Title: Hate Me, Take Me
A Hate-to-Love Duet Bundle
Author: Clare James
Genre: Contemporary Romance/Romantic Comedy
Release Date: August 21, 2017
HATE ME, TAKE ME
They say there’s a thin line between love and hate, and in the case of these couples, we’re talking razor thin!
In this hate-to-love duet by Clare James, two couples cross that dangerous line…more than once!
Falling for your sister’s nemesis? Only a low-life dog would do something like that, right? And that ain’t me, not anymore. I’m trying to be a stand-up guy—finally making smart decisions, helping my little sister, and getting my shit together. For once, things are finally going my way.
Until Jenna shows up. As soon as I meet her, I know she’s the enemy. I’ve heard enough to understand that she’s off limits. Banned. Forbidden. But when she moves in next door, it’s impossible to stay away, and I soon discover she’s not as bad as everyone says. Of course, she’s difficult, selfish, and a royal pain in the ass, but she’s also gorgeous, smart, kind, and…well, let’s just say I am that low-life dog. Traitor. Turncoat. And the world’s shittiest brother. Woof. Woof.
It’s an offer I can’t refuse…
He was my best friend. He is my current enemy. Yet he wants me and I want him. And since we’re both stuck in our hometown unattached, we agree to a truce.
Two hours, once a week, no strings attached. But what sounds like the perfect arrangement, turns into so much more…yet not nearly enough.
This hate-to-love duet includes: Never Be Tamed, Two-Hour Truce, and exclusive bonus content.
I flashed my gaze up to him and then back down, quickly.
It wasn’t enough for him. He placed a finger under my chin and tipped my face up to his so I had no choice this time. His eyes were soft, but intense. Not quite black as they were before, but they were dilated, and his lids were slightly hooded. It made me wonder what my eyes looked like to him in the moment. Were they giving me away? Could he see that he had broken through the wall that not many people had? Did he know how desperately I wanted him to stay? Could he tell I needed his touch?
Did he know he was dealing with a completely sex-starved, socially awkward, recluse?
The corner of his mouth quirked up just then, and I thought yes, maybe he did know.
“Thank you for dinner,” he said as my eyes tore away from his and focused on his mouth. He licked his bottom lip, and the flickers flashed in my stomach again. Sparks working toward a flame.
I nodded, unable to find my words when he was invading my space.
His lips moved closer to my face, and I swallowed, bracing myself.
My throat went try. My hands shook. And that flame took hold inside me. I didn’t want to wait for him. I wanted to kill the daylight between our bodies while my hands tangled in his hair. I wanted to know what he tasted like. There was so much I wanted, but in the end, I couldn’t do any of those things.
And instead of his lips descending on mine, they veered left, and landed on the shell of my ear.
“I know you thought I was afraid to be alone with you, but just so you know,” he said with a ragged breath that I felt from the top of my scalp all the way down to my toes, “I’m not afraid of anything.”
He pressed his lips on my cheek, and then he was gone.