From USA Today and Amazon Charts bestselling author Meghan Quinn, comes a new age-gap standalone romantic comedy featuring a new cast of characters that will immediately have you hooked.ย This steamy, enemies-to-lovers small town romance delivers the perfect happily ever after every romance lover craves.ย Releasing August 1stย in all formats, check out the prologue below and pre-order your copy today!
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About THE WAY I HATE HIM (Coming 8/1/2023):
Why am I holding a box of stolen memorabilia formerly owned by my ex-boyfriend’s boss in my arms? It’s called . . . revenge.
After failing my last semester for my masters degree, I decided to come back to my hometown of Almond Bay and wallow in self pity while my boyfriend told me everything was going to be okay. To my dismay, instead of open arms, he greeted me with a box to move my things.
Now I’m not a petty person, but when he told me he broke up with me because I was boring, there’s only so much of the higher road I can take. Hence the box of memorabilia I took from him.
The plan? To give it back to his boss, who happens to be my brother’s nemesis, and get the ex fired. But plans never go the way you want them, because instead of dropping off the box with a note, I’m pinned with the crime by Hayes Farrow himself.
And because my life is so pathetic, he gives me two options: turn me into the police and press full charges or . . . work it off. How could I possibly work for someone I can’t stand? Easy, I don’t look good in orange.
But working for Hayes isn’t as horrible as I thought it would be. The hate I had for him begins to turn into something else – something deeper, something I never thought I’d feel.
Unfortunately there are still old grudges and family drama to deal with. And what happens when my brother finds out that I’m working for the guy he hates more than anyone else in the world? Will I be able to follow my heart or will the way I hate him blind me from the love I feel?
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**HAYES**
โHow good are you at giving head?โ
The girl straddling my lap, tits bouncing in my face, a G-string being the only thing on her body, leans in with a smirk. โIโve never had any complaints.โ
I wet my lips and rest my head against the back of the couch. โShow me.โ
A half-empty tequila bottle is on the coffee table in front of us, salt is sprinkled all over, and her tits are still wet from where I was licking the salt off. Lime wedges are scattered along the floor with her clothes and my shirt.
Andย .ย .ย .ย Iโm not really feeling it.
Fuck, whatโs her name again?
I know she told me . . .
Kendall?
Kinsey?
Kaliope?
She scoots off my lap and kneels between my legs. Before she can undo my pants, I ask, โWhatโs your name again?โ
Her big blue eyes stare up at me, and she seductively says, โTara.โ
Tara?
Oh fuck, I was way off.
A snort pops out of me because, Jesus, I couldnโt have been more wrong.
โIs there something wrong with my name?โ she asks, sitting back on her heels.
โNo.โ I shake my head.
โThen why are you laughing?โ
Yeah, dickhead, why are you laughing?
โYour hands tickled my dick,โ I say because hell, Iโm drunk and can barely hold it together. Her brow rises, and yeah, I realize the truth is probably better. โI thought your name was Kendall. I wasnโt close to guessing it correctly.โ
Her brow pulls together with disdain. โWho the hell is Kendall?โ
โYou got me,โ I say just as a knock sounds on my door, and my agent pops his head in. โDude,โ I say, gesturing to Kendall . . . I mean, Tara. Jesus Christ.
Ruben winces. โI have to talk to you.โ
โItโs fine,โ Tara says as she grabs her dress and stands. โI was leaving.โ
My dick wants me to protest, but I donโt have it in me, so I watch as she slips her dress over her head, shimmying it over her large tits. Such a shame. I would have had fun with her.
But Iโll tell you one thingโIโm never fucking desperate for pussy. Ever.
Iโm not the begging kind.
So if she wants to leave, I wonโt stop her.
And from the pause at the door and the glance over her shoulder at me, I know she wants me to stop her, to beg her to stay. Sorry, not going to fucking happen.
I lift two fingers to my forehead and offer a salute, causing her brows to turn down.
โYouโre an ass,โ she says as she pushes past Ruben and leaves.
Yeah, tell me something I donโt know.
I lean forward with my elbows on my thighs as Ruben shuts the door to my dressing room and straightens his tie. The man is a killer in negotiations and the smartest man I know, but heโs a goddamn dweeb. Itโs not the first time heโs walked in on me with a girl, and it wonโt be the last, yet he still has the same nauseous and uncomfortable look.
I pour myself another shot of tequila but then lift the bottle to inspect it. We didnโt drink that much. โFuck.โ I sigh. โI think Mattโs stealing from me.โ
Ruben steps closer and picks my shirt up off the ground. He folds it and gently sets it on the coffee table. โYour assistant?โ
โYeah,โ I answer. โThings keep going missing, and heโs the only one besides you allowed in my private space.โ I lift an eyebrow. โUnless youโre stealing from me?โ
Utter shock and disgust cross Rubenโs face. โYou . . . you canโt be serious.โ He tugs on the cuffs of his paisley button-up shirt. โI would neverโโ
โIโm kidding, Ruben.โ I toss the shot back and then lean against the couch again. โWhatโs up?โ
โTwo things,โ he says, holding his fingers up. โCarlton called and wants to know when to expect the next album.โ I roll my eyes.
โJesus Christ, I told him heโll get it when he gets it. Iโm just finishing up his goddamn tour.โ
โThatโs what I told him, but since youโve recently gone viral again, he wants to capitalize on that.โ
โIโm sure he does,โ I say. โWell, I have nothing, so heโll be waiting a while.โ
โNot even a single?โ
โRuben.โ I stand from the couch and snag the shirt he folded. โYou know me better than anyone, do you think I have a single up my sleeve I can just release?โ
โDidnโt think so, but I thought Iโd check.โ I slip my shirt on. โWhat would you like me to tell Carlton?โ
โIโm working on it.โ
โAre you?โ he asks.
โNope,โ I answer, picking up my faded gray baseball hat. โBut I will.โ After slipping it on backward, I grab my phone and place it in my pocket. โWhatโs the second thing?โ
Ruben hesitates. โAbel called.โ
That makes me pause and turn toward Ruben. โWhy?โ
โYour grandma fell again, fractured her hip. Sheโs been asking for you. She thinks this is the end.โ
โShe thinks every day is the end,โ I say.
Ruben keeps me from moving toward the door when he says, โAbel thinks she really misses you and will say anything to get you home.โ Ruben sighs. โI think you need to go back to Almond Bay.โ
ย ย ย ย ย Ahh . . . fuck.
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