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“I LOVED both Cosy and Griffin! This story was ABSOLUTE PERFECTION!”- Kendall Ryan, New York Times bestselling author

Making Up an all-new laugh-out-loud romantic comedy from New York Times bestselling author Helena Hunting is available now!

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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.


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My Review

Griffin Mills and Cosy Felton’s hilarious meet-cute is a whole lot awkward with a good amount of embarrassment, and its setting is definitely not a place most would go to find unless they were looking for a kinky someone who would love to use any of the sex toys that fill the shelves of Cosy’s place of employment, Sex Toy Warehouse.

And, let me tell you, the sales mask that Cosy wears along with her required ‘uniform’ enable her to ‘sell sexy toys like nobody’s business,’ even if she doesn’t have a lot of experience in the actual act of sex. So the fact that Griffin drew the short straw and had to venture into a adult toy store to pick up the necessary gag gifts for a bachelor party is actually quite fortuitous because Cosy and Griffin never would have met if he didn’t have to embarrass himself by venturing into Sex Toy Warehouse and learning about the many different types and sizes of dildos.

The best thing about Griffin and Cosy is how much they seem to own their awkwardness and make fun of themselves as they try to figure out exactly what’s between them. And, the fact that they are opposites in almost every facet of their lives, but still find a common ground and extremely enjoy being in each other’s company prove that age is just a number, baggage can be let go of, and that life doesn’t always have to be planned out – spontaneity might actually make their lives fuller. 

Cosy was my girl from the start – I adored her quirks, her wanderlust, her easy going spirit, and the fact that she lived her life according to her own dictates, no one else’s. She’s quite an amazing heroine, and while she’s not into staying in one place too long, moving on to her next adventure on a whim, as well as living as uncomplicated a life as possible, there’s something about Griffin that makes her want to be where he is, giving into a lifestyle that she’s never had and a plethora of surprises, which she never enjoyed.

Griffin, just like the other Mills men readers have met, is totally swoon worthy, and even though he’s a bit jaded and has quite a bit of baggage due to his previous relationship, it’s clear that his an upstanding guy who deserves to be happy and despite their age difference, the fact that he lives in New York, and Cosy’s need for things to be uncomplicated, Griffin can’t help but love spending time with her and like who he is with her, which means that when his time in Vegas is over, he’ll have to hope Cosy isn’t afraid of complicating things.

Making Up is a sweet, steamy, and humorous read with a bit of drama in the mix as well, which is exactly what I’ve come to expect from Helena Hunting’s stories and characters, making her one of my absolute faves!

4.5 Poison Apples



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?”


“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.”

About Helena

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’s writes contemporary romance ranging from new adult angst to romantic sports comedy.

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