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A review by snarkymotherreader
Hex and the Single Girl by Valerie Frankel
5.0
Emma Hutch has the unique ability to send images into the minds of people she touches, which works wonders for her matchmaking business, The Good Witch, where women pay her to plant images of themselves into the heads of men they want to date, but it doesn’t work so well during sexual situations when her attention isn’t fully on the individual in front of her. Sending men screaming from your bedroom because they saw naughty images of other men can be a fierce blow to a woman’s ego, and it might drive a woman to do something crazy to keep potential suitors at bay. Like claiming anorgasmia.
Her lie works beautifully to keep men from trying to enter her forbidden kingdom. Then along comes William Dearborn. Smart, sexy, with a touch of a British accent that makes her knees go weak. Unfortunately, he’s also her mark, a man meant to fall in love with her client. But she can’t get his image out of her own head, so how is she supposed to plant the image of another woman in his head?
Hex and the Single Girl by Valerie Frankel may sound convoluted, but it is one of those books that make you sigh in contentment with a big, fat, cheesy grin on your face. It isn’t gritty, it isn’t intense, it isn’t dark and menacing like a lot of paranormal books. It’s light and fluffy and funny as hell while managing to remain smart and savvy.
Some of the loose ends are tied up far too easily (all I can say is Jews for Jesus t-shirts in the right place at the right time), but you end up not caring. You’re too busy laughing at the side characters’ banter or the mushy eyes the protagonist and her love interest are giving each other or the old woman and her orthopedic sneakers scaling a fence. If you like cute stories, there is no way Hex could earn anything less than 5 tombstones.
Her lie works beautifully to keep men from trying to enter her forbidden kingdom. Then along comes William Dearborn. Smart, sexy, with a touch of a British accent that makes her knees go weak. Unfortunately, he’s also her mark, a man meant to fall in love with her client. But she can’t get his image out of her own head, so how is she supposed to plant the image of another woman in his head?
Hex and the Single Girl by Valerie Frankel may sound convoluted, but it is one of those books that make you sigh in contentment with a big, fat, cheesy grin on your face. It isn’t gritty, it isn’t intense, it isn’t dark and menacing like a lot of paranormal books. It’s light and fluffy and funny as hell while managing to remain smart and savvy.
Some of the loose ends are tied up far too easily (all I can say is Jews for Jesus t-shirts in the right place at the right time), but you end up not caring. You’re too busy laughing at the side characters’ banter or the mushy eyes the protagonist and her love interest are giving each other or the old woman and her orthopedic sneakers scaling a fence. If you like cute stories, there is no way Hex could earn anything less than 5 tombstones.