Hooking Up: A Novel

Hooking Up: A Novel

by Helena Hunting

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Overview

Amalie Whitfield is the picture of a blushing bride during her wedding reception–but for all the wrong reasons. Instead of proclaiming his undying love, her husband can be heard, by Amalie and their guests, getting off with someone else. She has every reason to freak out, and in a moment of insanity, she throws herself at the first hot-blooded male she sees. But he’s not interested in becoming her revenge screw.

Mortified and desperate to escape the post-wedding drama, Amalie decides to go on her honeymoon alone, only to find the man who rejected her also heading to the same tiny island for work. But this time he isn’t holding back. She should know better than to sleep with someone she knows, but she can’t seem to resist him.
They might agree that what happens on the island should stay on the island, but neither one can deny that their attraction is more than just physical.

Filled with hilariously scandalous situations and enough sexual chemistry to power an airplane from New York City to the South Pacific, Hooking Up is the next standalone, laugh-out-loud romantic comedy from Helena Hunting, the New York Times bestselling author of the Pucked series and Shacking Up.

Product Details

ISBN-13: 9781250133335
Publisher: St. Martin''s Publishing Group
Publication date: 11/07/2017
Sold by: Macmillan
Format: NOOK Book
Pages: 304
Sales rank: 13,254
File size: 1 MB

About the Author

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.
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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CHAPTER 1

Wedding Unbliss

Amie

Ten months later

This is the happiest day of my life. I allow that thought to roll around in my head, trying to figure out why it doesn't seem to resonate the way it should. This should be the happiest day of my life. So I'm not exactly certain why the uneasy feeling I associate with cold feet is getting worse rather than dissipating. I've already done the hard part; walked down the aisle and said "I do."

My husband excused himself to go to the bathroom several minutes ago and, based on Armstrong's itinerary for the day, speeches are supposed to begin promptly at eight-thirty. According to my phone, that's less than two minutes from now, and he's not here. The emcee for the evening is awaiting Armstrong's return before he begins. And then the real party can start. The one where we get to celebrate our commitment to each other as partners for life. As in the rest of my breathing days. Dear God, why does that make my stomach twist?

I sip my white wine. Armstrong pointed out that red is not a good idea with my dress, even though it's my preference. Besides, I don't want it to stain my teeth. That would make for bad pictures.

I glance around the hall and see my parents, who are probably celebrating the fact that I didn't walk down the aisle with a convicted felon. And frankly, so am I. My dating history pre-Armstrong wasn't fabulous.

The sheer number of people in attendance spikes my anxiety. Speaking in front of all of these people makes me want to drink more, which is a bad idea. Tipsy speeches could lead to saying the wrong thing. I check my phone under the table again. It's after eight-thirty. The longer Armstrong takes to return, the further behind we'll get. The music playlist, devised by Armstrong with painstaking efficiency, leaves no room for tardiness. If we don't start on time I'll have to take out a song, or possibly two, to compensate for his delay and he's selected the order in such a way as to make that difficult, and that will annoy him. I just want today to be perfect. I want it to be reflective of my decision to marry Armstrong. That I, Amalie Whitfield, can make good choices and am not a disgrace to my family.

"Where the hell is he?" I scan the room and take another small sip of my wine. I should switch to water soon so I don't end up drunk, especially later, when all of this is over and we can celebrate our lifelong commitment to each other without clothes on. I'm hopeful it will last more than five minutes.

Ruby, my maid of honor and best friend for the past decade, puts a hand on my shoulder. "Would you like Bancroft to find Armstrong?"

Bancroft, or Bane for short, is Ruby's boyfriend who she's been living with for several months. Recently I find myself getting a little jealous of how affectionate they still are with each other, even after all this time. Cohabitation hasn't slowed them down on the sex or their PDA. I have hope that Armstrong and I will be more like Bane and Ruby now that we'll be sharing the same bed every night.

I'm about to tell Ruby to give him another minute when a low buzz suddenly fills the hall. It sounds like a school PA system. I start to panic — they can't start the speeches without Armstrong at my side. What's the point of speeches if the groom isn't present?

I'm halfway out of my seat, ready to tell the DJ, or whoever is behind the mic, that he needs to wait, when a very loud moan echoes through the room. The acoustics are phenomenal in here, it's why we chose this venue.

I glance at Ruby to make sure I'm not hearing things. Her eyes are wide. The kind of wide associated with shock. The same shock I'm feeling.

Another moan reverberates through the sound system, followed by the words, "Oh, fuuuck."

A collective gasp ripples through the now-silent crowd. While the words themselves are scandalous among these guests, it's the voice groaning them that makes me sit up straighter, and simultaneously consider hiding under the table.

"Fuck yeah. Ah, suck it. That's it. Deep throat it like a good little slut. Fuuuuuccckkkkk."

My mouth drops and I look to Ruby to ensure I have not completely lost my mind. "Is that —" I don't finish the sentence. I already know the answer to the question, so it's pointless to ask. Besides, I'm cut off by yet another loud groan. I clap a hand over my mouth because I'm not sure I'm able to close it, my disbelief as vast as the ocean.

Ruby's expression mirrors mine, except hers is incredibly animated since she's an actress. "Oh my God. Is that Armstrong?" Her words are no more than a whisper, but they sound very much like a scream. Oh no, wait, that's just Armstrong on the verge of an orgasm. But these sounds are nothing like the ones he makes when he's in the throes of passion with me.

I clutch Ruby's hand. The next sound that comes from him is a hybrid between a hyena laugh and a wolf baying at the moon. And every guest at our wedding is hearing the same thing I am. Our wedding. Someone other than me is blowing my husband at my own wedding. My mortification knows no end.

I grab the closest bottle of wine and dump the contents into my glass. Some of it sloshes over the edge and onto the crisp white tablecloth. It doesn't matter. There's plenty more where it came from. I chug the glass, then grab Ruby's.

People lean in and whisper to each other, eyes lifting to the speakers. A few people, the ones who are probably just here for the social-ladder-climbing potential, question who it is.

"Is the DJ watching porn?" That comment comes from a table full of mostly drunk singles in their early twenties.

Several eyes shift my way as I carelessly down Ruby's wine and someone asks where the groom has disappeared to.

The grunts and groans grow terrifyingly louder. This is nothing like what I'm used to in bed with Armstrong. The dirty words aren't something he ever uses with me, mostly it's just noises and sometimes a "Right there" or "I'm close," but that's about it. He's never talked to me like he is to the woman currently providing oral pleasure. And I'm very adept at oral. Although with Armstrong it's very polite, neat oral, with no sounds other than the occasional hum. Slurping is uncivilized and a definite no-no.

I reach past Ruby for the bottle of red since I don't really give a flying fuck about purple teeth right now. As I sink low in my seat I pour another glass of wine, surveying the people in the ballroom from behind the cover of the centerpiece. The centerpieces are huge and excessive and I don't like them at all, but at least they provide a protective barrier between me, the guests, and my disgust, which I'm certain they must share. He sounds like a wild animal rutting. It is entirely unsexy. I have no idea who he's getting intimate with, but I'm suddenly very glad it's not me.

And doesn't that tell me more about our relationship than it should.

It's only been about thirty seconds — the most humiliating thirty seconds of my life — before Armstrong comes. How do I know this? Because he says, very clearly, "Keep sucking, baby, I'm coming."

And "baby," whoever she is, makes these horrific gurgling noises. It sounds like some form of alien communication. It's way over the top, and apparently Armstrong is loving it, based on the string of vile profanity that spews from his asshole mouth.

"Holy crap. Is this for real? That was really fast," Ruby mutters.

I guzzle my glass of wine. Then decide the glass is unnecessary and take a long swig from the bottle before Ruby snatches it away. Wine dribbles down my chin and onto my chest, staining the white satin purple. My dress is ruined. I should be freaking out. But I really don't care.

"Come on," Ruby tugs on my hand. "We need to get you out of here while people are still distracted."

My older brother, Pierce, and the emcee are standing in the middle of the hall, gesturing wildly to the speakers above us. My other brother, Lawson, is on his way toward the podium in an attempt to do something. I don't think there's anything he can do to stop this train wreck from there.

Ruby tugs again, but I'm frozen, still trying to figure out what exactly just happened. Well, I know what's happened. I just can't believe it.

The sound of a zipper and the rustle of clothes follows. "Thanks for that, now I'll be able to last longer tonight," Armstrong says.

"What about me?" a female asks. Her voice is nasally and whiny.

"What about you?"

"Well, I helped you, aren't you going to help me?"

"Didn't you come with a date?"

"Well, yes, but —" God her voice is familiar. I just can't figure out where I know it from.

"My cousin, right? He loves my sloppy seconds. Speeches are starting. I gotta get back to my ball and chain."

Gasps of horror ripple through the room, followed by a few giggles. These people really are assholes.

I think I'm going to throw up. I can't believe he's going to come out here and pretend nothing just happened. Like some other woman didn't just have her lips around his cock. His distinctly average cock. Maybe even slightly below average in length, if I'm being one hundred percent honest.

A door opens and closes.

My brother Lawson turns on the mic behind the podium and taps it, sending screeching feedback through the room, making people cringe. Too bad no one did that a minute ago.

Murmuring grows louder and glances flicker to the head table and then away as Brittany Thorton, a seriously skanky debutante, comes strutting through the doors, using a compact to check her lipstick. She's made it her mission to attempt to get into the pants of half the eligible men in this room. She's followed, not five seconds later, by a very smug-looking Armstrong.

"I'm going to kill him." I grab the closest steak knife, but it appears my hasty, and possibly felonious, plan is unnecessary. My brothers leave their respective posts and stalk toward him. Across the room my mother is gripping my father's arm, whispering furiously in his ear. Great. Just what I need, additional family drama.

"Oh shit," Ruby gasps.

I follow her gaze to find Bane converging on Armstrong with my brothers. Bancroft is a tank and he used to play professional rugby. I've seen him with his shirt off; he's built like a superhero and he'll probably crush Armstrong, or at least break something. Possibly multiple somethings.

For a second I consider that Ruby should probably stop Bane from destroying Armstrong's pretty, regal face, but then I realize I don't actually care. In fact, the possibility that he might break Armstrong's perfectly straight nose fills me with glee. Armstrong's well-being is no longer my concern, it's more about Bane ending up in prison for murder.

"I hope Armstrong has a good plastic surgeon, he's going to need it once Bane is done with him." Ruby echoes my internal hopes and her chair tips as she jumps up. "Come on, let's get you out of here." She nods to the right.

I notice my mother and father engaged in a heated discussion with Armstrong's parents. I really don't need this right now. Not the drama. Not the humiliation. All I wanted was a nice wedding. Instead I end up with a husband who gets a blow job during our reception — and it's broadcast to everyone attending.

Ruby urges me into action. "Don't worry about them. Get your stuff and we'll get you the hell out of here. I'll have the limo meet you by the entrance near your bridal suite as soon as I can."

I nod and stumble unsteadily to my feet, thanks to having consumed the better part of a bottle of wine in the last minute and a half. It's amazing how ninety seconds can change a person's entire life.

All hell breaks loose as more men jump in to either pummel or extract Armstrong from the pummeling. I grab my clutch and phone from the table, gather up my stupid, toopuffy gown, and head for the bridal suite, where I had prepared for what was supposed to be the most amazing day of my life. And now it's likely the wors — at least, I hope the mortification level I'm experiencing can't exceed this. I feel like the foulest version of Cinderella ever.

I rush down the empty hall and grab the doorknob as I fumble around in my clutch for the key. I'm surprised when it turns. I thought I'd locked it before we left for the ceremony. Regardless, I need to get away from everyone before I either lose it or commit a felony. Maybe both. Murder in the first. Armstrong will be my victim. And maybe that horrible skank, Brittany.

I thrust the door open and slam it closed behind me, locking it from the inside. Tears threaten to spill over and ruin my makeup. Not that it matters since there's no way I'm going out there again. I can't believe my forever lasted less than twelve hours. I can't believe the man I'm supposed to spend the rest of my life loving couldn't be faithful to me for even one day. What the hell is wrong with me? With him? I'm as devastated as I am angry and embarrassed. Once I annul this farce of a marriage I'll become a spinster. I should probably go ahead and adopt six or seven cats tonight.

"I need to get out of this dress," I say to myself. I reach behind me and pull the bow at the base of my spine. Instead of unfurling, it knots and I only succeed in pulling it tighter. Of course my dress has to be difficult. I growl my annoyance and rush over to my dressing table where my makeup and perfume are scattered from earlier today. Half a mimosa sits unconsumed beside the vase of red roses Armstrong had delivered.

The card read: I can't wait to spend forever loving you.

What a load of bullshit. I drain the contents of the champagne flute, not caring that the drink is warm and flat. Then I throw the glass, because it feels good and the sound of shattering crystal is satisfying. Next I heave the vase of roses, which explodes impressively against the wall, splattering water and shards of glass across the floor.

I yank out a couple of the drawers and find a pair of scissors. They actually look more like gardening shears and seem rather out of place, but I don't question it. Instead I reach behind me with my back to the mirror and awkwardly try to cut myself free. It's not easy with the way I have to crane my neck.

"Goddammit! I need to get out of this stupid dress!" I yell at my reflection. I think I might actually be losing it just a touch now. I stop messing around with the laces in the back and shove the scissors down the front. I nearly nick myself with a blade — they're a lot sharper than I realized — but that doesn't slow me down. I start hacking my way through the bodice; layers of satin, lace, and intricate beading sliced apart with every vicious snip.

I just want out of this nightmare.

CHAPTER 2

Fuck Yeah, or Maybe Not

Lexington

I take a swig from the half-empty bottle of half-flat champagne and set it on the bathroom vanity. I'm inebriated enough that it takes me two tries to unbuckle my belt. The button and zipper are less complicated. I expect my aim to be poor based on the amount of alcohol I've consumed.

I wish I hadn't come to this wedding. I wish I was on a flight somewhere, or in another country. Anywhere would be better than here. Anything would be preferable to watching my jackass cousin gloat over getting the girl.

And that's before I take into account how awful my date is. She's the absolute worst choice in the world, but dear God, my mother seems to think that Brittany Thorton has potential. My mother has been friends with her mother since we were children and she has some romantic inclination about one of her sons ending up with her, I guess.

She tried to set my brother Bancroft up with Brittany last year, unsuccessfully. Since Bancroft is out of the question and my older brother, Griffin, is in a committed relationship, I'm the last resort. I can't seem to say no to my mother, I never have, so here I am, hiding out in a bathroom drinking flat champagne straight from the bottle so I can get a break from my date and avoid the speeches.

All night Brittany has been telling me about her love of lollipops. We're not talking about the candy on a stick, either. I'm not interested in finding out about her sucking skills, even if it means I'd get a break from the incessant talking. I drag a hand down my face and sigh. I wonder if I can just leave Brittany here. Slip out the back door, and send an apology text feigning sickness.

I finish my business, tuck myself back into my boxers, zip my pants, but can't seem to find the energy, or dexterity, to buckle my belt back up. Besides, I don't plan to return to the reception right away. Speeches are about to begin and I have zero desire to listen to Armstrong spout his bullshit about how Amalie is his future. About how he loves her more than anything in the world. How he's devoted to her. The only thing Armstrong is devoted to is his reflection. And making my life miserable when he sees an opportunity.

There's a TV and a couch in here, so I'm going put my feet up, finish this bottle of champagne, and watch some sports. Or news. Depending on which is less depressing. I grab the bottle and take another swig just as a loud crash comes from somewhere beyond the bathroom. This time I miss my mouth and it spills down my chin, onto my shirt, all the way to my crotch. I spit out an expletive and attempt to mop up the mess with a hand towel, but it's already soaked in. Whatever. I'll just stay here until it dries.

(Continues…)



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Table of Contents

Cover,
Title Page,
Copyright Notice,
Dedication,
Prologue: No More Bad Boys,
One: Wedding Unbliss,
Two: Fuck Yeah, or Maybe Not,
Three: OMG,
Four: Fuck You, Motherfucker,
Five: Anti-Honeymoon,
Six: Fuck Toy Warehouse,
Seven: Mile High,
Eight: Don't Touch That,
Nine: Honeymoon Blues,
Ten: Dick Punch,
Eleven: Martini Mouth,
Twelve: After the Orgasms,
Thirteen: Swoon,
Fourteen: Complicated,
Fifteen: Toys Toys Toys,
Sixteen: Claim,
Seventeen: Alone and Lonely,
Eighteen: Home,
Nineteen: New News,
Twenty: Private Party,
Twenty-One: I Can't Stop,
Twenty-Two: No Self-Control,
Twenty-Three: Hurtful Truths,
Twenty-Four: Falling Apart,
Twenty-Five: Believe Me,
Twenty-Six: Unbreak Me,
Epilogue: With Me,
Acknowledgments,
About the Author,
Contents,
Copyright Page,

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Hooking Up 4.5 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 55 reviews.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I liked Aime and Lex's story. It was good, but not as good as Ruby's and Bane's. It had some funny parts and I felt horrible for Aime but at times it felt like the story dragged on a bit and I started skipping some pages just to move the story along. Overall, I would recommend it.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Amazing, as always! Loved these 2 characters and I love Ms. Hunting’s writing, she’s one of my favorites, I wish she could write faster!
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I had to skip the last 50 pages because the story dragged. I was looking forward to Amelia story but it was a huge disappointment which is too bad because Ruby and Jane's story was awesome.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
She kills it every time. I can't get enough of her b0oks.
MaimeosAngelsEL More than 1 year ago
5 star Review Hooking Up by Helena Hunting A stand alone novel from the very talented Helena Hunting. Hooking Up had me laughing so much it hurt. Romantic comedy is fast becoming one of my go to genres to read. Hooking Up was one of those books that had me laughing, smiling and generally feeling great. We heard about Amalie and Lex in Shacking up and I couldn’t wait to dive in to Hooking Up to see what these characters have been up to. Their chemistry together is smoking hot and almost electrifying. I love Ms. Hunting's style of writing, she ensures that her characters are not “perfect”. I was entertained and captivated from the start. If you want a fun, not too long romantic comedy to read, then I highly recommend Hooking Up, you won't be disappointed. Hooking up is about two strong characters who come together on an island and make magic.
iam_caryn 22 days ago
This is my new favourite book by Helena Hunting. Yes it was very sexy, but the story was beautiful, emotional and full of heart and growth. I didn’t expect to love it as much as I do, but it really was the perfect story.
Katiekoz 4 months ago
4.5☆ Hooking Up was a wonderful book! I loved the storyline and the characters, well most of them. Armstrong is a terrible and ridiculous man. How he can think what he did was ok is just insane! He's messed up in the head to say the least! I had an idea of where this book was going in Shaking Up and then I read Eye Candy and was almost certain of where this was going to go. I am happy to say I was correct and I am very happy that Lex was the hero. I absolutely loved him in Hooking Up. He's such a good guy, especially with Amy. He helps her in a lot of ways, but I love how he help to show her that she can be her true self and people will still love her. They have a lot of obstacles in the way of their relationship, but they were meant to be together and they just make it work. Being in Lex and Amie's heads was definitely a hoot and they kept me entertained. I feel like there were multiple options for future books in the story and I hope that becomes true. I know for sure one is and I am very happy about that! I really enjoy this group of characters and I hope they continue on for a while.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
You fall right in line with the charcters. A funny laugh out loud one moment & tears on the next. A bond between some that are so strong you can feel it as you read their story. This book is definitely worth time to sit down and read even with a book club. Keep up the great writing.
Lisa_Loves_Literature More than 1 year ago
As Helena Hunting's books tend to do, I was hooked within the first 10% of the book, so that I wanted to drive out of the way, take the long way to places, just to listen to a bit more before I had to get out of the car to go into work. This was such a hilarious story! The suitcase Amalie packed with her "toys" for their honeymoon, and when she accidentally tried to take it on carry-on instead of checking it? First off, I would be too embarrassed to even check my luggage with one of those in it, let alone the huge collection she was taking. And then there was Lexington, and how he saved the day that time, along with the other times he helped her out. Of course when she kind of threw herself at him the day of the wedding after cutting herself out of her wedding dress, that was hilarious. Her almost husband Armstrong was ridiculous, I couldn't even figure out why in the world he wouldn't give her up. Although we did get the clue on that later on in the story. So ridiculous how he expected her to be all pure and sweet because she was going to be his wife, instead of letting her enjoy sex the way he seemed to want to with all the women outside of his relationship. I totally loved Ami and Lex together. And it was great meeting the characters from the first book, which I'll now need to go back and read, since I do own it. The nice thing about Hunting's series is that you don't necessarily have to read them in order, although some things will be given away, like obviously that certain couples do end up together, if you read later books first. But since you know that is kind of a given in a romance, that's not that big of a deal in my book. Definitely another great series by this author! Although, as hot as the cover is, the guy needs some tattoos to be Lexington.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Love the story line!! The characters are very believable.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Must read
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Lexington is swoon worthy. Enjoyed the relationship between Lex and Amie.
Shweetsandi More than 1 year ago
OH MY GOODNESS! I did not think that this author could get better than the Pucked series and I was so wrong. She slayed me with with this book. Lexington is my new book boyfriend (next to Ares but that is a different author and series). Oh wow! Let;s start with saying if you read Shacking Up the first book in this series you will have met Armstrong and Amie. Yes the stupid. might I even say idiot cousin of Bane, Lex and Griffin. In this book we get to see this here idiot come full circle. His dumbness flys high in at his own wedding and poor Amelia gets to witness it in all the techo sound glory...as well as all their guest. Enter Lexington well seems he was already in the bridal suite "taking care of business" and being the good guy that he is he refuses to take Amelia up on her offer. Oh yes i am talking in riddles here folks but believe me this book is not full of riddles but well written by one of today's best authors. We learn about friendship and lust, love that comes from that place that one can not deny even if you want to...it simply draws you back to each other like magnets. Is this a "pretty read"? No. Is this a hot read ? YeS. This book had me wanting to find a tattooed guy to trace his ink, go to Bora Bora and skinnydip and just drink champagne on a plane with him.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Can't go wrong with the books by HH...
DaneWeimMama More than 1 year ago
I just adore this series (Shacking Up)!! Hooking Up is the second book in the series but can be read as a stand alone. This book is funny, sexy, sweet, & so entertaining. I stayed up way late reading this - it was such a fun read!! I hope there is another book in the series!! I voluntarily reviewed an Advance Reader Copy of this book.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Loved the characters and the story the author built. It was a fun read :)
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Good read
BookWorm221 More than 1 year ago
This book was perfect to get me out of a Reading slump that has not left me for many weeks now! From the moment I started it I got stuck in the story, I was so excited to read it because since the last book I found myself wishing that I could read the story behind some comments and actions that I picked up from both Lexington and Amie. The way the book starts is funny and kind of heartbreaking but you also know that it was something that needed to happen to get these two on the road, Lexington was an incredible character, I was not expecting him so be the way it was and Amie was a pleasure to read, seeing her unravel and be herself again was so much fun to read. True to a Helena Hunting book, the story is a wonderful combination between super funny situations, sexy encounters and truly romantic moments.
thereadingchick More than 1 year ago
Hooking Up begins at Amie’s wedding. Her brand new husband is humiliating her by cheating on her and everyone hear’s it on the sound system at the reception. Amie downs a bottle of champagne and throws herself at the first man she see’s… our hero, Lexington. This novel is off to a rocky start! However, when Lex turns down her offer, I’m intrigued and truthfully a bit relieved. As their story continues that integrity shines through in Lexington and combined with Amie’s quirkiness, they grew into a couple I wanted to see find their HEA. The only other novel of this author’s I’ve read is Pucked, which I liked. If you haven’t read one of her novels, just beware. Helena Hunting’s style is pretty raunchy. Hooking Up definitely follows that format, but what makes her novels so popular are that her characters have heart and she throws them into laugh out loud situations that make these stories about the characters. I love a good sex scene just as much as the next gal, but what I really love is when I’m caught off guard by a scene and start laughing. Hooking Up is filled with these kind of moments. OK, let’s talk characters. When I read that scene from the wedding reception, I thought, Oh No! I am not a huge fan of women as victims, however I quickly saw that there was more to Amie’s character than what we were seeing on the surface. This was a woman who had hidden depths! (Totally apparent when I read that HILARIOUS airport x-ray scene!) Lexington was actually just as swoon-worthy as you’d want your male lead to be. He was charming, attractive, honorable and very sexy. Hooking Up was a fun, sexy, heart-warming love story. I know it’s the second in the series, so if you’re like me and you haven’t read the first, Shacking Up, you’re going to want to jump right in and read it.
MoniqueD More than 1 year ago
Well, this will be an awkward review to write, as it was advised not to mention the name of the hero, unless it was only pre-publication. Anyway, I will go by this guideline. So, there is this jerk, and this nice guy, and this rather confused young woman, Amalie. “Amie” always manages to make the wrong choice when it comes to men, and she has done it again, and big time. Only, he didn’t show his true colours until it was somewhat too late. HOOKING UP was my first book by Ms. Hunting, so needless to say, I hadn’t read the previous book, Shacking Up, and I have the nagging feeling it might have made a difference when it came to Amalie, at least, and maybe the two men. Maybe it might have helped to have really known how “Anarchy Amie” was in the first book to better understand why she did what she did. So, well, no summarising here because of abovementioned advisory… I guess I can say there was a HEA, after much, oh so very much rehashing of the situation in which Amalie finds herself; HOOKING UP could have been shorter, because the rivalry was mentioned so many times, it was a bit dizzying. I loved both men; the nice guy, because he was really adorable and exuded sex in a believable way, and the bad guy because he was unfortunately very credible in his persistence. The dialogues are excellent, but I admit to having had problems with the writing at times, which was rather uneven. On page 1, I was wondering if I had made a mistake in choosing to read HOOKING UP because of the puzzling syntax in the first few paragraphs. Even if the book did drag on too long in places, in my opinion, the sex scenes were torrid and very well written, and the characters extremely well fleshed out, even Amie who gave me a hard time, but it was the way she was, and with regards to the situation she was living as well. I voluntarily reviewed an advanced reader copy of this book.
SaraBetty More than 1 year ago
I Laughed, I cried and I Surely Swooned!!! Really like this author... She has a great sense of humor that comes through in her books... She writes different story lines and I seek out her books often... If you don't believe that a groom will seek sexual favors from someone not his bride at their wedding reception ~~ This is the book for you...
BoundlessBookaholic More than 1 year ago
I really liked this one. It’s a longer book, but it flew by because I was invested in the characters. I enjoyed all of them, except the ones I was meant to hate. Thank you Netgalley for providing me a copy in exchange for a honest review. I’m giving it 4.5 out of 5 stars. I connected with Amalie’s character quite a bit. I felt heartbroken with her. Obviously based on the summary there’s cheating in this one. The progression between her and the mystery guy was believable, especially when we get to see both sides of their story. I’m not usually a huge dual POV fan, but this one was done well. I liked seeing his side of things A LOT. The mystery guy was fabulous in my opinion. Can I have one of my very own? I’m not going to say his name, although it becomes very apparent who it will be at the beginning of the book. He’s definitely going on my book boyfriend list. Sexy, swoony, and super sweet when he wants to be. The perfect combination. I loved the interactions between the main characters, and even loved some of the secondary characters like Ruby, and Bane. I found myself smiling and chuckling to myself several times while reading. I definitely need to see what else this author has written, because I want more. If you love romance, and don’t mind some cheating, then definitely check this one out!
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book_junkee More than 1 year ago
Amie was the best part of the previous book, so I was pretty excited to get to this one. Hottie-Hook Up is charming and a genuinely nice guy. The chemistry between them is ridiculous, but not only that, they actually talk to each other. And it was amusing to see Ruby again. Plot wise, it was exactly what I expected. There was a bit of drama and some avoidance, but nothing too horrible. Overall, it was a quick read with a set of characters I really enjoyed. If this becomes an actual series, I might read another one. **Huge thanks to SMP Swerve for providing the arc free of charge**
LaurieBeemer More than 1 year ago
This was a book that made me laugh and yell at the same time. When Amie's life takes a drastic turn just hours after her marriage what is she to do but run and hide and regroup. Unfortunately fate intervenes in the form of Lexington the hot sexy man that turns her down They end up running into each other and what follows is romance, comedy, anger, betrayal, and happiness. Thank you NetGalley for allowing me to read this and write a honest review.