5 SMOOCHES!
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SYNOPSIS:
“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 co-star 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.
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REVIEW:
A Max Monroe romantic comedy is a real good time. Alternating between fanning myself, swooning and howling with laughter, this author duo has given me hours of entertainment. Hate the Player is their latest romcom, and it is one heck of a wild ride.
I absolutely loved Andrew and Birdie together. They were fire and gasoline from the start. Birdie, a country superstar, was making her Hollywood acting debut. Andrew, a Hollywood heartthrob, was her leading man. I loved Birdie—she was genuine and real, a firecracker with a backbone. She was well informed about Andrew’s notorious playboy ways, and not wanting to be the next notch on his bedpost, she just decided that she’d treat him as her enemy right from the start. Andrew’s favorite pastime was to rile Birdie up, and each of their encounters was more fiery than the last. Their banter was an addictive form of foreplay, and I just couldn’t get enough of Birdie and Andrew. The more they fought, the harder they fell, and I loved how much Andrew grew and changed as the story progressed.
Hate the Player was a fun, flirty and fiery enemies-to-lovers romcom. Witty repartee and sizzling chemistry fuel the build-up of Andrew and Birdie’s relationship, and I spent the day with my Kindle in hand devouring this unputdownable story! Five smooches from me for Hate the Player by Max Monroe!
~Danielle Palumbo
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