Confessions of 2 Book Lovers: REVIEW: Kiss Me Not by Emma Hart

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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I’ve been looking forward to this book since the cover reveal, the first time I read the blurb. I sounded super cute and it sounded like it would be funny.

I’m happy to report that the book lived up to my expectations.

I’ll admit, when I went to start the book, I had a moment of panic, wondering if I was going to end up comparing it to the Netflix movie The Kissing Booth…I didn’t. It’s totally different, just having a similar plot device. In this case, the kissing booth lasts for a full week.

I absolutely loved the banter between Preston and Halley. They’ve known each other practically their whole lives, and they’ve spent most of it bickering. Unbeknownst to the other person, both of them had crushes on each other. Of course, Preston’s sister & Halley’s bff Reagan knew about both crushes.

I loved the bet that Preston and Halley had, the person to win with the most kisses for the day had to kiss the other one, adding to their total. And of course, I loved that Halley ended up losing and kissing Preston’s cheek. You just know that that wasn’t what Preston had in mind when he suggested the bet. So the next night, with the same bet, I was literally screaming at Preston for chickening out and doing the same thing. But, he totally made up for it because the kiss right after that was HOT.

I also thought their first date was absolutely adorable. I loved that they spent it at the carnival, riding the Ferris wheel, playing games, winning fish and stuffed animals.

The banter definitely made this book. I’m definitely looking forward to reading the next book because the premise sounds hilarious!

“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.

“Halley.”

“Yeah?”

“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.