts into park and turns to me, one hand resting on the back of my seat near the headrest. “I had a great time, Cosy.”

“Me too, thanks for dinner.” I tried to fork over my share, but he was quick on the credit card draw.

“It was my pleasure.” He leans in the tiniest bit, a nonverbal cue that he’s going in for a kiss.

I mirror the movement, giving him the go ahead. My stomach flutters in anticipation. I exhale slowly through my nose. Even though the Listerine strip should be doing its job to mask the onions, I don’t want to ruin the moment by breathing that in his face.

His fingertips skim my jaw, and I close my eyes. And then his lips brush my cheek. I wait for them to move a couple of inches to the right, but after what feels like a lot of seconds—and is probably only a few—I crack a lid.

Griffin is still close, a wry smile on his lips and a smolder in his eyes.

“Seriously, that’s it? A kiss on the cheek?”

His smile widens, making his eyes crinkle at the corners. He’s nothing like the guys I usually end up on dates with. College boys don’t take things slow. If I were out with one of the guys from school, I’d be sitting in a beat-up Civic with some stupid music playing, and he’d be all over me with his tongue halfway down my throat, copping a feel.

“I thought all the onions you ate were the equivalent to garlic for vampires.” Griffin fingers my hair near my shoulder. I’d really like him to finger something else. Wait. I mean I’d like to feel his hands on me. Not in my pants. Okay, maybe I’d like them in my pants, but not after date number one.

“I wasn’t thinking, and I really like onions. A lot. In hindsight, it’s not a great date food. I feel kinda dumb. And I guess at first I wasn’t so sure about you. How was I supposed to know you’d actually be kind of normalish?”

“Normalish?”

“Well, you drink club soda on purpose, so you can’t be all there.” I tap his temple.

Griffin circles my wrist with his fingers and drops his head, lips brushing over my knuckle. “We can’t all be perfect, now, can we?”

“I suppose not, and perfect is boring.”

“That it is.” He hums against my skin, and I feel it through my entire body. “I would like to try that kiss again, if you’re still interested.”
 

 
 

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New York Times and USA Today bestselling author of PUCKED, Helena Hunting lives on the outskirts of Toronto with her incredibly tolerant family and two moderately intolerant cats. She writes contemporary romance ranging from new adult angst to romantic sports comedy.

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