ARC Review: Talk Flirty to Me by Livy Hart

My review: 4.5 ⭐

What a witty and fun debut!

I didn’t know I needed a new book boyfriend until I met the hot firefighter, mayor candidate, erotica audiobook narrator Sam O’Shea.

Piper and Sam dated in high school, but broke up before he left for college. Flash forward 7 years and Piper is back in town to help her 44 year old pregnant mom with some of the 9! younger kids she already has. Piper is the only daughter, so her and her mom are best friends. One small thing that bothered me ~ (view spoiler)
When an opportunity comes up for Piper to have her dream job she wasn’t expecting Sam to step in and offer to help her.

Sam is already super busy being a firefighter, while running for Mayor, when he decides to help Piper out by auditioning to narrate an audiobook with her. When he finds out the book is an erotica romance he’s uncomfortable, but eases into the character with a voice that’ll make you weak in the knees. I kind of wish I got to listen to the audio of this one.

I love, love, love that it’s told in both of their perspectives. I do wish they communicated to each other better. I liked all the side characters, especially Nonna.

This was a lovely rom-com, second chance, friends to lovers to enemies to lovers, best friends sister/brothers best friend, slow burn read.

I am excited to see what this author writes next!

*Thanks to Entangled Publishing, Livy Hart and NetGalley for the ARC. I am voluntarily leaving my honest review*

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Book blurb: Release date ~ May 30, 2022

I’ve got ninety-nine problems and my brother’s snarky, smart-mouthed best friend Sam is tangled up in every last one of them.

When it comes to firefighter Sam O’Shea, absence—and a regime of tactical avoidance—has been working for me just fiiiine. But when the audition of a lifetime falls in my pathetically broke lap, and he’s the only one who can help me land the job, I’m willing to make a deal with the devil if it means I can kickstart my career as a narrator for audio books. 

The problem? We’d have to actually do the job. Together. And then we’re told it’s for an erotic romance. Narrating steamy lines in a tiny studio with a man who lights a fire under your skin? An occupational hazard. Accidentally inciting a town scandal when your erotic audiobook clips wind up on the radio? A crisis. And falling for the one man I promised my brother—and my heart—I wouldn’t touch?