Taylor Caldwell can't decide if she wants to kiss her new college roommate or punch him.
On the one hand, Hunter Zaccadelli is a handsome, blue-eyed bundle of charm. On the other, he's a tattooed, guitar-playing bundle of bad boy. Maybe that's why Taylor's afraid of falling in love with him, or anyone else. She doesn't want to get burned, and even though her other roommates adore him, she wants him gone before it's too late.
Hunter himself has been been burned before, but the fact that Taylor calls him out on his crap and has the sexiest laugh ever make him decide maybe love isn't a lost cause. They make a bet: if she can convince him she truly loves or hates him, he'll leave the apartment--and leave her alone. The problem is, the more time they spend together, the less she hates him, and the more she moves toward love.
But when the man who holds the key to Taylor's fear of giving up her heart resurfaces and threatens to wreck everything, she has to decide: trust Hunter with her greatest secret, or do everything in her power to win that bet and drive him away forever.
Holy moly! I just can't get enough of this author's writing style! While the story is full of details and a bit "slow" in the beginning, I think it is needed to understand the main characters' hate/love relationship throughout the story. I enjoyed getting to know each of the characters and appreciated the flow of the story line. Most romances are all "love at first sight" with what happens after. This story is a nod to how "real" relationships work. The casual banter between the main characters made the book really fun to read. I can't wait to see the author comes out with next!! If you like a good "bad boy" romance, this book is for you :)
Chelsea M. Cameron is a YA/NA writer from Maine. Lover of things random and ridiculous, Jane Austen/Charlotte and Emily Bronte Fangirl, red velvet cake enthusiast, obsessive tea drinker, vegetarian, former cheerleader and world's worst video gamer. When not writing, she enjoys watching infomercials, singing in the car and tweeting. She has a degree in journalism from the University of Maine, Orono that she promptly abandoned to write about the people in her own head. More often than not, these people turn out to be just as weird as she is.
She has two books out now, Nocturnal and Nightmare, the first and second books in the Noctalis Chronicles about a girl with a dying mother who meets an immortal boy. The third book, Numb will be out this August, and the fourth in the winter. Her other book, Whisper, about a girl who is alive, a boy who isn't and the complications that go along with their relationship, released June 16 and is the first in a trilogy.
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Hunter's Playlist:
AC/DC-Back In Black
Matchbox 20-She’s So Mean
Andy Gibson-Wanna Make You Love Me
Bruno Mars-Just The Way You Are
Barenaked Ladies-One Week
The Head and the Heart-Rivers and Roads
Cheap Trick-I Want You To Want Me
Flo Rida-Whistle
LMFAO-Sexy And I Know It
Jace Everett-Bad Things
Josh Tuner-Would You Go With Me
Parachute-She Is Love
My Favorite Mistake Excerpt:
“Why do you care?” That was the million dollar question. Why did it bother me so much?
“Because you’re my roommate,” I said, floundering.
“That’s not enough of a reason. You wouldn’t throw a hissy fit if you found out Darah or Renee lived here or had secret meetings with a guy named Joe. So why me?”
“Because.”
“That’s not a reason.” He got up from his chair and stood right in front of me, our chests only inches away. He tipped his head down to look in my eyes.
“I think it’s because you like me. As much as you would rather choke to death than admit it. And you want to know things about the people you like. You want to know what they do when no one is watching, what movie makes them feel better when they’re sick, what they really want to be when they grow up. Am I right?”
He was so close, every time I breathed, I could smell him. You’d think after sharing a room with him for several weeks, I’d be used to his smell, but it seemed it had gotten even more potent. I had to close my eyes for a moment to gain some composure.
“No, Hunter. I don’t like you.”
“Good. I don’t like you either.”
We breathed in unison for a moment, and for that moment, the world stood still and we were the only two people in it. I opened my eyes and let myself get lost in his blue ones. Most of the time I avoided them. They were hypnotic, and I didn’t like being caught staring.
“I. Don’t. Like. You,” he said, bring his face a fraction closer with each word. I couldn’t speak, or breathe, or think.
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