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264 pages, ebook
First published December 23, 2016





Go figure two people who don't belive in marriage are getting married. How's that for irony?




This wasn’t the story of how I grew to love him—it’s the account of how I came to hate him. That was where this story leads. The path I found myself on which wound down many trails until it came to an abrupt end. This is our hate story.
She was like no woman I’d ever met and no woman I ever would. She was everything I wanted in a partner and everything I couldn’t have. She was, at the end of the day, everything.









She was the one who was going to help me earn my freedom in the country I loved. The place that was home.
This was a business deal and should be treated like all business deals – with confidence and cool removal.
She needed to hate me for this marriage to work.
we were marrying each other – that was the plan. Desire, attraction, and love were not part of the plan.
Feelings were fine. Attraction was allowed. Acting on any of it was positively not.
this had become a matter of the heart now too. Neither of us had planned on that.
I didn't want to marry her so I could get a piece of paper telling me I could spend the rest of my life in this country, I wanted to marry her so I could spend the rest of my life with her. She was my home.
“I will always do what's best for you, even if it means you wind up hating me. Because that's how much I love you.“
Hate was love not ready to be realized. Hate came from fear and doubt and burned at the same degree as passion.
Our hate story had become a love story
You don't have to touch it to know
Love is everywhere you go
You don't have to touch it to feel
Love is every second we steal
Love is love is nothing without you
Love is love is everything you do
Open up your eyes
And you will see
Love is love is everything to me
You don't have to touch it to be
Wrapped up in emotion like me
Everyone must feel how I do, yeah
Love is just to be close to you
Love is love is nothing without you
Love is love is everything you do
Open up your eyes
And you will see
Love is love is everything to me
And you know that love is love
It's written in black and blue
And everything you say
Must bring her closer, closer to you
Ba-ba (ooh), ba-ba (ooh), ba-ba (ooh)
You don't have to touch it to know
Love is everywhere that you go
You don't have to touch it to feel
Love is every second we steal
Love is love is nothing without you
Love is love is everything you do...




*3.5 Hate stars*

“Nina was my sanctuary as much as she was my war zone.This was a delightful read, a light-hearted romance filled with hate, passion, laughter and love! The characters were superb. They were headstrong, charming and witty to the point of pissing each other off, this crazy love/hate equation was cleverly written by the author, I loved their banters so much. There was a slight hiccup that stopped it from making this a great read, the whole transformation from hating to loving was hasty. Though I loved their chemistry I didn’t see the development of their attraction/love. Also, the ending seemed rushed, I felt the family was just a filler contrary to how they were initially introduced even when there was a lot of room to add some angst to the mix.
Peace and solace one moment, explosions and massacre the next.”

“I kind of hate you, you know that?”
His eyes challenged that. “I’m asking you to marry me, not like me. Hate me all you want.”
“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... “No, they like to think they do, but they don’t.” His head shook authoritatively. “They like cocky the bastard who goes after what he wants and doesn’t take no for an answer.”
I needed to let her hate me. A lot. She needed to despise me or else I’d fuck this up. She needed to hate me for this marriage to work.
Feelings were fine. Attraction was allowed. Acting on any of it was positively not.
“I promise I won’t do ‘things’ to you,” I told her…
“Like you even could do ‘things’ to me,” she huffed, gracing me with a look that led me to believe she thought me quite the Quasimodo.
“Believe me.” I waited for her eyes to meet mine again. When they did, the green in them actually looked molten. I didn’t blink as I stretched closer. “If I wanted to – if I put my mind to it, my body into action – I could do all kinds of things to you.”
Nina was my sanctuary as much as she was my war zone. Peace and solace one moment, explosions and massacre the next.
I couldn’t stop it. I couldn’t pull back or slow down or stop. I knew I was going to fall. Hard.
