Making Up by Helena Hunting
Synopsis:
A new standalone, laugh-out-loud romantic comedy by New York Times bestselling author Helena
Hunting. Cosy Felton is great at her job—she knows just how to handle the awkwardness that comes with working at an adult toy store. So when the hottest guy she’s ever seen walks into the shop looking completely overwhelmed, she’s more than happy to turn on the charm and help him purchase all of the items on his list.
Griffin Mills is using his business trip in Las Vegas as a chance to escape the broken pieces of his life in New York City. The last thing he wants is to be put in charge of buying gag gifts for his friend’s bachelor party. Despite being totally out of his element, and mortified by the whole experience, Griffin is pleasantly surprised when he finds himself attracted to the sales girl that helped him.
As skeptical as Cosy may be of Griffin’s motivations, there’s something about him that intrigues her. But sometimes what happens in Vegas doesn’t always stay in Vegas and when real life gets in the way, all bets are off. Filled with hilariously awkward situations and enough sexual chemistry to power Sin City, Making Up is the next standalone in the Shacking Up world.
My Review:
Making Up by
Helena Hunting
My rating:
5 of 5 stars
Griffin never expects that he will need to visit a sex shop for his friend’s bachelor party but what really surprises him is Cosy, the store associate that helps him with his shopping list. Cosy is a breath of fresh air, she knows what she wants and is going for it which includes college and random trips to go explore the country. She loves to travel without a plan and just experience life. For Griffin, this is a challenge while being invigorating. He loves her approach to life and openness that she shares with him. When he ventures back for a date, will Cosy break the rule of not dating customers? Cosy is attracted to Griffin, he is sexy and smooth yet a little unsure of himself. She never expects him to return so will she take a risk when he does? I had so much fun with this couple. Cosy keeps Griffin on his toes, well she kept me on my toes, I never knew what she was going to say next and her perspective on life is endearing. I voluntarily read an ARC of this book and this is my honest review.
EXCERPT
We’re a
couple of minutes away from my apartment, which also means we’re almost at the
end of our date. End-of-date protocol often means a goodnight kiss.
And I’ve
eaten onions. Lots of them. What the hell was I thinking? I feel around in my
shorts pocket, hoping I have a random stick of gum. I find a tiny square packet
and pull it out, along with an old tissue. I shove that back in my pocket and
sigh with relief as I carefully open the Listerine Pocketpak. There’s one strip
left. I pop it in my mouth, wishing I had water since my mouth is dry and I’m
suddenly super nervous.
Griffin pulls
up in front of my apartment building. I swallow a bunch of times, trying to get
the strip to dissolve on my tongue and glance out the tinted window, seeing it
from his perspective. I don’t live in a bad part of town, but I sure as hell
wouldn’t leave this car sitting out here for any length of time unless I wanted
it keyed or stripped down.
Griffin
shifts into park and turns to me, one hand resting on the back of my seat near
the headrest. “I had a great time, Cosy.”
“Me too,
thanks for dinner.” I tried to fork over my share, but he was quick on the credit
card draw.
“It was my
pleasure.” He leans in the tiniest bit, a nonverbal cue that he’s going in for
a kiss.
I mirror the
movement, giving him the go ahead. My stomach flutters in anticipation. I
exhale slowly through my nose. Even though the Listerine strip should be doing
its job to mask the onions, I don’t want to ruin the moment by breathing that
in his face.
His
fingertips skim my jaw, and I close my eyes. And then his lips brush my cheek. I
wait for them to move a couple of inches to the right, but after what feels
like a lot of seconds—and is probably only a few—I crack a lid.
Griffin is
still close, a wry smile on his lips and a smolder in his eyes.
“Seriously,
that’s it? A kiss on the cheek?”
His smile
widens, making his eyes crinkle at the corners. He’s nothing like the guys I
usually end up on dates with. College boys don’t take things slow. If I were
out with one of the guys from school, I’d be sitting in a beat-up Civic with
some stupid music playing, and he’d be all over me with his tongue halfway down
my throat, copping a feel.
“I thought
all the onions you ate were the equivalent to garlic for vampires.”
Griffin
fingers my hair near my shoulder. I’d really like him to finger something else.
Wait. I mean
I’d like to feel his hands on me. Not in my pants. Okay, maybe I’d like them in
my pants, but not after date number one.
“I wasn’t
thinking, and I really like onions. A lot. In hindsight, it’s not a great date food.
I feel kinda dumb. And I guess at first I wasn’t so sure about you. How was I supposed
to know you’d actually be kind of normalish?”
“Normalish?”
“Well, you
drink club soda on purpose, so you can’t be all there.” I tap his temple.
Griffin
circles my wrist with his fingers and drops his head, lips brushing over my knuckle.
“We can’t all be perfect, now, can we?”
“I suppose
not, and perfect is boring.”
“That it is.”
He hums against my skin, and I feel it through my entire body. “I would like to
try that kiss again, if you’re still interested.”

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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