Thursday, December 29, 2016

Blog Tour with Review: Hate Story by Nicole Williams


Nina can’t let herself fall in love with the man she’s going to marry. Both of them have experienced the sting and sham of love and have no intentions of falling victim to it twice. Love is expensive—hate is free.

Three years. A million dollars. A solution to both of their problems. They planned it all, from the story of their first meeting to the date of their divorce. Nothing could go wrong.

But what they didn’t consider was chemistry, and Nina and Max have no shortage of it. After too many near-kisses, Nina convinces herself that hating Max is better than loving him, and the more she gets to know this soon-to-be-husband of hers, the more she discovers just how very much she truly, madly, and deeply . . . hates him.

This isn’t a love story. This is the other kind.

He hadn’t stopped smiling at me, and it wasn’t the friendly kind of smile. It was the kind that made it seem like he was in on some secret I wasn’t privy to. The kind of smile that made me feel like I was being trifled with and made the punch line of a hundred jokes I had yet to hear.
I wanted to wipe the cocky smile off his face, but that would have required touching him and even I wasn’t gutsy enough for that. A woman did not touch a guy like him unless she wanted him to be her undoing. Nope. You didn’t play with fire. You didn’t touch it. You didn’t even come close.
Fire. That was all I saw when I looked at him. I was playing with it by agreeing to this kind of arrangement with him.
Even the way he lounged in the chair was smug. Like it was his throne and he was just waiting for minions to come bow before him.
You’re younger than I thought you’d be. He broke the silence first.

His attention stayed on me. Yes, I told her I was here to meet the woman I was going to marry.
My stomach wrung. This was the man I was going to marry.
Holy shit.
And she didn’t ask for her room key back? I asked.
She didn’t give it to me until right after I mentioned that. His stare was intense. Too intense. I felt like every secret—every piece of who I was—was strewn out on that table for him to see. Women love a man who isn’t afraid of commitment. It’s like an aphrodisiac.
You know what else women like?I didn’t pause for an answer because I guessed he didn’t have a clue. A man who’s humble.
He fought a smile and leaned back in his chair when a server approached with a couple of drinks on a tray. No, they like to think they do, but they don’t. His head shook authoritatively. They like the cocky bastard who goes after what he wants and doesn’t take no for an answer.
Because the server was shielding some of me from his view, I allowed myself to shift. I was getting fired up, and if he kept saying the same kinds of things with the same kinds of looks on his face, that drink was going to wind up in his face.
That was when I noticed what the server had set in front of me. A tumbler with something amber in color. The same thing she was setting in front of him. Although from the curve of her smile, she was offering to give him a blow job on the side, compliments of the house.
What is this? I asked. Him. Her. Whoever wanted to answer.
Scotch, he answered, ignoring the server lingering between us.
My nose curled at the drink.
Expensive scotch.
I don’t care if it came from the fountain of youth. I won’t drink it.
His forehead creased with what appeared to be irritation, but I couldn’t be sure. Maybe it was confusion, like he couldn’t decide what to make of me. You would have me believe you wouldn’t take a sip of that if you knew it would give you eternal life? When I shook my head, his head tipped. Why?
Because I value my free will far more than long life. I pushed the drink away until it clinked against his. I’d rather live one day free than an eternity in a cage.
He was quiet for a moment. The server stayed between us, staring at him, waiting.
Then why are you here? he asked me finally.
I leaned forward and hoped my stare was as powerful as his. Because free will is expensive.

**** 4 Star Review ****
Hate romance... I think this is a new favorite genre of mine. Love... Hate... Love... HATE. Push and pull...

I wasn't sure where this book would go. Some might say it's a little cliche'. Maybe it is. Maybe it isn't. For me, even if I thought it was, it is told in the best possible way. The angst. The magnetic pull. The ups. The downs. The laughs. Oh, the laughs. I didn't want to put this story down.

These are some wonderful characters. They aren't over done. They are likable and relate-able. Their story isn't over the top. It is told just the right way. 

I was sad to see this story end. It was such a refreshing read. So well-written. So sweet and not so sweet... the perfect combination.

Nicole Williams is the New York Times and USATODAY bestselling author of contemporary and young adult romance, including the Crash and Lost & Found series. Her books have been published by HarperTeen and Simon & Schuster in both domestic and foreign markets, while she continues to self-publish additional titles. She is working on a new YA series with Crown Books (a division of Random House) as well. She loves romance, from the sweet to the steamy, and writes stories about characters in search of their happily even after. She grew up surrounded by books and plans on writing until the day she dies, even if it’s just for her own personal enjoyment. She still buys paperbacks because she’s all nostalgic like that, but her kindle never goes neglected for too long. When not writing, she spends her time with her husband and daughter, and whatever time’s left over she’s forced to fit too many hobbies into too little time.
Nicole is represented by Jane Dystel, of Dystel and Goderich Literary Agency.

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