✔ #NewRelease REVIEW & EXCERPT: THE ACCIDENTAL GIRLFRIEND by Emma Hart

Posted July 1, 2019 by Sultan Donmez in Blog Tours, Book Love, Guest Posts & Reviews, Home, Our Reviews, Release Blitz, Special Content & Excerpts, Sultan Review / 0 Comments

**The Accidental Girlfriend, an all-new hilarious romantic comedy from New York Times bestselling author Emma Hart is available now!**

Top Tip: Don’t put out an online ad offering your services as a fake date. Someone will take you up on it.

And it won’t just be for one night.

And that, ladies and gentlemen, is how I ended up being Mason Jackson’s fake girlfriend.

He didn’t even want me to be. No—his sister was solely responsible for me being his date for his ten-year high school reunion.

Now, she’s responsible for telling his parents our relationship is real.

We have no choice. We have to act like this isn’t all a mistake, like it’s not all fake, like we’re totally, completely, utterly, head-over-heels in love with each other.

Simple, right?

Wrong.

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What an adorable and sweet story about finding love, even when you aren’t looking for it. I really enjoy anything by Emma Hart, she has a way of telling you a tale about real, honest, and caring people. You can’t help but fall in love with her characters. I dare you now to fall in love with Mason’s family after you read this book. Don’t worry I’ll wait…

Lauren was hilarious!! I had such a girl crush on her!! The things she said… and her cat Henry, he was really too much. Mason was *dreamy sigh* so amazing. Hilarious. Sexy. Charming. And such a beautiful soul. I loved how he was always there for his family, and even though he may not of been ready for a relationship about the one he just got out of he never treated Lauren badly. He was always such a sweetie and kind.

Watching these two fall for each other was so refreshing. It just happened naturally, without either one of them ever realizing it. And when they did…. there was no drama… or angst. It just happened and they didn’t fight it. You think this is going to be a series, at the end you got a little nibble of the next book… and I. Can. Not. Wait!! I recommend this book to anyone who’s looking for a date they didn’t even know they wanted.

“I’ve seen you eat nothing but junk. Are you one of those irritating people who can eat what they want and put on no weight?”

“Okay, first.” I held up one finger. “You look like you could walk into the cast of the Avengers, so don’t come at me with that. Also, I run. Every day. And I don’t always eat junk.”

“You run?” His eyebrows shot up.

“I don’t know if I should be insulted or not.”

“No, I just—you don’t look like a runner.”

“And you don’t look like Chris Hemsworth, but here you are on my sofa looking like a dark-haired Norse god,” I shot back. “What’s your point?”

He held up his hands, fighting another laugh, one that made his eyes shine. “Hey, I have a physical job. I rarely get to the gym, but I’m always moving.”

“Have you ever worked behind a bar? I’m not exactly running a call center back there. It never stops sometimes.”

“Do I look like I mix cocktails?”

Doing what he’d done just minutes before, I took a long, hard look at him, from head to toe.

It was a mistake.

If I were a sloth, I wouldn’t just climb him like a tree; I’d hang off him for a nap, too.

Lord, he was hot.

Focus, Lauren.

“No,” I said. “You look like the lone wolf who waits for the cocktail-drinking girls to accidentally spill their drinks on your shoes.” I glanced at the time. “Speaking of, I have to go and make those cocktails.”

Mason grinned. “You want me to come and get hit on by drunk girls?”

“As someone who has no say in your life whatsoever, I don’t care what you do.” I stood up and looked at him over my shoulder. “As your fake girlfriend, I’m a bit of a tiger, so I wouldn’t.”

“I know.” He snorted, following me to the front door with his laptop tucked under his arm. “I’ve seen you play the possessive girlfriend. If this weren’t all fake, I would have been a little turned on.”

I locked the front door and tossed my hair over my shoulder. “Please. You were totally turned on.”

He said nothing as we headed for the stairs.

“You can say something. That was a joke.” I glanced at him, heat rushing to my cheeks.

His lips pulled into a smirk, eyes flashing. “I reserve the right to not respond.”