Blog Tour: Hate Story by Nicole Williams (Review)

 
 

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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.

 

 

Oh crap. Listen to me. I know a lot of y’all will judge the heck out of that cover but trust me when I tell you this book is totally not what you’re thinking. I feel like the cover doesn’t quite match the story. It is a steamy book but not as much as the cover makes you image it’ll be. Hate Story is about two people who’ve been hurt in the past and are afraid of getting hurt again but circumstances bring them together and they can’t help falling in love. It is exciting, romantic, funny and so very swoon worthy. Just letting everyone know.

I love me a great fake relationship story. Most of my favorite books include fake relationships. I love them even more when they are narrated from both sides of the story because I get to read and feel everything the characters are going through. I love watching them slowly fall in love and realize the don’t want a fake relationship anymore. That is exactly what I experienced reading Hate Story.
Nina is American and she is drowning in debts. Max is German, needs a green card and he is willing to pay Nina a million dollars to be his wife. They have it all planned out. Except the whole falling in love part (aka my favorite part).

Nina is such a lovable character. She’s a headstrong independent woman. She may or may not have driven me crazy with her stubbornness but I love her non the less. I don’t think I’ve ever read about a character who’s as afraid of love as she is. Unlike a lot of characters, Nina has never been in a relationship and the ones that scarred her were her parents. They are the reason she’s afraid of loving someone and then watching that someone leave her.

Max took me by surprise. I expected him to be an asshole for some reason and that is definitely not what I got. I could not be happier. Aside from being gorgeous, he is the sweetest man ever. I think I died and went to heaven every time I read a chapter narrated by him because I swear the man drips honey. He’s one of the most swoon worthy men I’ve ever read.

Y’all need to read this book. I recommend it a million times. It is perfectly paced, there’s no drama and there’s a whole lot of romance and fun times. Y’all are going to fall in love with Nina and Max’s love/hate story.

Also, I know I am the biggest cry baby ever but trust me. Don’t listen to Come Back… Be Here by Taylor Swift while reading some of the last chapters of Hate Story because you’ll be a mess. I know this because I’m an idiot. Don’t be me.

 


4.5 / 5 flowers


 

 

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.

Though it was faint, I could just make out an accent. It was European, but I couldn’t nail down the country. To look at the bastard, you’d think he was Scandinavian—blond hair, blue eyes, commanding frame—but his accent was too sharp to hail from the land of Vikings.

I was tempted to glare at the tipped smile aimed at me, but I didn’t want to lead him to the impression I cared. I gave him my version of the same smile, abandoning my “no expectations” policy for the prospect of pissing him off. “You’re older than I thought you’d be.”

His smile shifted into the realm of a smirk, like he knew I was lying. So yeah, maybe I was lying about thinking he was older, but I wouldn’t give him the satisfaction of confirming his silent accusation. He was older than me, but not by much. He might have been closing in on thirty, but he wasn’t past it.

He leaned forward in the chair. When his gaze circled my face to my fiery red hair, his brow elevated. Yes, I am the stereotype. Be warned.

“Prettier too.”

I stiffened. He was fucking with me now. I’d already agreed to marry him. How much more did he think he could screw me over?

I gave him a cursory glance and kept the unaffected look on my face. “Uglier.”

He cocked a brow like he knew better. “And the personality of ten women rolled into one.”

“Intimidated?”

His head shook once. “Intrigued.”

“Irritated?”

His eyes investigated me again. It felt intrusive, definitely not cursory. “Impressed.”

“As impressed by me as the woman in heat who was just mauling you over by the bar?”

“You mean the woman who gave me this?” He pulled something out of the inside pocket of his suit jacket and set it on the small table between us.

It was a hotel card key. With a lipstick kiss pressed into it.

“Classy place, this five-star hotel.” I glanced back at the woman at the bar. She was still there, watching him as though he was the height of the male species. “Did you tell her the reason you were here?”

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.”

 

 

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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