Hate to Love You & Love to Hate You Collection - Special Edition Hardback

*Please note this is a PRE-ORDER. Special editions will not be shipped until after July 20th, 2025. Save $10.00 when you buy both!

SERIES: Standalones

BOOK TYPE: Special Edition Foil Hard Cover with Custom Interiors and Sprayed Edges.

TROPES: Enemies-to-lovers, forced proximity, off-limits, cousin's best friend & teammate, football, secret crush, opposites attract, he falls first, it was always you, Enemies-to-lovers, fake dating, opposites attract, hockey, he falls first, forced proximity

Hate to Love You

Fake dating the campus player never felt so good.

Brody McKinnon is Whitmore University's star defenseman destined for NHL greatness. He made a name for himself playing juniors before gracing us with his esteemed presence. As much as it pains me to admit it, he’s exploded at the college level.
While other girls fall all over themselves trying to gain his attention, I do my best to steer clear just as I would a particularly nasty case of crabs.

For reasons I can't fathom, Brody takes great pleasure in messing with me. And I, in return, enjoy slicing him to ribbons with my razor-sharp tongue. You'd think after three years, he'd learn to keep his distance. No such luck.
Unfortunately for me, I’m about to experience the worst week of my life. It starts with my ex announcing at a party that I’m a lousy lay. He’s the hockey-playing jerk I dated last year who left a bad taste in my mouth (*eyeroll* seriously… get your mind out of the gutter).

Want to guess who rides in on his trusty white steed to rescue me? Or should I say, opens his big mouth? Yup, you guessed it. Brody freaking McKinnon, the guy I love to hate. He only makes matters worse by telling everyone that we’re together and then punching Reed in the face.

The first…I plan on strangling him for.
The second…I’m only sorry I didn’t get to Reed first.
Now I’m stuck fake-dating Brody, the one guy who makes me feel like a rabid dog on a choke chain, for the foreseeable future. I guarantee we won’t last more than seventy-two hours without me killing him.

Love to Hate You 

The one guy I can't stand on campus is now my roommate for senior year.

Carter Prescott is one of those guys who has it all.
Wealthy family…check.
Good looks…check.
Brains to match all that brawn…check.
And let’s not even talk about all those sculpted muscles (no—seriously, I don’t want to talk about them). The guy works out like it’s his job. Did I mention that he’s one of this year’s top NFL draft picks?

Sure, maybe in the beginning I was taken in by his pretty face and gorgeous body. What girl with a beating pulse wouldn’t be? But his obnoxious presence killed any attraction I might have felt a long time ago.
All right, fine…that’s not altogether true. The guy is smoking hot, okay?
There, I admitted it.
Sheesh.

But that doesn’t mean he’s not a conceited jerk. Carter is my cousin’s best friend, and thanks to the fugue state I must have been in when I agreed to this living arrangement, he’s my roommate for senior year. Everything would be fine if he would just stop messing with me. But he’s incapable of restraining himself.
So, when he takes his antics too far, who can blame me for retaliating in kind? Carter wants to bring a hookup back to the apartment for the night?
Fine by me.

Is there any real harm done if I ambush them in the morning and introduce myself as his baby mama? Am I taking things too far if I whip up a batch of laxative laced brownies so he’ll crap himself all over the field?
Nope, I don’t think so…

The real question is how I’m going to make it through eight more months without slowly wrapping my fingers around his... throat and squeezing tight.
I’m sorry, did you think I was going to say something else?

Please, as if that would happen…

*Both special editions come with matching foiled bookmarks*