I've tried to like Adrian Savage, the mercurial frontman for Fugitive Summer, while serving as his band's opening act on tour. We're stuck together for three months, after all. And I'm well aware I'm lucky to be here. But it's proved impossible. He's far too rude and dismissive a guy to get along with. And way too good at getting under my skin. In fact, at this point, I think it's fair to say I downright hate his guts. Global thirst trap that he is, though, I'm finding it extremely difficult not to want to jump Savage's bones, despite how much he infuriates me. I hate myself for it. But my body is going rogue on me. It doesn't matter, though. I'm determined to resist him. In fact, what I've decided is that, as long as I'm here and stuck with him, I'm not only going to give Savage the sound tongue lashing nobody else around here has the balls to deliver, I'm going to bring that bad boy to his knees. Savage: I'm obsessed with Laila Fitzgerald. There, I finally admitted it. I've tried not to want her. I tried to step aside when my best friend said he wanted her. But it's proved impossible. She's too gorgeous and talented, too charismatic and badass, for me not to want her for myself. Unfortunately, though, karma's a bitch. In trying to do the right thing by my best friend, I've done the wrong thing by myself. I've pushed her away every chance I've had. Dug way too deep a hole to crawl out of . . . And now, Laila downright hates my guts. And rightly so. But since we're stuck together, yet again-and, this time, even more closely-I've decided nothing will stop me from getting what I want. This time, I'm going to figure out a way to coax Laila into falling out of hate with me . . . The Hate Love Duet is a bundle of two books: 1) Falling Out of Hate With You, and 2) Falling Into Love With You.

Our love wasn’t enough. He had demons. I had hopes. Together we were never meant to be. That didn’t stop us, though. Even when it should have. Even when I saw those demons loud and clear. I should have stayed away. Should have never looked back. But love, it’s a fickle thing. And sometimes… You need to embrace the darkness. Or let it destroy you. I was drunk once. Now, I’m sober.

One month, I fell for him. Two, I was a goner. Three, I was a daydreamer. But by the fourth, it was a nightmare. Everything came in beats. Beat one—fantasy. Beat two—admission. Beat three—love. But it’s the fourth beat that completely ruined me. Beat. Beat. Beat. With a shattered heart. He was my nightmare.

After catching her fiancé in a compromising position, Mia Alexander's fairytale life exploded in her face. Devastated and shattered, she would do anything to dull the crushing pain in her heart, including having a risqué encounter with the tall, dirty-mouthed stranger with captivating blue eyes she met at the bar. Casual flings were never her thing.Until him.Although Adrien Charbonneau looked like well-built sex, money, and power, he was a broken man. After a life-altering event changed his reality, love was no longer an option. A façade of control masked his wall of pain and regret. No strings attached sex became his thing, including a steamy bar encounter with the alluring, sassy-mouthed firecracker with the vibrant red hair. Feelings never were his thing.Until her.What happens when a man who has sworn off love meets a woman who is trying to mask the pain of a broken heart?

Vaeda. The girl I used to hate. Or so I thought. I spent years convincing myself and everyone else that our incessant banter was nothing but expression of our mutual hatred for each other. Until I realized the only thing I actually hated...was how much I didn't hate her at all. The Mutt grew up--and the once barefoot spitfire of a tomboy turned into a damn knockout, whose smile alone took my breath away. But the world doesn't stop spinning just because two people fell in love. If anything, it picks up speed and throws us into a whole new world of problems that would test just how far I was willing to go...for the one I love...the most.Greyson. The boy I once hated more than anythin'. The boy that stole my heart and took it with him the day he left. Apparently the words 'for better or for worse' meant nothin' to him. Now here I am left to pick up the pieces of the life he broke, and rebuild it again on my own. I'm happy and successful and I have everythin' I could ever want. But a part of me still wonders...why after all this time, the man I should hate more than anythin'...it still the one I love the most.