November 7, 2017






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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.”
5 out of 5 stars
Hate Story is a standalone novel by an author I found to love this year, Nicole Williams. I actually thought I read it before but I was wrong. It was a wtf? moment. Anyway, I do love a good hate story and this is definitely a great one…
He needed a green card. She needed to save her home. One marriage and a million dollars give them exactly what they both wanted. They would both get to keep their homes. The agreement is three years. No sex. No cheating. No feelings. Especially no falling in love. Should be easy for two people who don’t believe in it. That was until things went and got complicated…
I don’t want to give too much away so I will just say that I loved this one! Nina is witty, strong, and sexy without knowing it. Max is funny, dead sexy in his suits, smart, and a bit of a closet romantic. Together, they are fucking hilarious with their banter. Beautiful with their bodies. Strong with their protectiveness. I love that they come from two different worlds. He has made his money and isn’t afraid to use it. She isn’t poor but she isn’t rich either. She has two jobs and doesn’t spend money loosely. She definitely isn’t a gold digger and that makes her different to Max. He was intrigued by her. He was a riddle to him.
Overall…I loved everything about this story. It has beauty. It has pain. It has heart. It has sexiness. It has hate and it has love. I laughed, cried, and got hot and bothered. And you will too!
“I kind of hate you, you know that?”
His eyes challenged that. “I’m asking you to marry me, not like me. Hate me all you want.”
Nina was my sanctuary as much as she was my war zone. Peace and solace one moment, explosions and massacre the next.
“Look who’s been watching their fill of hard porn now?”
She rolled her eyes. “Oh, shut up and come already.”
4.5 out of 5 stars

I’ve been a fan of Nicole Williams’ for years and Hate Story is one of my favorites. I love her writing. It’s always funny, romantic and filled with emotion. I love her characters and the depth she always uncovers. Max and Nina enter into a contract. Be married for three years. In the end, Nina gets one million dollars, Max gets his green card. It’s a win-win as long as their emotions don’t get involved. Nina is an independent woman just trying to save her home. She’s smart, sassy and hilarious. She needs to hate Max for this arrangement to work. She can’t fall in love with her husband. Everyone who she’s loved has left her. She won’t fall in love. Max needs a no string marriage so he can stay in the US. He loves his home and is willing to do anything to stay here. The good thing about being tied to someone is that you can be yourself, so Nina and Max are being real with each other. Sharing their lives and pasts. But, will that make it harder to not get involved? Max and Nina have incredible chemistry. Their connection is so deep that they are both fighting their feelings. I loved watching them fight to not care. Fight to continue to hate. Fight to not love. Hate Story is a beautiful story about wanting love, trying to hate and getting what you need in the end. Max was perfect. He was strong, smart, caring, and has truly genuine feelings for Nina despite her own issues. And I loved his sexy accent!


He was pretty much female catnip in a six-foot-three bundle of ego and muscle.


So what? He had an ice butt. And a nice face. And a nice everything else in between. So he was fun to look at.


“Why would you want me?”

“Because every part of me wants every part of you. That’s why.”

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Nicole Williams is the New York Times and USATODAY 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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