“Roses are red, violets are blue, stay away from Andrew Watson’s *ahem* because no other women ever do.”
That’s quite the way to start a conversation at a casual lunch, huh? Grilled chicken, French fries, and pelvic-fatigue, oh my!
And that’s not even the worst of it.
My friend Raquel didn’t pull any punches when she warned me about my brand-new costar and his notoriously player-esque ways. Apparently, my most important mission on my first role in a feature film is to stay immune to his charms.
Are you kidding me? Production costs on this movie are in the hundreds of thousands a day, and staying away from a panty-whispering, vajayjay-charmer is supposed to be at the top of my list? Pfft. Puh-lease.
It doesn’t matter that he’s annoyingly attractive, uber rich, crazy famous, and lusted after by ninety percent of the female population; Andrew Watson is trouble with a capital T—especially for a woman like me.
As a preventative measure, I’ve decided to go ahead and hate him.
Don’t worry, you guys, I’m completely in control. There’s absolutely no way I’m going to do something stupid like fall in love with him.
I can hate the player but still secretly love his addictive game.
I’m sure of it.
4 Heart Review by Ashley
I swear every time I read a book from Max Monroe I'm left with the giggles and swoons and Hate the Player was no exception. This enemies-to-lovers rom-com was full of humor and heat.
I absolutely adored Birdie. She was sassy and stubborn. Talented and kind. And so out of her element when it came to Andrew that she didn't know what to make of him from one minute to the next. That man was too charming for his own good, he knew it and he used it to his advantage. Not only to rile Birdie but also to help her focus. He knew exactly which buttons to push to coax the performance he knew she could give.
There was so much sexual frustration you could cut it with a spoon. I was waiting to see just what it would take to tip them over the edge and, let me tell you, it was well worth the wait. But it was Andrew's kindness that did me in. I even got a little weepy right along with Birdie at the overwhelming sweetness of some of the things he did for her. It wasn't long before the hate turned lust morphed into something else. Add fears and pride to the mix and things got complicated fast. It left Birdie and Andrew wondering what just happened.
Now, Hate the Player wouldn't be a true Max Monroe rom-com without a few key cameos. The ones here were perfectly timed to give Andrew and Birdie just the nudge they needed to get out of their own way. And that ending...Hollywood couldn't have written a better HEA if they tried.
About the Author
A duo of romance authors team up under the New York Times and USA Today Bestselling pseudonym Max Monroe to bring you sexy, laugh-out-loud reads.
Max Monroe is the New York Times and USA Today Bestselling author of more than ten contemporary romance titles. Favorite writing partners and long time friends, Max and Monroe strive to live and write all the fun, sexy swoon so often missing from their Facebook newsfeed. Sarcastic by nature, their two writing souls feel like they’ve found their other half. This is their most favorite adventure thus far.
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