Hate Love series by B.B. Hamel (#1, 3)
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Genre: Romance
Hating My New Boss (#1): He ruined my life.
Now he really wants to screw me.
Justin Hayes was my best friend up until the day he broke my heart and disappeared.
When I find out he’s my new boss, I’m about to leave with my middle fingers held high. Instead, I stop dead in my tracks as soon as he steps into my office.
Justin’s all grown up, and he’s even more gorgeous than I remembered. He was always handsome but now he’s the kind of man I really want to… get to know.
But it doesn’t matter. I despise him.
He says he wants to work together very, very closely, but I can’t let him anywhere near me. I’m afraid I might slap him right before I kiss his soft, full lips.
He says he remembers everything we went through, and he wants to make it right.
I think he just wants to taste the one girl that got away.
I don’t know what to do. This is my dream job and “quitter” isn’t in my vocabulary, but the sight of Justin makes me want to run my nails down his bare back, nice and rough.
I hate my new boss.
But I want him so badly it hurts.
Hating My New Husband (#3)(January 2019): Fake husband. Real a–hole.
As soon as I get what I want, I’m gone.
I hate Davis so much I could puke.
For years I’ve hated him, ever since high school.
Now he’s back in my life, and of course he’s successful and gorgeous.
That’s Davis, perfect Davis, with his incredible eyes and ripped body.
Most women would die to lick sweat from his arms.
I’d rather swallow dirt.
But he says he needs my help, and he’s offering me a ton of money.
All I have to do is one simple, stupid, tiny little thing:
I just have to marry him.
Pretend to be his wife.
Simple, right?
Except nothing is simple with Davis.
He’s Canadian, and his enemies want him deported.
So I need to trick immigration into letting him stay.
Sure, totally cool, no big deal, I lie to federal agents all the time.
Except I hate him so much, I can’t think straight.
I spend all night dreaming about his hands on my body.
As soon as his lips touch mine and he whispers, I do, I know we’re screwed.
We’re never getting away with this.
Unless maybe, just maybe, we can turn this fake marriage into something real.
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Hate Love #2: Hating the Rich Bastard
