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Release Day Review! LIAR, LIAR HEARTS ON FIRE by Pippa Grant (Bro Code #3)

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Title: Liar, Liar, Hearts on Fire
Series: Bro Code #3

Author: Pippa Grant
Genre: Romantic ComedyRelease Date: March 24, 2020

Never borrow pants from your brother. Especially if he’s a size smaller than you are, because all that pressure in the junk will short-circuit your brain.

And you’ll lie to a woman in a club about your real name.

Leave her unsatisfied after making out in a bathroom.

Then find out that she’s the one thing standing in the way of your dreams. And she very much doesn’t like being lied to.

Now I have to convince Lila Valentine—the woman I can’t stop thinking about, my biggest regret, and my new boss—that I’m what’s best for the baseball team she’s inherited.

If we can’t work together to save the Fireballs, the commissioner’s forcing a sale and moving them across the country.

I’ll do anything to save my home team.

But the one thing I can’t do?

Keep my hands to myself. 

Which would be fine, if she hadn’t been telling me lies this whole time too.

Liar, Liar, Hearts on Fire is a rocking fun romance between a single dad obsessed with baseball, an heiress with secrets, baseball pants, a rundown team, and rabid ducks. It stands alone and comes with a guaranteed happily-ever-after.

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EXCERPT:

The squawking erupts again nearby and saves me. There are no visible chickens on the field, and it gets louder as we approach the dugout on the first base side.

Louder and more intense. .

Very intense. .

Like, are there chicken police? Because we might need the chicken police. .

I drift directly behind Tripp while we approach the noise, shameless in using him as a human shield if this is a chicken uprising. What’s that movie? The one with the apes that rebel and take over the world? That’s what this sounds like, except with feathers and clucks instead of chest-pounding and grunts. .

“Should we call security?” My self-defense classes didn’t cover protecting yourself from rabid chickens. .

“That’d be a foul,” he murmurs. And then chuckles to himself, and oh my god. .

“Foul—fowl? Like a bird-fowl? Did you just make a dad joke at a time like this?” .

“A time like this? You mean a random Tuesday night at a deserted ball field?” .

“At a time when the chickens are gathering for a ritualistic sacrifice of one of their own.” .

His shoulders shake, and he seems to be struggling to cough. .

“Oh, god, did you inhale a feather? Is that how this starts? They shed their feathers to choke us to death?” .

“Please don’t talk about chickens and choking in the same sentence.” .

“That was not a dad joke.” .

“No, it was—oh. Duck.” .

I squat low, spinning to see what I’m ducking from. .

Tripp flips his flashlight on me. I squint and cover my head. “Stop! I can’t see! What’s coming?” .

“Lila. Ducks. Ducks. Not chickens. It’s mating ducks.” .

He swings the flashlight to the dugout, and—oh. .

Oh. .

“Is it…supposed to be that violent?” .

There are two ducks under the bench in the dugout, one flapping its wings and chasing the other, who’s squawking so loudly she could wake the dead. .

And— “Ohmygod, I did not need to see that!” .

Duck penis. .

Duck penis. .

Oh my god. Duck penis. Duck penis should not look like that. .

Tripp’s bent double laughing. .

“Where’s security?” I demand. “Hello? Security? Security? I’ll give whoever removes this duck a ten-thousand-dollar bonus. Right now.” .

No one comes running for ten grand, because no one can hear me. .

The squawking. It’s a cry for help. .

“It’s nature,” Tripp says. He’s wiping his eyes now, he’s laughing so hard. “Give ’em a few. They’ll finish up.” .

The girl duck is racing back and forth under the bench. .

The boy duck is chasing her with that thing. .

And I am not having it. “Shoo. Shoo!” .

“Lila!” Tripp calls, but I’m already gone. .

Flapping my arms. Yelling. Charging the dugout and the ducks. .

Why are they even here? There’s no pond here. Winter’s coming. They should be flying to the Caribbean for Mai Tais and sunshine. .

And instead, they’re ruining the sanctity of my ballpark. .

“Shoo!” I yell again. .

I hit the stairs down to the long covered bench, and the boy duck suddenly seems to realize I’m coming at him. .

He turns, pointing that thing at me, flaps his wings, and gets this evil glint in his eyes that means I really should’ve thought about what I was doing before I came in here. .

“Woo her nicely,” I snap. .

He squawks—no, quacks at me. .

Crap. .

I need to go back to kindergarten to learn my animal sounds again. I’m a city girl. We don’t do farm animals. .

“And put that thing away!” .

“Lila.” Tripp’s laughing so hard he’s wheezing. He grabs my elbow and tugs. “Let the ducks be.” .

“I’d let it be if he wasn’t attacking her.” .

“Maybe that’s how ducks have sex.” .

“Then maybe ducks shouldn’t exist.” .

“QQQUUUUAAAACCCCCKKKKK!” the boy duck yells. .

It’s like a Braveheart yell, and I realize I’m asking the wrong question. .

I shouldn’t be asking why is the duck assaulting the other duck in a dugout? .

I should be asking what have humans previously done to this duck because he’s going to kill me? .

It charges, wings flapping. .

I scream and take off running. Tripp mutters a well-timed, oh, fuck and runs with me. “The other dugout,” he shouts, pointing to the dugout on the third base side. .

Another light flashes up in the stands. .

“Security!” I yell. “Arrest the duck! Arrest the duck!” .

It’s gaining on us. Quacking louder. And it can fly. It can fly. .

It’s going to swoop over us, poop on our heads, and whack us with that—that—that mutant penis and then scoop us up in its talons, and—”Aaah! It got me. It got me!” .

It bit me on the butt. .

“Don’t fuck with nature,” Tripp grunts.
I'll do anything to save my home team.

But the one thing I can't do?

Keep my hands to myself.

Review:

I loved Tripp and Lila’s story!

I’ll admit, though, it was a bit unsettling to watch other characters mock Tripp with his germaphobic ways and his hand sanitizer addiction while I was staying home from work because of a global pandemic–I mean, I was *this* close to going off on a guy in front of me in line at the donut shop three weeks ago when he coughed into his hand–twice!!! Seriously, who even does that anymore???–in front of me in line. My only consolation was that the employee who took care of him wasn’t the one who took care of me.

Dude. Shoulder, elbow, or tissue. No one over the age of 5 should cough into their hands. What am I saying? Little kids just cough into the air. NO ONE should cough into their hands, ever. It wasn’t like there wasn’t a PSA every five minutes about coughing into a tissue and how to wash your hands already at that time…

So, yeah, Tripp’s hand sanitizing, hand washing obsession felt pretty on point to me.

But I digress.

Did I love Tripp a little more because of his slavish attention to personal hygiene? Maybe. Honestly, though, with how much he loved and took care of his kids, family, and friends I was always going to be a goner for him. Plus he’s a prime example of that troupe that I’m seeing more (but not enough yet!) of–the widow/widower who had a perfectly lovely previous relationship and manage to find love again after. (His first wife died from the flu–and his baby girl almost did as well–which also felt a bit too close for comfort, in today’s environment. But you can’t argue that it’s not realistic.) It’s a good thing that Lila is a more than worthy match for him (and, I guess, that he’s fictional…), otherwise I might have been tempted to take her on and get him for myself.

But I loved Lila too! Her secrets had secrets (and the doozy took me completely by surprise! Though admittedly, current events may have had me a little distracted…) but it’s hard to argue with what a wonderful person she really is beneath all of the prevarications. Author Pippa Grant promised in her author’s note that we’ll see them again in the next book ( Jock Blocked ), first in a series following Lila and Tripp’s baseball team, the Copper Valley Fireballs, and that’s really the only reason I was as okay as I was with getting to the end of this one.

TL;DR: Read this book. Even if you haven’t read Bro Code books 1 and 2 yet, READ THIS NOW. It’s an enemies-to-lovers, workplace romance, single dad (with the most Adorable. Kids. Ever.) romance that will make you laugh, make you cry, and only occasionally make you want to throttle a character or two…but in the end it will make you smile. Like, a big smile. HUGE. 😀

Rating: 4 1/2 stars / A

I voluntarily reviewed an Advance Reader Copy of this book.

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About the author:

Pippa Grant is a USA Today Bestselling author who writes romantic comedies that will make tears run down your leg. When she’s not reading, writing or sleeping, she’s being crowned employee of the month as a stay-at-home mom and housewife trying to prepare her adorable demon spawn to be productive members of society, all the while fantasizing about long walks on the beach with hot chocolate chip cookies.

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