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Title: Love To Hate Her
Author: J. Saman
Genre: Contemporary Romance
About Love To Hate Her:
A rare moment of weakness. A burning desire impossible to deny. Forbidden words I should never have spoken. Seven years ago, I confessed my darkest secret to my brother’s girlfriend. When she broke up with him and walked out of our lives, she took my secret with her. But, with my band set to go on tour around the world, I have a problem. I need a nanny for my autistic daughter. And unfortunately, Viola Starr, my brother’s ex, is the perfect fit. Now, there is no escaping her. Or our past. Especially when my brother seems determined to win her back. Five months and she’ll be out of my life again. Five months of ignoring lingering, heated glances. The fire she draws out of me. The way she loves my daughter. Five months… And my world is about to come crashing down around me.
Can I ask you something else? Shoot. Did the crowd swarming the hotel and bus bother you? Is he kidding me? Of course, it bothered me. Women–and I’m talking hundreds of them–mobbed the front and back entrance of the hotel, clamoring not just for their favorite band, but for the elusive Jasper Diamond himself. They were crazed. They overran the bus. It was like those videos you see of when The Beatles first came to America. Girls were screaming and crying and thrusting not only band t-shirts out, but their tits too. It was so insane that eventually the guys did step off the bus just so Adalyn and I could safely get into the hotel without being mobbed. I knew they were famous. We wouldn’t be here if they weren’t. But I hadn’t witnessed much of it until now. I’ve mostly been hidden away from it, off with Adalyn doing our own thing. This was eye-opening in the worst and best possible way. Why do you ask? You made a face, and it was the first time on the tour it’s happened like that. Where fans swarmed us like that, I mean. Are you referring to your harem of obsessed women? Why on earth would that bother me? The message bubble appears almost instantly, and I roll to my side, my phone clutched in both hands, an unstoppable smile still clinging dumbly to my face. I like this way too much to stop. Even stupid banter and easy back and forth is better than evil eyes and long, lingering stares that make me simultaneously want to throw up and crawl out of my skin. And because it’s late, and I’m so f-ing tired, and he texted first, and I feel like being snarky, and it’s taking him forever to reply, and I obviously need a million excuses, I write, In fact, why aren’t you out with any of them? I’m sure they’d love another chance at The Jasper Diamond. Sexy man and supreme rock god. The dots dance before they disappear only to start again and disappear once more before they do their thing one final time and then his words appear on my screen. Not interested in any of them. And I’d prefer it if you’d call me sexy god and supreme rock man. Has a more realistic touch to it, don’t you think? I snort out a laugh, rolling my eyes. Seems a bit arrogant and inaccurate to me. I’m not sure I’d call you sexy god. Sexy man was already pushing it, but maybe you should run that one by some of those girls who were screaming for you earlier. They might have a different opinion than mine. Don’t want their opinion. Yours is the only one I want, and the only one that matters. I stare at his words for longer than I should, doing everything I can not to read into them. Rolling onto my stomach, I prop myself up with my elbows, clutching my phone just a little too tightly. I don’t know what to say to that. What to write back. He is a sexy god. Insanely so. Everything about him sets my blood on fire. Those girls will be devastated to hear that. He replies instantly, and that flutter in my belly spreads, shooting sparks across my skin. If I didn’t know you better, I’d think you were jealous. Maddeningly. Why would I be? You have no reason to be. They’re just girls. And I’m just the nanny. You’re not just the nanny. You’re my nanny, Viola.