BLOG TOUR REVIEW AND EXCERPT: Handle With Care by Helena Hunting

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“Lincoln and Wren had me flipping through the pages frantically, begging for more. Their chemistry was explosive, their love story both hilarious and tender.”- L.J. Shen, USA Today bestselling author

Handle With Care, an all-new romantic comedy from New York Times bestselling author Helena Hunting is available now!

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Between his parents’ messed up marriage and his narcissistic younger brother, Lincoln Moorehead has spent the majority of his life avoiding his family. After the death of his father, Lincoln finds himself in the middle of the drama. To top it all off, he’s been named CEO of Moorehead Media, much to his brother’s chagrin. But Lincoln’s bad attitude softens when he meets the no-nonsense, gorgeous woman who has been given the task of transforming him from the gruff, wilderness guy to a suave businessman


Wren Sterling has been working double time to keep the indiscretions at Moorehead Media at bay, so when she’s presented with a new contract, with new responsibilities and additional incentives, she agrees. Working with the reclusive oldest son of a ridiculously entitled family is worth the hassle if it means she’s that much closer to pursuing her own dreams. What Wren doesn’t expect is to find herself attracted to him, or for it to be mutual. And she certainly doesn’t expect to fall for Lincoln. But when a shocking new Moorehead scandal comes to light, she’s forced to choose between her own family and the broody, cynical CEO.


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My Review

Anyone whose read Helena Hunting’s Shacking Up series knows just how much of a douchebag Armstrong Moorehead is; he’s a horrible human being and the fact that Wren Sterling had to spend the last eight months reshaping his less than stellar reputation had to have been an hellacious job because one can only ‘handle’ so much from a man like Armstrong. And I have to say, if I was Wren and asked to now ‘handle’ Armstrong’s allusive older brother, Lincoln, I would have probably ran like hell away from any further interactions with the Moorehead family. But Wren is unable to refuse her new handler position, and while it’s already not an ideal situation, it becomes even worse when their first interaction is in less than stellar circumstances.

First impressions definitely go a long way in both the professional and personal realms, and let’s just say that Wren is not that impressed with Linc and the feeling is absolutely mutual. But as much as they verbally spar with each other, what’s also clear is just how perfect they are for one another, which means that even though they start off as mostly enemies, when they finally figure out who each one is underneath the snark and control, they see the person who brings them everything they never knew they wanted and needed.

I can’t say I blame Lincoln for wanting no part in his family’s business. There’s a reason he hasn’t stepped foot in New York for quite some time or seen his parents and brother. Lincoln’s nothing like them, and he wants to keep it that way…too bad he doesn’t seem to have a choice in the matter. 

The drama created by almost every member of Linc’s family is crazy, and I’m not talking minor tantrums or simple lewd situations; I’m talking huge secrets and horrendous behavior that will categorically change a slew of situations and circumstances. And while I did feel like some of the details were a bit too over-the-top, the fact that the Moorehead family had unlimited cash to do with as they saw fit means that it’s feasible they thought they’d get away with whatever they chose to do.

Handle with Care is a fitting title for Linc and Wren’s story, not only because that’s what Wren has been tasked with, starting with Armstrong and now Lincoln as he figures out how to run a company he never wanted any part in. Like the other books in the series, there’s a great mix of steamy, hilarious, romantic, and dramatic scenes that will provide readers with hours of reading pleasure and the fact that every hero in the Shacking Up series is definite book boyfriend material only adds to the enjoyment. 

4 Poison Apples

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“You have a suit fitting tomorrow morning.”

“Tomorrow morning? I have lots of suits; I’ll make one of those work.”

“Are they like the ones you wore to the funeral?” I ask.

“Yeah, why?”

“Well, they may have fit you five years ago, but they certainly don’t fit you now. I’ll text you the details and add them to your personal calendar.”

“You can’t do that without my cell number.” His smugness would be grating if I wasn’t two steps ahead of him.

I flash a fake smile. “I already have all of your personal details, Lincoln. Right down to your shoe size. And you can’t be late like you were this morning, so it might be a good idea to avoid the scotch tonight so you’re less bear and more human. You’ll need to use these things called manners. I can email you a refresher on what those are, should you need it.”

“Sarcasm is a weapon of the weak.”

My ears are on fire as he heads for the door. Jerk. I was being witty, not sarcastic. “Thanks so much for offering to help clean up the mess you made.” I turn to address the crinkled papers scattered on the floor.

It’s common courtesy to offer assistance if you’re the one who made the damn mess. Even Armstrong, who is the most epic of douches, has some manners. Usually he’ll try to look up a skirt or down a shirt while he’s being polite, but it’s better than this.

I turn to retrieve the papers when two things happen, a power surge ramps up the box fans—it happens at least twice a day, and at the same time Lincoln pulls the door open again. The simultaneous actions create a vortex of air inside my office, and my skirt flutters into the air. Like I’m Marilyn Monroe and I’ve stepped onto one of those subway grates. The fabric rises quickly, and a breeze hits me right between the legs, which is the exact moment I remember that I’m not wearing panties. Because they were covered in the coffee Armstrong spilled in my lap.

I drop the papers and battle the fabric back down. It’s fruitless, though, the wind tunnel whirls through the room like Dorothy’s freaking tornado, and the back of my dress goes up. I meet Lincoln’s gaze from across the small room. All it takes is a second of eye contact before those ridiculously blue eyes pull me in, and weird, inappropriate things start happening to my body. It’s irritating as hell. I don’t even like this guy, but my body seems as if it hasn’t gotten the same memo as the rest of me. Even more aggravating is the realization that based on his expression, he totally caught an eyeful of cooch.

Lincoln stands frozen at the door, eyes wide and fixed on my crotch, mouth hanging open.

“Close the damn door!” My voice is siren high. And loud.

“Right. Yes. I’m going. Now.” He steps out of my office, pulling the door closed behind him.

My dress settles around my knees. “Dammit.” I drop into my chair, which is probably what I should’ve done as soon as the wind tunnel started, but clearly I’d been too panicked to think straight.

On the upside, I went to see my waxer last week, so he’s seen my girl bits when they’re looking their finest.

On the downside, my project for the next six months has seen my naked girl bits.

About the Author

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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