Tequila + you best friend + your bedroom = um, whoopsie?

Tequila Tequila, an all-new hilarious standalone romantic comedy from New York Times bestselling author Emma Hart is available NOW!

Don’t sleep with your best friend.

Take it from me. I did it. And it was awful.

I-wish-the-tequila-made-me-forget kind of bad.

The problem is, Luke has forgotten. He swears that he can’t remember a thing about that night beyond the trays of tequila shots being set on the tables.

Except I can’t forget. I can’t forget how good his hands felt until I fell over and hit my hip on the dresser, and I sure as hell can’t forget the entire two minutes of tap-tap-squirt.

Awkward. Embarrassing. And the new subject of a couple of dirty lucid dreams.

But I have no intention of telling him what we did. Nothing good comes from telling your best friend he’s the worst guy you’ve ever slept with.

Which makes the tequila on my birthday a very, very bad idea…

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Have you ever walked into a store and had to ask where the lady section is?” I paused, my grip on the fridge door firm, and turned to him. I simply blinked. I wasn’t going to justify that with an answer. “It took three people before a poor woman at the customer service desk took pity on me and walked me to the tampon aisle,” he went on, oblivious to my death stare. “She hovered over me for a second and I started fucking sweating, Aspen. Sweating.” I bit my lip and moved the ingredients for his sandwich over to the board on the island. “I almost dropped my phone trying to find the photo you sent me, and when I finally brought it up, I was so fucking confused I stood there like a lame damn duck for five minutes before she came back to help me like she knew I was a total idiot.” Was it wrong that I was way more amused about this than anything else? A part of me told me I should feel bad, but… “Did you know there are tons of those things? The boxes are all different. There are different brands. Different sizes. Different… absorbency levels.” He shuddered, his wide, muscled shoulders shaking with his cringey thought. “For flows and stuff.” “I shop there regularly. I am aware.” “Not that fucking regularly if you sent me to buy them,” he muttered. “Anyway, the nice lady who was trying her best not to laugh at the idiot in the sanitary products aisle asked me who I was buying them for. My mom, my sister, my girlfriend…” I chopped the lettuce. “When I told her it was for my best friend, she looked at me funny for a minute before nodding. Then, she dragged me over to the aisle with the candy and told me that Twizzlers went well with tampons. I was so confused I didn’t question her, so here.” He lifted a small bag from the stool next to him and tossed it in my direction. “You’re the proud owner of eight packets of Twizzlers.” “Oooh, Twizzlers!” I dropped the knife and dove into the bag, pulling out all the long, red packets. “This is like heaven!” “Dude.” Luke leaned forward and held his hands out. “My sandwich?” “Geez, who’s on their period? You or me?” I put the candy down and went back to making his sandwich. “You should have saved the Twizzlers until after you got your food.” “Rookie mistake.” He shook his head. “Please don’t ever ask me to buy you tampons again. I’m not sure my ego or reputation can take it.” “Your reputation got shot to shit on your twenty-first when you mooned the mayor in the town square,” I reminded him. “And I haven’t mooned anyone since,” he replied. “My pants now stay firmly on when I drink.”

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Salt. Tequila. Lime.

Tequila Tequila is my favourite Emma Hart book so far. It’s laugh out loud funny. Luke and Aspen are contagious. Their story is addictive and I loved every minute. I’ve wanted this book since I read the synopsis and I’ll be honest the waiting has been painful. I’m so glad it didn’t disappoint.

Tequila the champagne of Mexico. It’s made in the volcanic soil to add extra zing and isn’t actually a cactus (who knew?).

One drunken night can change it all. Aspen and Luke are best friends. They have never thought of each Other in a romantic way. After one too many tequilas they end up having a one-minute rump. It wasn’t pretty. It was embarrassing.... so much so that both are in denial. Did it really happen if no one remembers? What if all of a sudden you are thinking about your best friend in a non-platonic way?

You’ve heard of whiskey dick but what about tequila tap-tap squirt? 2 minutes can change a relationship forever but Let’s not Taco ‘bout That (Tittle of chapter five in Emma Harts Tequila Tequila).

Aspen works in a bar. She likes to sleep late, eat Mexican food and drink too much alcohol. She’s in her twenties and enjoying life. She has a close set of friends and lives alone. Her best friend Luke is at her house every day. They pretty much do everything together. They binge watch tv, they sometimes sleep in the same bed and they enjoy nights out. They have been friends for most of their lives and know each other’s bad habits. What they don’t do is kiss. Not even once until that unfortunate night.

Luke can match Aspen’s witty banter, keep up with her drinking and follow the BFF emergency code. He works as a builder and has abs of steel. He has a big Mexican family. His grandmother is crazy but at least she can cook. She loves Aspen and is willing to marry her off to any member of her family. Luke has it pretty good. A loving family, a best friend he does everything with and the best supply of food in Texas. What he didn’t want was to ruin his friendship with Aspen.

I love the mystery that surrounds this book. It’s what made me want to read it so badly. That’s why I’m not giving anything away. Emma has a way of creating ordinary characters and making them special. Aspen and Luke aren’t a rocket scientist. They're not trying to make it in Hollywood. There two people enjoying what they have and trying not to F**k it up.

Loved it. 5 out 5. Funny, entertaining and made for each other. It’s great!

*I received an ARC in exchange for an honest review.

About Emma Hart

Emma Hart is the New York Times and USA Today bestselling author of over thirty novels and has been translated into several different languages. She is a mother, wife, lover of wine, Pink Goddess, and valiant rescuer of wild baby hedgehogs. Emma prides herself on her realistic, snarky smut, with comebacks that would make a PMS-ing teenage girl proud. Yes, really. She's that sarcastic.