From New York Times bestselling author Helena Hunting, Shacking Up is a hilarious, swoon-worthy novel about sex and the cityand everything in-between.
SHE’S IN THE DOGHOUSE. WILL HE TAKE HER ALL THE WAY UP TO THE PENTHOUSE?
Ruby Scott is months behind on rent and can’t seem to land a steady job. She has one chance to turn things around with an important audition. But instead of getting her big break, Ruby gets sick as a dog and ends up with her tail between her legs. All thanks to a mysterious, gorgeous guy who kissed herand then coughed on herat a party the night before.
Ruby’s BFF might have found the perfect job opportunity: pet-sitting in the lavish penthouse apartment belonging to hotel magnate Bancroft Mills. But when the newly-evicted Ruby meets her jet-setting employer, she realizes he’s the same guy who got her sick. Seeing his role in Ruby’s dilemma, Bane offers her a permanent job as his live-in pet sitter until she can get back on her feet. . .and maybe back into his arms?
“Fun, sexy, and full of heart…Helena Hunting has done it again!”
USA Today bestselling author Melanie Harlow
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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's writes contemporary romance ranging from new adult angst to romantic sports comedy.
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By Helena Hunting
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Keep Your Tongue to Yourself
I set the half-full limoncello martini — it's as close to honey and lemon water as I'm going to get right now — on the table, and nab the waiter as he passes. Taking one of the offered napkins, I daintily select a variety of appetizers, oohing over the mushroom blah blah blah canapés. The name of the appetizer doesn't matter as much as how good it is. My taste buds are dancing with joy and so is my stomach. If this engagement party is an indicator of what the wedding will be like, I'm going to smuggle Tupperware in my purse.
My best friend, Amalie — who I refer to as Amie and have since we met in prep school — is marrying an insanely wealthy man, which makes sense since she also comes from an incredibly wealthy family. This union is still a couple of steps up the social ladder for her, so in her family's eyes, she's making a very smart partner choice.
As a product of the same kind of privileged background, I will say this financial partnership dance is one of the less desirable parts of being among the wealthy. Our parents all preach about marrying for love — but really, it's marrying for love of the bank account and maintaining status. Amie's fiancé has a bank account the size of a porn star's dingle — according to her reports, his actual dingle is just average, which is a little sad. But you can't have everything.
I ignore the waiter's disapproving frown as I delicately shove an adorable shrimp tart in my mouth to make room for one more on my cocktail napkin. Plates would be far more effective, but I set mine down somewhere and someone's already been by to clear it away. I'll make do with the napkin.
My current employment status — or unemployment status, to be more accurate — means I've had to resort to a modified eating plan. One that consists of a lot of ramen noodles. I could ask my father for help, more than he already provides, but requesting additional funds will prove, to both of us, that I'm struggling to make it on my own. That is not an option. The minute I do that, he'll have me moving back to Rhode Island so I can sit behind a desk and become another one of his corporate drones. That definitely ranks low on my list of awesome things to do with my life.
I wait until the waiter has moved on to the next group of people, make sure no one's paying attention to me, then pretend I'm looking for something in my purse — which, in reality, I am. I stealthily open the plastic baggie, fold up the napkin with the shrimp tart, and slide it inside.
This is the third time I've done this tonight. I've racked up quite an array of snacks for the next couple of days. They'll make nice sides for my Raman noodle dinners. And lunches.
Between appetizer thieving sessions, I've been busy scoping out the hotties since I'm without a date. I suppose I could've invited someone, but an engagement party is the kind of event that indicates interest in further dates. Currently there's no one I'm that interested in. Besides, I have an audition tomorrow and I can't be up late. This negates any potential for post-date make-out sessions, so it's better that I came alone anyway.
Instead of wallowing in self-pity over my datelessness, I'm ranking the eligible bachelors on their hair and shoes. Hair says a lot about a man. I know who has plugs and who doesn't. Plugs indicate self-consciousness and excessive vanity.
Shoes also tell me a lot about the type of man I'm interacting with. If the shoes are pointier than mine, the man is usually too high maintenance and by that I mean that his expectation of women is outside of anything that I'd ever be willing to comply with. Plugs and pointy shoes are the worst of the worst. Those men are the ones most likely to insist on boob jobs and liposuction — whatever it takes to make their wives look as close to Barbie as possible. I refuse to be someone's silent arm candy.
"Ruby? Everything okay?" Amie puts her hand on my shoulder.
"What? Oh, yeah. Everything's fine. I have to get going, unfortunately." I should've left half an hour ago, but the food is incredible.
She side hugs me. "I'm glad you could come for a little while."
"I honestly wish I could stay longer. I feel bad about having to leave so early." And without even one phone number. Although, in fairness, I've been distracted with appetizer thieving.
She waves a dismissive hand. "I'm sure there will be plenty more parties before the wedding. I know you must be nervous about the audition, and excited."
"I'm crossing everything that it goes well tomorrow. I'd even cross my vagina lips if they hung low enough."
Amie coughs and glances around to make sure the pickle-up-the-ass trust-fund boys missed my inappropriate vagina talk.
"Sorry." I only sort of mean it. I don't want to embarrass my friend, but it's only since a massive three-carat-diamond-toting man came into her life that she's adopted this somewhat snooty, upper-crust attitude. Vagina jokes used to be our thing. At least in college they were.
She flutters a hand around in the air, the one with the rock, and smiles. "It's fine. I shouldn't even care, but Armstrong's mother will end up with a case of the vapors if she hears anyone say anything pertaining to who-has."
That my best friend is referring to girl parts as "who-ha" is more reason to worry about this engagement. Never have we traded dirty sex-part names for highbrow, approved ones until now.
"Amalie! There you are. I've been looking for you everywhere. I need you for photographs."
Amie turns to address the woman who's approaching. "Oh! I'm so sorry. I didn't realize they were scheduled now."
She looks as if she's probably somewhere in her late fifties, although extensive surgeries keep her skin baby-bottom smooth, at least the skin on her face. Her neck tells another story. I take in the rest of her. She's wearing a black dress that says funeral more than engagement party and around her neck is some kind of animal. "Is that alive?" I reach out, as if I'm about to give her pet a pat, but her recoil has me mirroring her.
"Ha!" she barks out a laugh. "Aren't you a funny one." Her tone seems to imply she doesn't find me funny in the least.
"That's a stole," I say stupidly. "Is that a fox?"
She strokes the dead animal wrapped around her neck, her lip peeling back in distaste. "It's a mink."
At least it's not a baby seal. Who in the world wears fur stoles in this century unless they've been abandoned in the wilderness and need it for survival? And it's May. "Let's hope PETA isn't waiting outside with a bucket of paint, huh?"
She blinks at me.
"Gwendolyn, this is my best friend and maid of honor, Ruby Scott. Ruby, this is Armstrong's mother."
Shit. I've just insulted my best friend's soon-to-be mother-in-law. This is not a good start.
Gwendolyn holds out a hand as if she's expecting me to kiss it. I shake it instead. "Oh, yes. Amalie's told me about your family. Scott Pharmaceuticals, isn't that right?" She tilts her head and arches a brow, or at least I think that's what she's doing. It's hard to tell since very little of her face seems to move.
"Uh, yes." I hate this part. The way people look at me differently the moment they know who my family is and that I come from money. Then there's the judgment that I don't quite belong because I'm "new" money, unlike Amie. I'm third-generation trust fund, but in this circle, that's considered new.
"Your father's new medical laboratory has made some groundbreaking discoveries, hasn't it?" She sounds like she disapproves. Maybe her husband has discovered the wonders of the artificial, never-ending hard-on and her dried out vagina is angry with me.
My father's team created the newest erectile dysfunction medication. It's a real porn-star legacy. I nod and smile, even though my father had absolutely nothing to do with the actual development of the medication. He just struts around making people think he did.
"Ruby is just on her way out. I'll be along in a moment and then we can take some pictures."
"Of course, of course." Gwendolyn waves us off as Amie takes my arm and guides me away. Gwendolyn is already striking up a conversation with someone else.
"I'm sorry about the stole comment," I mutter as we cross the room.
"It's fine. She's drunk, so she probably won't remember anyway."
She seems like a real piece of work. It also explains a lot about Armstrong. I'm still trying to figure out his allure. He seems to walk around with an entire jar of pickles rammed up his ass at all times. I'm also wary about how fast things have moved. They've only been together for a few months, but Amie seems convinced they're a match made in heaven. I guess the scandalous option of divorce down the line is there if necessary.
Not that I'm predicting divorce or anything.
I'm just rather familiar with the way these men trade in wives like cars when the model gets a dent — or the Botox stops erasing the wrinkles. My own father is on wife number three. His current wife is all of twenty-eight. She used to be his secretary — so cliché.
Amie fingers my hair when we reach the door to the ballroom. I used a curling iron to no avail, it's already straightened itself out for me. Amie has this incredible wavy, sandy blond hair, the opposite of mine in color and body. "Should I give you a wake-up call in the morning? Just to make sure you don't sleep through your alarm?"
"You don't have to do that. You'll be exhausted tomorrow morning after this. You should sleep in for once."
"I have to work tomorrow. I'll be up early."
I don't really understand why anyone would plan an engagement party on a Monday night, but apparently Armstrong's mother was highly influential. Even if it had been on a weekend, there's a good chance Amie would be up early anyway. It doesn't matter what time she goes to bed at, her internal alarm is set for 5:45 a.m.
"Sounds good. Maybe you can come by my place for lunch or something later?" I'm sure I can manage to scrounge up enough money to buy the necessary items to make sandwiches.
She makes her scrunchy no-no face. "I'm having lunch with Armstrong's mother to discuss wedding plans."
I mirror her displeased expression. "Have fun with that."
"We can do dinner later in the week. My treat."
"You don't have to buy." In all honesty, I can't afford to go out for dinner with Amie unless we do the dollar menu at the burger place down the street from my apartment, but my pride won't let me admit that. Sadly, Amie swears that place gave her food poisoning, so she refuses to entertain eating there. Being in between jobs sucks.
"I'll take you out to celebrate your audition."
"If you insist." I would love to eat something that isn't from a cellophane package.
"I do." She smiles, as if it's not a big deal. I'm already reviewing the menus at various restaurants and picking the most reasonable, filling dinner options.
Amie's unaware of how dire my financial situation currently is. I honestly didn't realize how bad it was until I checked my account yesterday. The one my father doesn't know about. The one that's very close to zero. Until three weeks ago, I had a steady paycheck and a role in a successful production that had been running for five months. I'd known something was up when the last two paychecks were late, and then bounced entirely. The production company had gone bankrupt, and I suddenly found myself with no income.
To make matters even worse, less than a week later, my agent decided to take early retirement with no warning. She dumped her entire client list, leaving us all scrambling for representation. So far I'm not having much luck securing a new agent, or a new role.
I need this role, otherwise I'm going to have to bite the bullet and get a part-time gig making overpriced coffee for the over-pampered dicks in this room. Which I'm not opposed to. It just sucks, given that I graduated with a Triple-Threat Award from Randolph almost two years ago. I naively assumed my ability to sing, dance, and act would mean an automatic ticket to Broadway. Boy was I ever wrong about that. So far, I've managed two small parts in Off-Off Broadway productions. Hopefully tomorrow pans out and I'm back on the payroll. I don't really want to entertain the alternatives, so I'm thinking positive and hoping for the best.
I give her a hug, drain my martini, set the glass on the table, and tell her to have fun ... As much as she can, considering the crowd she's managing. The massive chandeliers hanging from the ceiling have been dimmed, so the lighting isn't great. Or maybe it's the effects of the martini impacting the clarity of my vision.
I've never been a big drinker. In college when my friends were chugging beer and doing keg stands at frat parties, I'd be the girl nursing the same red plastic cup all night. It didn't help that all they usually had was beer, which I've never developed a taste for. So even though I've been sipping the same martini since I arrived, downing the back half of it hits me like I've chugged an entire bottle of vodka straight without eating ... For at least two days. The feeling won't last long, but it's discombobulating regardless.
I step through the doors and decide before I jump on the subway I should use one of the nice, swanky bathrooms. I'm not sure my bladder will be able to make the trip home and the walk to my apartment. Only a few people mill around in the open foyer, talking on cell phones. I spot the restroom sign and head in that direction, attempting to maintain poise.
The lighting in this hall is even worse, with only a few accent lamps illuminating the way. It's kind of creepy. The actual bathroom is lovely, with a couch in the corner and a primping mirror. Some woman with ridiculously high heels, abnormally long legs, and a super short, tight dress is currently taking up residence in front of the mirror with half her purse contents strewn over the counter. She's also talking on her phone, speaker style. She might be on video chat, actually, based on the way she has her phone propped up.
She pauses for a moment, her gaze shifting to me for a quick glance. I don't even have half a second to form a polite, potentially fake smile before she pulls a face as if she's smelling garbage and looks away.
I push through the first door to find a plugged toilet. Holding back a gag I move on to the next one and find it's clean. Once I'm locked safely in my stall, the modelesque bitchy chick resumes her conversation, as if closing the door somehow makes it impossible for me to hear what she says.
I drape my shawl over the hook, along with my purse, and hike up my skirt, tucking it into the front of my dress to prevent it from getting wet and pull a hover squat. I don't care how nice these bathrooms are, I don't want my skin touching the seat if I can avoid it.
"Ugh," the woman preening moans. "Do you think this dress makes me look fat?" I make a face at the door and hold in a snort. She's rail thin.
"You look amazing. I bet you look better than Armstrong's fiancée. I don't know why he's even marrying her. Her family doesn't have nearly as much money as his."
"But they're old money, and you know what that means."
Her friend makes a disapproving sound. "Still."
"Her dress is so last year. Anyway, I think my date with Banny is going really well."
"Now that he's not doing that soccer thing anymore and he's taking a role in his family business, he's definitely more appealing."
"He played rugby, not soccer, and I totally agree."
I roll my eyes at their conversation. These girls are the exact reason I rebel against the entire room of people out there and everyone associated with them. So shallow.
"Do you think you'll get an invite back to his place?" her friend asks.
"I really hope so. That would be ideal, but I don't know, he's been sick or something. He's been taking cold medication all night. Not that it matters. Do you think I should have sex with him if he does invite me back, or should I play it coy? I need another date out of this, so I don't want to come across as too easy."
"Maybe just a blow job, then?"
"That's a good idea."
"And don't let him take your clothes off."
"Of course not. I did send him that picture of me sucking on a lollipop a few minutes ago. You don't think that was too forward, do you?"
"He used to be a professional athlete, I'm sure he's used to forward."
Wow. This is a seriously classy conversation. I finish my business and avoid eye contact as I head for the sink and turn on the water hoping to drown out their conversation.
There are little bottles of lotion, packaged mints, and, ironically, lollipops arranged by the disposable hand towels. I select a grape one, unwrap it, and pop it in my mouth. I also take a package of mints. If I was alone, I might have hocked everything in that little basket.
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Table of Contents
Chapter 1: Keep Your Tongue to Yourself,
Chapter 2: The Impact of Flu Medication and Alcohol,
Chapter 3: Screw You, Awesome Kisser,
Chapter 4: Dinner Plans,
Chapter 5: Homes for the Homeless,
Chapter 6: Movin' On Up,
Chapter 7: Firecrackers in My Pants,
Chapter 8: Bon Voyage,
Chapter 9: Phone Calls,
Chapter 10: Luckless,
Chapter 11: Party Time,
Chapter 12: Mine,
Chapter 13: Jobs for the Jobless,
Chapter 14: Dancing Shoes,
Chapter 15: Accidental Snuggles,
Chapter 16: Hard to Control Hard-Ons,
Chapter 17: The Jig Is Up,
Chapter 18: Bliss to Bad News,
Chapter 19: I Hate Brittany,
Chapter 20: New Digs,
Chapter 21: Worst,
Chapter 22: Ice Cream Tastes Like Heartbreak,
Chapter 23: Break a Leg,
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This was the perfect lighthearted and hilarious book that I needed! I switched back and forth between the ebook and audiobook (yay for whispersync!) and enjoyed both immensely. I absolutely loved Bane and Ruby and couldn't get enough of their crazy innuendo and banter. This is the first full length book by Helena Hunting that I have read, but it certainly won't be my last! I was introduced to Ruby and Bane in her novella Getting Down, which is part of the Eye Candy anthology. I fell so in love with them, that I knew I had to find out how it all started in Shacking Up. I was laughing so hard while reading/listening to this book! Ruby's inner dialogue is especially hysterical! Everything from the unconventional meeting with Bane, to her adventures while following her dream (I was dying from her initial audition while she was sick!) was fresh and hilarious! I loved all the build up and will they/won't they between Bane and Ruby. Yes, they flirted and skirted the line between friendship and something more while he was away, but it only made their relationship feel more real and honest. It gave them the time to truly get to know each other and allowed the chemistry to get to explosive levels. And explode it did! Of course, the icing on the cake was the delicious narration of Bane by Jacob Morgan! I would have loved more Bane chapters just to hear more of his voice! I'm glad Hooking Up is releasing soon, because I can't wait to read Amie's story next!
Enjoyed the journey of Bane and Ruby. Loved that Ruby is a strong woman that wanted to prove that she could make a career for herself. Recommend. I will definitely be reading more by this author. Mjw
Loved this book. So hot,sexy, & funny.
A stand alone novel from the very talented Helena Hunting. Shacking Up had me laughing so much it hurt. The chemistry between down on her luck Ruby Scott and the super rich hotel magnate Bancroft (Bane) Mills had my temperature on the rise; they simply sizzled together. Romantic comedy is fast becoming my go to genre to read. Shacking Up was one of those books that had me laughing, smiling and generally feeling great. I love Ms. Hunting's style of writing, she ensures that her characters are not “perfect”. Ruby is an extremely relatable and likeable character and whilst Bane is so far out of her (and my) league, he was also down to earth,, Helena Hunting told a story that had me entertained and captivated from the start. Bane really did swoop in to save the day, a modern day knight in shining armor. If you want a fun, not too long romantic comedy to read, then I highly recommend Shacking Up, you won't be disappointed.
What to say that hasn't been said? I loved this book, l loved the interactions between Ruby and Bane, I loved Francesca and Tiny. I loved the flirtiness, the boldness, the shyness, and the uncertainty that is the basis of the relationship between these two. I loved their friends and families, because even the crappy ones set the stage to bring these two together. I love that they are both so vulnerable, and yet so strong, and they are confident in who they are, and what they want. I loved the laughter they gave me, the sexiness they exuded, and the tears they brought to my eyes. This story had me drawn in, invested in it, from the start, and I didn't set it down until I was done, because, I loved everything about it!
Funny and sweet.... Highly recommended..!!!!!!!!
Shacking Up is a case of mistaken identity leading to one hot kiss, that eventually progresses. I loved the characters, Ruby and Bancroft (Bane) have an undeniable chemistry. From the first meeting of Ruby and the Awesome Kisser, I found myself rooting for these two. Ruby is a strong, independent, sassy woman and she certainly throws Bane for a loop more than one time. Bane is learning his father's hotel business and has to go out of town for a few weeks, but needs someone to take care of his pets. I was envious of her pet sitting job, and instantly fell in love with Francesca the ferret. It did take me a little longer to warm up to Tiny the tarantula but by the end I liked him just fine. And I loved that Bane let Ruby keep her old chair, that made him a keeper in my book. If you love a romance that is heartwarming, passionate, and sexy, then you will love this book.
Sexy and funny! It was a great read!!
My kinda book... Lots of love, laughter and fun... Also some hard times for Ruby as she tries to find the right fit in the NYC theater scene... Loved the "pets" and their part in the story... Ended too soon for me but otherwise I much enjoyed this fast and fun book... Loved Bane and thought he and Ruby were an exact match... Their banter was fun and left lots of smiles... A perfect book for any day... Going to find more books by the author...
I Love Helena Hunting and have been a fan since the Clipped Wings and Pucked series! Shacking up was a whole new RomCom that she adds to her collection. I was completely enamored with Shacking Up and the characters that bring the story to life. The laughs, the crazy flirting, the denial, and then of course the explosive sexy scenes. Helena Hunt brings it all with this book and I love it more for that. Ruby was the chick I loved to hear talk. Her sassiness and comebacks were on point. Bancoft, with his sexy self, shows a little bit of vulnerability. He is pleased when Ruby shows her interest and she helps him see himself as a person. I love these two together! The banter and playfulness had me giddy. I am can not wait to see what Helena has next for us!
Helena is one of my fav authors. Whether she is writing gut wrenching & emotional stories or fun & sexy stories, she always delivers!
This is the first romance I have read in quite a while and I really enjoyed it. All the characters were well developed and interesting. The humor and the verbal sparring back and forth between the two main characters made this a fun and exciting read. I received this ebook from NetGalley for an honest review.
Love this author. Never disappointed¿.
Hot sweetness! I seriously lived and loved their love story so freaking much that saying good-bye by writing this review was hard. I put it off for weeks, but I give it ALL. THE. STARS. ★¸¸.•*¨*•★ Minor spoilers alert★•*¨*•.¸¸★ Writing style: Dual POVs Lead Characters: Bancroft (aka Bane) Mills and Ruby Scott (24 y.o.) Favorite Supporting Character: Francesca, Bane’s pet ferret •*¨*• Favorite Inner Monologue Quote ‘She has a naughty mouth. She likes it when I talk dirty to her. And that’s just the sexual compatibility, which has nothing on how compatible we are beyond the bedroom. It’s been two hours since I left Ruby sleeping in my bed. Four hours since I’ve been inside her. I already feel as if I’m going through withdrawal.’ ಌ Baneಌ
Every book I have read by Helena has been a great read. This is no exception . I fell in love with Bane!
I didn't want it to end.... incredible writing and awesome characters. Although I hoped to get a better glimpse into amie and her fiance.... i feel like it was more to know about them but was missing. I wish the book was a little longer. Otherwise it was an awesome read
Loved the book. Now I want a ferret.
Awesome, unique story! I love the back and forth banter and the love that builds over time. Well done, Helena!
I had a hard time with this book - was it the writing or the plot? Couldn't tell you - but I didn't get any farther than the 3rd chapter.
I have read previous stories by Helena Hunting but I think I like this one the best! So funny yet it pulls at your heart strings. Great story.
Shacking Up is a romantic comedy starring two leads who were born into upper crust families but do things a little differently than many surrounding them. They aren't has worried about expectations of what's proper. Ruby is trying to become a broadway star. She's having trouble getting a role. When her father cuts her off, she ends up live-in pet setting for Bancroft. This story is full of dirty inner monologue and exotic animals and has plenty of sexual tension and humorous situations. If you're a fan of lighthearted romance, you should check it out.
Fun fun fun read!! Shacking Up is a super cute story with a perfect ending. Ruby is feisty & independent & Bancroft is a sexy animal lover- what is not to love? Helena Hunting will be on my authors to always read from now on. I hope there are more books with the characters from Shacking Up (Bancroft has 2 brothers!!) I voluntarily reviewed an Advance Reader Copy of this book.
Helena Hunting never disappoints her readers. Shacking Up is a true gem. Ruby is trying to make it on her own. With no help from daddy. All he wants is for her to move back to RI and work for his company. That is the last thing Ruby wants. Bancroft is now working for his dad's company since his rugby career is over. His father wants him to learn the whole business which means a lot of traveling. Most of his and Ruby's "relationship" starts with texts and video chats. Things get heavy even with an ocean between them. Once he gets back now Ruby feels that if they try to make it work between them she cannot still live in his condo. She still wants to make it on her own and not depend on anyone. I love how Bancroft does not judge her for her current employment but accepts her and supports her in trying to make it on her own. Helena Hunting's stories get better and better and this one only makes me enjoy her even more
This is another great book from Helena Hunting. I enjoyed this story from beginning to end. Who would think an accidental kiss would lead to a place to live for Ruby and pet care for Bancroft. Shacking up is a well written story with lots of love and laugh out loud moments. This is a great read.