on February 3, 2016
Also by this author: Neighbor Dearest, Stepbrother Dearest, When August Ends, Rebel Heart (Rush Series Duet, #2), Rebel Heir (Rush Series Duet, #1), Drunk Dial, Dirty Letters, Just One Year
Sharing a summer house with a hot-as-hell roommate should be a dream come true, right?
Not when it’s Justin…the only person I’d ever loved…who now hates me.
When my grandmother died and left me half of the house on Aquidneck Island, there was a catch: the other half would go to the boy she helped raise.
The same boy who turned into the teenager whose heart I broke years ago.
The same teenager who’s now a man with a hard body and a hardass personality to match.
I hadn’t seen him in years, and now we’re living together because neither one of us is willing to give up the house.
The worst part? He didn’t come alone.
I’d soon realize there’s a thin line between love and hate. I could see through that smug smile. Beneath it all…the boy is still there. So is our connection.
The problem is…now that I can’t have Justin, I’ve never wanted him more.
Author's note – RoomHate is a full-length standalone novel. Due to strong language and sexual content, this book is not intended for readers under the age of 18.
I’ll start by saying this book might deserve more than my 3⭐️, but….
Childhood best friends who secretly loved each other keet again after a decade they spent apart, just because she left him for a very stupid reason. Strike number one for her. How can you leave like that? It wasn’t a capital sin (he kept something from her), so why not let him explain? Wasn’t their friendship worth at least a “why did you do it”?
Then, when they’re forced to meet again because her grandmother left them a house in her will, he’s the biggest jerk possible. Of course, he might be entitled to his anger, but not all heroes can pull this attitude off and make us love/hate them (like L.J. Shen’s Vicious). Also, he’s in a relationship with a pretty cool girl, but his feelings for the heroine can be seen from the moon. He didn’t cheat, but i don’t feel like it matters much in this particular case.
In the end, he says he wants to her fuck buddy. Doesn’t want to commit to anything more.
Their platonic relationship evolves, but her insecurities and the constant “why doesn’t he tell me he loves me?” even though his actions speak volumes, really pissed me off.
So, yeah. This is my least favorite Penelope Ward book so far.