My rating: 4 of 5 stars
HATE TO LOVE YOU is a standalone, enemies to lovers (kind of), slow burning, sexy contemporary romance. I say KIND OF because yes, Kennedy said she hated Shay a lot but it felt like she was almost joking most of the time. There wasn’t a whole lot of “OOMPH” or actions behind her words! I think that’s why the beginning was a little slow for me. However, in true Tijan style, as the story progressed, I found myself more in love with the rollercoaster story and the powerful characters. This book has everything in it including a few twists & turns & a little mystery. There’s scenes that made me laugh, scenes that made me cry like a baby & even a few OH MY GAWD moments! Kennedy was a strong, sassy & determined woman. She knew her mind & exactly what she wanted. I love an awesome heroine who can kick some ass!! Shay was big man on campus but he was also super sweet. He supported Kennedy & her decisions without being a pushover. Once again, Tijan turned out a great book that captivated me with fun, charming & sometimes crazy characters & an all consuming plot! Told from Kennedy’s POV with a happy ending. I received, read & voluntarily reviewed an ARC of this book.
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Genre: Contemporary Romance
Publication Date: August
Rule #1: No hot
It might sound ridiculous. I get it.
It kind of is, but college was supposed to be my sanctuary. It was my place to start over. The
rumors, the whispers, and the jealousy I endured through high school would all be
No one would know me at
Rule #2: No drama.
I’d major in pre-law. I’d make a
few loyal friends. Everything would be easy breezy. No one was going to use me or hurt me. I
wouldn’t let them.
Rule #3: New year. New
And all because of Shay
Football captain and
quarterback, he was the big guy on campus. The cocky guy in my political science class with a
smirk. I hated him on sight . . .
. . . and he was about to break
all my rules.
I was almost grinning from delight as I shoved open the back
door. If I hit him, hey, all was fair in the war we were fighting of who could piss each other off
He was leaning against the wall, the back of his head resting
on the brick, and he looked over to smirk at me. “I want to see your room.”
I thrust my hand out. “I’ll take those notes.”
That smirk just widened. He patted his bag and pushed off
from the wall. “They’re in my email. I need to get on a computer.” He patted my arm and
moved past me, heading inside. “I can use yours.”
“Hey!” I followed him in.
He was looking up the stairs. “Sabrina said you were on the
fourth floor. You saw my place. I want to see yours. It’s only fair.”
He wasn’t waiting for my go-ahead. He was already up and
rounding second floor to third. He’d be at my floor before I could get there. “Stop! I am not
okay with this.”
He was at the third-floor door. He glanced down with that
same goddamn smirk. “Better tell me which room or I’m going to hang out in the
“Why are you always smirking? Is it permanently attached to
“What room, Clarke?” He was at my hallway door.
Fucking hell. I gritted my teeth. “Wait. Just wait. My door
He’d opened the door but let it shut. Waiting as I covered the
last set of stairs, I refused to let him see me panting. I stood there, purposely holding my breath
until he narrowed his eyes and cocked his head to the side. “Breathe, Clarke. You’re going to
I almost burped out the small pocket of air I’d been holding. “I
hate you so much.”
“Yeah, yeah.” He waved that off. “We get it. Eternal
damnation in hell, the whole shebang. Whatever.” He nodded to the door. “Stop stalling. I want
to see your room.”
I was picturing pitchforks and fire. Maybe that was the burning
smell he mentioned. It was hell, and all the fire in there. I yanked the door, glaring as I did.
“Was this Sabrina’s idea?”
“Nope. All mine.” He was right behind me. I could feel his
breathing. “She refused to tell me your room number, said I had to call.”
My eyes widened at the thought of him coming up by himself,
strolling down the hallway, and then knocking on my door. Good Lordy gracious. Too many
would’ve seen him at my door. I would’ve been the talk of the dorm.
I shuddered, unlocked, and entered my room.
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was hooked. She’s written multi-bestsellers including the Carter Reed Series, the Fallen Crest
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