I always enjoy Emma Hart’s light and sexy rom coms, but… this isn’t one of her better ones. My main complaint is probably how quickly the texting came and went – not that I wanted it to be a dirty book (it was actually way too focused on sex for me) – but I love relationships that start with texting and I was really looking forward to that aspect of the story. The texting resolves itself in a matter of pages – quick and dirty – and then the book moves forward with the awkwardness of seeing a different side of your neighbor. It’s got all the light, fluffy goodness of an Emma Hart read, but I couldn’t get over my disappointment in the premise, and the characters weren’t strong enough to change that.
The story follows Hannah, a 25-year-old who sends a dirty text to a stranger on a dare from her friends. Not expecting anything to come out of it, she’s surprised when the recipient seems genuinely interested in continuing the conversation. They exchange plenty of steamy words over the course of a few evenings, but the fun, anonymous texting comes to an abrupt halt when Hannah realizes just who she’s been messaging. Once it’s all out in the open, these two have to decide what they’re going to do about the new dynamic to their relationship.
As always with Hart’s books, this is light, fun, sexy, and extremely low angst. She writes great conversation and I definitely enjoyed that. This moves very quickly, and is so short that the characters never delve too deep. I just never connected to these characters – the texting is purely sexual and most of the conversation after that revolves around sex, so it kind of just got to be too much for me. Yes, Hart’s books are always sexy, but there’s usually more to it than that. I also didn’t love Hannah as a character. She comes off as pretty ditzy or dumb and it was a little over the top. The storyline has potential but ultimately felt rushed. I’ll continue reading her books without hesitation, but this one won’t top my list of favorites.
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BAD IDEA #241: Sending a dirty text to your number neighbor.
In my defense, my friends did it too, and their neighbors took it as the joke it was.
He responded with a dirty text of his own. Next thing I know, I have a standing texting date every night at ten-thirty.
Until I have to miss it because the stray kitten who adopted me one week ago is sick. The only person I know who can help me at this time of night is my British next-door neighbor and local vet, Isaac Cooper.
I’ll keep him overnight, he says. Here’s my number to call me in the morning, he says.
I know that number.
Because I’ve been texting it every night for the last four days…