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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.
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?
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.
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.
Some would say I have a privileged life. Daughter of the current President of the United States, wealthy, famous, and all things that some girls wish they had. Only I'd dream of having a simple life. A life where I wasn't marrying the scariest man I have ever met. Well, I thought I had just met him, but it turns out, there's so much I don't know about myself. That's all thanks to a past so twisted, so warped, that no amount of money, or presidential status could wipe it clean. I'm the rebel child. Or as some may see it, the disappointment. I've never cared about expensive wedding gowns, or how much someone paid for a tailored suit. I don't care if your wedding dress is from Walmart, or if it's from some fancy, upscale designer line. So why am I marrying the devil dressed in a thousand-dollar suit? I'm about to find out how I got here. To marrying one of the most powerful men in the country. The road to finding out, though, is paved with darkness, painted with the blood of innocents, and it leads my ass straight to hell. Only this hell is a multi-million-dollar penthouse suite in New York City where Bryant Saint Royal, sits on his throne.
I needed a roommate, and I needed one fast. The requirements were simple: Must be cleanNonsmokerand no touching my shit. I underestimated my ad and got the one person I happen to have a one-night stand in Vegas for 'old time sake'.Because what happens in Vegas, stays in Vegas right?Bull shit. Did I mention we kinda sorta dated in University? Oh, there's also that small tidbit he left out that he may or may not have been married...He was.Certified douche bag.As it turns out I may need his help after all. Even if, I still hate him
They call me "The Devil." Deranged and violent. Gorgeous but frightening. I'm a business man so when one of my debtors offers me his fiancé in exchange for a debt settled I figure why not, the woman will be a quick sell. Repayment comes in the form of a beautiful but haunted young woman. The light in her tempts the darkness inside of me. Teases it, tortures it. I want to hurt her. I want to break her. I want to keep her. Lucky for Celia she fails to see that there is no goodness in me and when she attempts to draw me in with her innocence, and sweet naive heart I thrive to show her the cruel monster I am. **This is a dark mafia romance, that contains non-con/dub con, graphic violence, and sexual themes. It is not a standalone novel and ends on a cliffhanger.**