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Title: Hate Story

Author: Nicole Williams

Genre: Contemporary Romance 

Release date: 23rd December, 2016


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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.






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.”
His head shook once. “Intrigued.”
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.”




Kindle Friends Forever 5 Review by Sharon Thérèse

The premise of this story is not new one. Nonetheless; Ms Williams managed to make this read especially hateful, downright lovable and totally unputdownable. I had no option but to put life on hold and do an all-nighter! So be warned; if you start reading it at stupid o’clock like me, you’ll most likely have to pay for the consequences the next day! This author never ceases to astound me with her writings. Her protagonists’ personalities and woeful stories quite honestly played havoc with my imagination. She made them come alive in such a way that at times I felt like I was intruding on their most personal space. In fact, talk about babbling to myself isn’t in it! If I gave advice to one, the other was getting a good talking to and vice versa! And did either of them listen to me? Nope!

“Better to worry too much and be pleasantly surprised than worry too little and get taken advantage of.”

As Nina Burton’s story panned out, she effortlessly got under my skin and I soon understood the predicament she was in. Solution’s seed was sown by Kate, her sassy and open-minded bestie who at all times, was in the background and had her back. I actually felt what Nina was about to do arguably debatable. Feasible, definitely. Morally correct…you’ll have to make your own minds up! Yet like Kate, I still thought if no-one was going to get hurt, this short-longish project of sorts might just work out regardless of Nina shying away from any kind of emotional relationship.

“You are clueless.”

“Yeah, and I’d like to remain clueless when it comes to that part of his anatomy, so scoot…”

Observing this young woman give as good as she gets and come over so strong blew the socks off me! Her dry wit creased me up and her no-nonsense fighter attitude I adored. However, as she’d willing stepped out of her comfort zone, the way she handled her emotions annoyed me a tad. Her consuming fears were like blinkers. She couldn’t see further than her nose when the man who inadvertently wiggled his way into her life consumed her. Always a lover of Shakespearean scenarios, tragedy seemed to be too close to home for my comfort.

“This isn’t an act. Maybe it was in the beginning. Maybe I wish it still were. But this—it’s not an act.”

Why then, did I support the heroine and blast the hero out of the astrosphere when his proposition was the perfect package? Probably because said package was indecently his to start with. Although my pain for Nina was fraught; in contrast, Max brought out even more conflicting feeling in me. Re: Hate Story! I truly wanted to give Nina a good wake up call, too. I found her icy attitude towards him incomprehensible seeing as he tried so hard to make things work under such unusual circumstances. I knew her trust issues were justifiable. Hurtful events going back as far as she remembers became my present torment and hers. . . they were always hers. Saying that, her future worries stem from this and are the crux of the matter. In her book, getting close to anyone was a no-no. Will that solid wall she’d carefully built around her heart protect her from Maximilian Hans Xavier Sturm?

“I’m good with my hands. I’ve got references should you need them”

“I’m sure the only reference who’d give a glowing recommendation is the region below your belt.”

Was making a deal with the devilishly gorgeous Max who wears a suit like his second skin, selling her soul? In my book, yes! He’s drop-dead yummy gals. . . but, and the huge but is how long it takes Nina to realise what she’d actually let herself in for. Believe me, all my feelings cried out aloud in that one unlawful clause written in ink that has a sell by date making me want to curl up and die. Signing on the dotted line was easy to envisage, difficult to fathom. . . do they abide by it or keep their promises?

“Is your silence a sign of agreement, disagreement, or indecision?”

Maximillian Hans Xavier Sturm. It’s been a long while since I have been able to invest in such a character as is him. He has personal reasons for his actions. Neither he nor I ever expected an outcome that would floor both of us. While writing this review, I sobbed my heart out. His stance regarding the situation Nina and himself were in was of his own doing. Only throughout the story did I see him grow and bend beyond my wishes showing me his true facets. In fact, I really hope the author doesn’t mind but I have to speak to him in first person. “Max, you did good. Your patience was your virtue.” Saying that, I lost my patience with Nina whilst she battled with her emotions.

“But one day at a time, okay? Don’t rush this. Don’t rush us.”

I really don’t want you to take these words of mine lightly. This heartfelt standalone is worthy of reading. The storyline was above my expectations, the secondary character development, par excellent. Family conflicts come to a head giving this read the spice I yearned for. As you might have observed in this review, I haven’t mentioned the bedroom scenes. I was actually prepared to give them second place since this story is so much more than this. Despite trying to ignore them, I simply couldn’t. Aptly woven into two beautiful characters’ to and fro, come and go or make it and break it, these precious moments grazed my thoughts just enough to make me smile. Conclusion, Max and Nina made me believe life’s struggles are worth it. And Nina’s secret is safe with me. Bravo Ms Williams!





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Nicole Williams is the New York Times and USA TODAY 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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