My name is Brooke Barker…
And I’m a freaking disaster.
No, seriously. I’m a college drop-out working a dead-end job, my best friend Carly’s dog gets more action than I do, and I have more bad dates in my diary than there are movie remakes.
Not to mention I’m completely and utterly in love with Cain Elliott.
The problem? He’s in a relationship. With a girl who’s so plastic she makes Barbie cry herself to sleep with jealousy.
The second problem? He’s my best friend.
My shut-up-and-put-harry-potter, yes-this-is-your-shirt, help-I-have-no-power, crap-I’m-out-of-tampon, kinda best friend.
And that’s all he can be, right?
Being Brooke is a standalone romantic comedy. Hilarious, super-sexy, and possibly highly inappropriate at times, this is the perfect feel-good read!
BEING BROOKE IS LIVE!
MY REVIEW –
4.5 HILARIOUSLY SWEET STARS!!
*I volunteered to review a Copy of this book from InkSlinger PR*
Thank you so very much InkSlinger PR!! I am extremely honored and grateful!!
This was my first time reading Ms.Hart’s work and I absolutely adored every hilarious second of it!! When i started reading i couldn’t stop! The heroine had me in tears from cracking up! Have you ever just wanted to hug a book or in my case a Kindle because of how much the story made you smile and laugh when you needed it the most? Well, this story sure did that for me!! I liked the fact that it had a nice balance of humor, romance, friendship, family, and realistic situations. It took me by surprise and left me with an extreme craving for not only pizza but cupcakes as well!! I really enjoyed every character except for one, if you’ve read it you know who I’m talking about. Also, The Life Tips at the beginning of every chapter were pure gold!! So priceless!
Ms.Hart really changed the Romantic Comedy game for sure with this one!! Some moments were just so crazy and unexpected that I couldn’t contain my emotions. Even though I could’ve yelled at the two main characters. (News flash – I’m passionate about stories and even more so about characters I love). Ms.Hart showed what it means to be happy in your own skin and not live to impress others. Be yourself and forget those who don’t appreciate your awesomeness! This story has been on my mind for the past few days and just hated letting these characters go. I’m looking forward to picking up the rest of her books!! I can’t wait to read what she comes up with next!! She’s an author to watch!! Ms.Hart can we have more of Brooke and the gang? Pretty please with icing on top? ;D
EMOTIONS CAN EAT YOU ALIVE BUT TRUTHS CAN SET YOU FREE. . .
Being Brooke is about Brooke Barker who wants nothing more than to forget about the feelings she has for her Best Friend Cain. Some things are easier said than done. Brooke is so stinking amazing and I wish I coiled hug the crap out of her!! She’s at a crossroads in her life and I found that to be relatable because I’m still trying to find out what I want in my own life too. Her dirty mouth made me laugh so hard (I may or may not have choked on water more than once) . She wasn’t afraid to tell you how she felt about you and her honesty was quite refreshing! Her friendship with Carly and Cain was so perfectly imperfect! All three of them brought something different to the story and they made me so happy! I could’ve yelled at both Brooke and Cain during some points. Cain was so sweet yet a Smart A ** at the same time! I loved it!
Will Brooke end up saying how she feels? Or will the fear of heartbreak stop her from saying years of hidden emotions? Will Cain finally open his eyes to what is in front of him? Or is friendship all he wants? One-Click to find out Today! Trust me, you do not want to miss out on this entertaining story!! From not so good cooking experiences to a foul mouthed grandpa who wants to get back in the dating game, Being Brooke has it all!! I sure do hope you love this story as much as I did!! 4.5 Stars all around!!
Cain’s phone begins to buzz on the table. The screen lights up, and the short name on the screen makes me have to fight a frown.
I know it’s Nina. It always is. It’s like she has a Brooke-dar. She can sense whenever Cain and I are alone and hanging out.
My heart sinks, slowly but heavily, and I school my expression into one of not caring. I refuse to look away from the TV now.
Cain hands me his pizza box, which I take, begrudgingly, then he leans forward and grabs his phone. He waits for the buzzing to stop, then unlocks it and turns it off vibrate.
Then? Then he shoves it under the table, screen down.
Ho. Lee. Shit.
I gape at him. I can’t help it.
A piece of pepperoni drops off the slice of pizza in my hand—the same one that’s frozen halfway to my mouth as I stare at him in total disbelief. Did he really just do it?
“What?” Cain shrugs and takes his box back, grabbing a piece of half-eaten, meaty pizza and shoving the end in his mouth. The crust crunches as he bites down.
I swallow and glance at the coffee table. “I don’t think you’ve ever not taken a call from her.” I can’t help the derogatory way I say ’her’. It’s not intentional—honest. It’s ingrained in me to be vicious to other women. I think it’s a female thing. Self-preservation and all that.
“I don’t think I ever haven’t either.” Cain tilts his head to the side and meets my gaze, a suspicious glint in his green eyes. “But the point is, we haven’t done this in weeks, and I’m having too much fun to leave. Besides, we have all this junk food. If I don’t help you eat it, you’ll eat it all, then it’ll be my fault when your pants don’t fit.”
Oh my god.
“Does she know you’re here?” I smirk slyly and raise my eyebrows.
He shifts uncomfortably. With a cough, he puts his pizza down and grabs his beer bottle to swig from it.
Oh. My. Shitty. Life.
“She doesn’t, does she?” I sit up straight, throwing my half-slice back into my box and shoving his shoulder. “Cain!”
“No,” he mumbles, scratching the back of his ear. “She doesn’t know.”
I laugh. I can’t help it. It’s totally immature of me to delight in the fact he hasn’t told the Prissy Princess where is he and he’s ignoring her calls, but I do. It’s hilarious.
And, okay. I’m smug. Totally smug. There’s only one reason he hasn’t told her, and that’s because she hates me too.
Bitchy Best Friend Mission: Level Up!
“And tell me.” I snicker, just about holding back the volcano of laughter threatening to erupt. “Where does Nina think you are?”
“She thinks I’m at Mom’s.” He looks at me, his lips flattening into a thin line. “Stop laughing, B. No, don’t shake your damn head. I fucking mean it. She’s a little insecure over my friendship with you and Carly, that’s all. Sometimes it’s easier to just tell a… little white lie.”
“A little white lie? She thinks you’re at your mom’s!” I laugh harder and wipe at my eyes because they feel a little too wet.
“I just want the best of both worlds right now, all right?”
“What is the best of both worlds? Pizza with me and blow jobs from her?”
“She chooses not to eat gluten. Until she finds a gluten-free recipe she likes, I can’t eat pizza when she’s around.”
Which is a lot.
I raise my eyebrows again. “Your girlfriend won’t eat gluten but she’ll happily put your dick in her mouth?”
“Brooke. Don’t be a bitch.” He chucks a piece of chicken from his pizza at me, his eyes narrowing.
I’m dying. I think this is it—this is how I die, laughing at Cain’s lame excuses for lying to his girlfriend about spending time with me.
“Oh my fuck. This is hilarious. Seriously. Someone call Comedy Central.”
“Brooke.” He says my name again, this time quieter.
I stop laughing. Just about.
“I’m sorry. I just think it’s funny. You want me to be nice to her but you lie to her about spending time with me.” I shrug a shoulder and peel a piece of pepperoni off my pizza. I’m not even that hungry anymore.
He sighs, putting the top down on his box, and sits back. “She thinks there’s something going on between us.”
I laugh even harder because I might cry if I don’t.
Hi, breaking heart. Grab the tissues, yo.
There’s an awkward silence hanging between us now. It’s not the first time someone has thought that, but given that the more time I spend with Cain, the more I seem to fall for him, it’s awkward. Especially since he’s lying to her just to hang out with me.
I clear my throat and look up at him. “That’s ridiculous. You’re my best friend. Like anything would ever happen between us. I can’t put up with your shit taste in music, for a start.”
“Exactly,” he replies in a quieter voice, scratching behind his ear again. “It’s fucking stupid. I can’t stand your taste in music either. Who the fuck likes Justin Bieber?”
“People who think Kanye West should retire.”
By day, New York Times and USA Today bestselling New Adult author Emma Hart dons a cape and calls herself Super Mum to two beautiful little monsters. By night, she drops the cape, pours a glass of whatever she fancies—usually wine—and writes books.
Emma is working on Top Secret projects she will share with her followers and fans at every available opportunity. Naturally, all Top Secret projects involve a dashingly hot guy who likes to forget to wear a shirt, a sprinkling (or several) of hold-onto-your-panties hot scenes, and a whole lotta love.
She likes to be busy—unless busy involves doing the dishes, but that seems to be when all the ideas come to life.