Blog Tour with Excerpt & ARC Review: I Hate You (The Hook Up, #3) by Ilsa Madden-Mills

I want you . . . even when I hate you.

 

 

I Hate You, an all-new enemies to lovers sports romance standalone from Wall Street Journal bestselling author Ilsa Madden-Mills, is LIVE!!

 

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Blurb

Blaze Townsend: I hate you.
Charisma Rossi: I hate you more.

She’s been expecting this ever since their latest showdown. She had good reason.

Hottest guy she’s ever seen.
Former fling.
Dumped her in front of her friends.
At her own party.

So no, she’s not about to forgive and forget just because he sits next to her in class.
He thinks all he has to do is turn on those baby blues, and she’ll melt right back into his arms. Please.She’d be crazy to let this cocky player affect her again. (Tell that to her body.)

Charisma Rossi.
Nerd girl with a dash of bad.
The one who got under his skin.
The one he cut loose.

Blaze knows she’s the riskiest prospect at Waylon University, but none of the interchangeable girls he hooks up with have ever made him feel the way she did. There’s absolutely no way he can have the girl and the game.

So why can’t he stop trying to win her back?

Can this wide receiver score the girl or will he make the biggest fumble of his life

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Review

4 “Promise me you’ll stay” stars!

Charisma Rossi used to be life of the party. Outgoing and fun, she knew how to have a good time. Things changed, though, when her popular football boyfriend dumped her in front of everyone at her own party. Her confidence took a hit and she’s been hiding out ever since.

Now, with the start of the new semester, she’s ready for a “new” Charisma. She plans to keep her distance and move on but when her ex comes back into the picture, he proves just how hard it is to stay away when he seems to want her back.

I love sports romances and I love second chances so I couldn’t have been more excited that I Hate You has both. Add in swoon, steam, angst, and feels, and you’ll easy find yourself engrossed in this story.

When we see Charisma and Blaze together, there’s still a spark and the sexual tension is off the charts! I could feel their connection so I was desperate to know what really went down. I know that sometimes things aren’t always as they seem so was thinking up all different rationales. I loved the way the story unfolds and I wasn’t disappointed.

This book gave me two endearing characters that were multi-layered and complex. My heart hurt for Blaze and the childhood he had. He is such a sweet guy and I felt his conflict while he wrestled with his feelings. He’s swoony and sexy, and I am so glad he was only a player on the field. It was refreshing and made me fall a little harder for him. Charisma had her own insecurities and fears that shaped her life. She had to face them and I was happy when she did.

I loved both Charisma and Blaze individually but I felt like I got to know them better when they were together. They are intense and the emotions are all over the place but you can really feel their connection. They turn up the heat but it’s when they open up that the real relationship forms. It’s more than just physical and I enjoyed the friendship and love that sneaks up on them.

“Can you see me, Charm? Can you see the man I really am underneath all this? Can you look at me and see that I can’t go on without you?”

The push and pull is a little too much and I found myself frustrated at times. I understood the reason they held back but it took longer than I’d like to fully commit and trust each other. And just when I think things are going well there’s another setback. Still, the journey is worth the pain because when they are finally a couple, everything comes together beautifully. My heart was full and I was giddy over their HEA, especially after the epilogue!

I love the other books in The Hook Up series so it was nice to see characters from I Dare You and I Bet You. I hope we get more of this group of characters!

*ARC generously provided by the author and Social Butterfly PR in exchange for an honest review*

 


Excerpt

“Need some help?”

I’m on my tiptoes when the question comes, trying to reach a book on the top shelf in the bookstore at the student center. 

My heart does a nosedive off a cliff as that familiar gruff voice washes over me, his accent a smooth drawl that’s reminiscent of hot summer nights and slow kisses—kisses we never had…well, except for that one time freshman year. 

I ignore him and try to grab the book.

“You’re too short. Let me,” Blaze says, this time closer, his voice soft.

I ease back on my feet and whip around, internally wishing I’d worn something more I hate you and don’t you wish you still had me, but sadly, I’m not in my kickass shoes and itchy dress. Today it’s flat-soled red Converse, black joggers, and a Yankees sweatshirt. I blow at a piece of hair in my face. Shit.

Of course, he looks magnificent in a tight long-sleeved black shirt that clings to his broad chest and tapered jeans molded to those leg muscles. His face is unshaven, the darkness on his jawline adding a broody look.

Curse him and his hotness. 

I stare at him a little too long, until I snap out of it.

“I don’t need help,” My voice is strangled as I move to brush past him—forget the textbooks—but he reaches out and takes my elbow.

“Charisma—”

His fingers are a hot brand on my skin—it’s the first time we’ve touched in three months—and I pull away. A tremble starts in my legs. How dare he?It was one thing to see him in a social setting and pretend I was fine, but when we’re face to face without people watching… “Don’t put your hands on me. I’m not your hookup anymore, football player.”

His face reddens, and he drops his arms. “I didn’t mean—” he stops, not finishing as he studies my face.

I wonder what he sees. You know what he sees, Charisma—someone who wasn’t up to his usual standards.

Everything I didn’t say last night rushes out. “Didn’t mean to what? Dump me in the middle of my own sorority’s party in front of all my friends and half of campus? And you know, that’s totally fine. We both knew I wasn’t enough to keep your attention.” 

His jaw clenches and he frowns, his brow furrowing. “I didn’t plan for things to happen that way.”

“How did you want to break up with me? Over candlelight? A text would have worked just fine,” I bite out.

The silence builds between us, and he watches me intently, as if trying to figure me out. He starts at my hair and works his way down to my feet, then comes back to my face. Just when I think I might combust from the intensity of his eyes, he looks away. 

“What?” I cock my hip. “You look like you want to say something.”

He taps his hand against his leg. Ice-blue eyes, ones I used to stare into and get butterflies from, glitter down at me. “You just can’t handle that ended things, sweetheart.”

“Not your sweetheart.” 

“Never were.”

Shit…shit…my heart feels like an anvil just landed on it, heavy and hard, and I can’t breathe for a second at his words, part of me pissed, the other part devastated. I wanted to be his sweetheart, I did, but he…

You’re not my type.

“Thanks for the reminder,” I say quietly, my anger folding away piece by piece and slipping into that horrible self-pity I despise. 

He closes his eyes and scrubs his face with those talented hands, strong and big and capable, skillful with a football. 

He steps in front of me, much like he did last night, and I tilt my head back to take him in. At my height of five feet, three inches, it’s hard to glare at a guy who towers over you and not look ridiculous, but I manage—until his eyes flicker with lingering emotion. 

I dart my eyes around the store, searching for a way out, but I’m stuck between him and a bookshelf. “You’re blocking my path.” I focus on his legs. No sexiness there—well, except for the tight muscles under that denim. 

“This is what I know,” he says in a low voice, ignoring my statement. “You told me we were just messing around. You set all the rules. Isn’t that how you operate? So why does me ending things with you even matter?”

“You never asked for more. You could have.” The revealing words fall around us, tinged with hurt, and I want to pull them back. 

The silence between us crackles, yet I’m aware of other people around us. There are a few girls on another aisle, and I glance over as one of them pulls out her phone. No doubt she’s taking a picture of him. Part of me retreats, anxious she’ll get me in that photo—a girl who clearly doesn’t belong. He doesn’t notice. Everyone knows who he is, and they’re probably wondering why he’s talking to me. 

“No, I didn’t,” he finally says, the words taut as if pulled from him unwillingly. He taps his leg, his tell that he’s anxious or angry. We weren’t together long, but every moment we spent together, I studied him like a wine connoisseur given a glass of rare cabernet. I know what makes him laugh, usually random things that make no sense. I know that groan he makes deep in this throat when he slides inside me, like he’s home. I know the feel of his hand when he cups my face and stares at me, a hesitant expression on his face—

“You can’t even look at me anymore. I wonder why,” he says, his voice a challenge. 

Steeling myself, I face those baby blues. “You know why. I wish we’d never met up last fall. I wish you’d never flirted with me. I wish I’d never fucked you that first time in the library—”

“Same page. Same fucking page, Charisma.” And then he’s walking away, broad shoulders swaying as he stalks down the aisle…

 


The Hook Up

     

I Dare You (#1) – (Maverick & Delaney)
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I Bet You (#2) – (Ryker & Penelope)
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I Hate You (#3) – (Blaze & Charisma)
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I Promise You (#4) – (Dillon & Serena)
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About the Author

Wall Street Journal, New York Times, and USA Today best-selling author Ilsa Madden-Mills is best known for her contemporary romances ranging from new adult angst to romantic sports comedy.

Seven of her ten novels have placed in the Amazon US Store Top Six Best-seller List: Dirty English hit #1; Fake Fiancée and I Dare You hit #2; I Bet You, Filthy English, and Very Bad Things all placed #6 in the Amazon US Store.

The Last Guy, her collaboration with Tia Louise, hit #4.

A former high school English teacher, she adores all things Pride and Prejudice, and of course, Mr. Darcy is her ultimate hero.

She’s addicted to frothy coffee beverages, cheesy magnets, and any book featuring unicorns and sword-wielding females. Feel free to stalk her online.

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