Title: Hate
to Love You
Author: Elise Alden
Publisher: Carina Press
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Release Date: Jun 02, 2014
Despite my slutty
reputation, I was technically a virgin at eighteen. But it turns out all those
sex-ed teachers aren’t just trying to scare you. The faint positive on the budget
pregnancy test sent me spinning, moments before I was supposed to meet my snooty
sister’s new fiancé.
Shaking hands with
upper-crusty James was like downing a triple shot of vodka. Dizzy with desire,
confused by my body’s reaction, and shocked by the possessiveness flashing in
his eyes, I deceived him that night and told the world at their wedding
reception.
The truth?
I slept with my sister’s
fiancé. Hot and sweaty, all night long in a room so dark he couldn’t tell I
wasn’t her.
The lie?
Said fiancé is the father of
my child. The one I signed over my rights to just before he was born.
That was seven years ago.
It’s time to come clean.
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Prologue
In my experience, telling
the truth very rarely sets you
free; it weighs you down
with an entirely new set of
problems and therefore
should be avoided at all costs.
But my sister Caroline’s
wedding reception and the
booze that went with it
proved a toxic combo, and here
I am seven years later,
still reeling from the repercussions
of opening my mouth.
If you want you can watch me
self-destruct on You-
Tube. “Trash at the Bash”
continues to be very popular,
or so I was told in the
rejection letter from Holborn
Secretarial Services.
Sometimes people ask me why
I did it—why I chose
Caroline and James’s wedding
to divulge my secrets. I
never answer them because
the truth is...
I did it because it felt
good.
Actually, it felt great,
but now I would do anything
to stop my eighteen-year-old
self, hold her down and
sit on her because I’m not
that messed-up girl anymore.
Unfortunately, I’m still
paying the price for her actions.
Revenge is a dish best
served cold? What a load of
crap. My vengeance against
Caroline had been a long
8 hate to love you
time coming but the joy of
it lasted only as long as it
took to finish my speech.
James served his up hot, so
scalding it’s seared into my
heart and will be for as long
as I live. Of course, the
whopper I told alongside the
truth is probably more to
blame for that than anything
else, but I figure there
wouldn’t have been one without
the other. Just saying.
Does my conscience hurt?
Like a son of a bitch.
But coming clean after all
this time would only harm
the person I love the most.
Luckily, I’ve got a plan that
will allow the truth to stay
cozily buried and still get
me what I want.
If it works.
Read more of the Excerpt here:
About the Author:
Who am I?
I proudly admit it. I am a
woman who reads, writes and revels in romance. I’m no teenybopper but I’m young
enough to wear stilettos and notice a pair of muscular thighs. Butterflies make
me happy and I love ruined castles – the more remote the better. I carry my
country’s flag in my backpack in case I get the urge to wave something other
than my finger. People who don’t swear make me nervous and if they also don’t
drink I have been known to hyperventilate. I am unabashedly irreverent and by
extension I excel at profanity.
Recently, I was surrounded
by mid-life crises so I decided to have one of my own: I gave up my office job
to be a stay-at-home-mum, dreamer and writer of romance novels. Notice I did
not say cook, which comes as a relief to my family. I am wife to a man who urged
me to find my passion and has gone beyond the call of duty to allow me to
pursue it. He won’t iron though, but them’s the breaks.
What do I write about?
Flawed people. I love
creating them, giving them conflicts and seeing what they do. I write stories
about imperfect people doing imperfect things, and those who are destined to
love them. Some of my characters are suffering or have suffered. Others are
clueless or abrasive, or sometimes lost. But none are whingers or see
themselves as victims because then I’d have to kill them off.
Warning: In my novels you
won’t find ‘fade to black’ or chaste kisses with the odd, longing look. I write
sizzle-your-socks-off graphic nookie because I revel in reading it. Realistic,
gritty and sometimes funny sex. Passionate, with the vocabulary to match!
As Elise Alden I write
contemporary and historical romances. If you fancy taking a romantic whirl
around space opera or fantasy check out my other self, Sienna Bronwyn.
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