Book Tour: One Week Hating You by Roya Carmen

Title: One Week Hating You

Author: Roya Carmen

Genre: 2nd Chance Love/Hate Story

Release Date: October 25, 2018
Cover Design: Calico Images

Is it me or is this book hotter and sexier than the previous one?! Or maybe it's just Blake... -- Louise

I really loved this second book, even more than the first. It had me engrossed from the first chapter... I think you have another hit in your series. -- Geneva

I can't put it down. ..one of your best! ... one of the best stories I have read lately. -- Melissa

Maeve is over the moon: life is good and she's about to get married to Peter. But when she loses her job and gets jilted at the altar, her world crumbles and she runs into her momma's arms.

She's back in her small hometown for a week, and she has a plan - make Peter insanely jealous and win him back. Enter Blake Taylor, the boy who broke her heart. She'd rather avoid him at all costs, but with his 'bad boy' good looks and their shared history, Blake is the perfect man for the job, as long as she can stand him long enough - it's just one week, after all.

She'll show Peter that she's not the sweet wallflower he thinks she is, and he'll come running back soon enough.

But when he does, will she still want him?

A second chance love hate story.

4 stars

Review by Lisa Kane

Maeve Gallager is about to walk down the aisle to marry her fiance Peter, the man she's been with for the last seven years. There's only one problem-where is the groom? Turns out Maeve has been left at the altar. But he does send an email a few days later.

I just can't do the whole house and kids thing right now-I just can't. 

You're a very sweet girl, but you're not very adventurous. 

I don't want you to think that I don't love you anymore. I still love you. If you'll still have me without the commitment, without a promise of a white picket fence and kids, I'm still here.

That right there, just about sums up Peter. I wanted to shake Maeve and make her read his message over and over. After seven years, if she is willing to go backwards and have things be casual he'd be willing to try again.

LOSER! Danger Will Robinson!

So Maeve's mom and friends encourage her to go back to her hometown for a short break. She's in between jobs right now and has nothing to stay in town for anyway. She lives in Peter's house.

But does Maeve want to go back there? Ten years ago after her family suffered a heartbreaking tragedy, she got to see her boyfriend Blake Taylor making out with a random chick. That was the last straw. She fled and never looked back. But life didn't stand still back there. Her best friend Mandy, is Blake's sister, and his older brother married her older sister and they have two kids. Their lives are tangled up and Maeve doesn't relish revisiting those memories again.

Let's just say Blake and Maeve meeting again isn't exactly hearts and flowers.

"So, are you still a virgin?" he asks.

"Finally gave it up to him and he dumps you on your wedding day. That must sting."

I can't say I'm warming up to this guy. I'm wondering if he's the jerk he seems to be. With a little encouragement from Maeve's friends, they devise a plan to make Peter see what a fool he was to let her go. She's not boring...look at her having all this fun. Now to find a guy to make Peter jealous...

"So what do I need to do?" he asks. "I can't wait to find out. I'm game for anything." Another wink in my direction.

Operation make Peter regret everything commences. Lots of pics on Instagram and Facebook. The chemistry between Blake and Maeve is still there, but then so are the ghosts of their pasts. Blake is quite the ladies' man and hasn't lacked for female companionship over the years. Why didn't he ever marry? Was there someone special? Peter's taking the bait and has been contacting Maeve trying to get her to give him another chance. A chance for what? A casual relationship, with no commitment?

Things are really getting sticky. Blake and Maeve are full balls to the wall enjoying their sex buddies with no strings attached relationship. Peter is trying to get back into Maeve's life and she's confused. She knows Blake is fine with whatever is going on, and can she really throw away seven years because of one mistake on Peter's part? (I'll answer that question for you...girl you need to run like Forest Gump away from that douchebag!)

Expect lots of confusion, hurt feelings, angst and yeah lots of steamy sex in lots of inappropriate places.

"You and me, we've had it rough," he says. "But now's our time. Our time to be happy."

“It’s complicated,” I try to explain.

“It’s not complicated,” he says. “We were just fucking, I get it. Parker’s the one you’re engaged to.” We’re trudging through his backyard and I’m suddenly taken back to so long ago, when we’d spend hours playing back here. The old tire swing still hangs from the large maple. That old shed is still standing, and so is the old swing set his dad built. His fishing boat sits in its usual spot.

I run after him again, and when I catch up to him, he takes me by surprise when he grabs my arm. “What do you want from me?”

“I…” My heart is pounding so hard. “I… I don’t know. I just want to make sure we’re all right. I don’t want to leave on a bad note.”

He pulls me to him and wraps his hands in my hair. He pulls at it as he draws me in closer, draws me in for a kiss. I get lost in him. I rub the palms of my hands against his neatly trimmed beard, savoring the taste of his mouth. I want him one last time. God, I want him.

He pulls away. “Is this what you wanted?” he asks, breathless. “Is this ending on a good note?”

I bury my hands in his hair and pull him back to me. I melt into him when he kisses me again. He grabs my ass and presses me hard against him. I want him to take me inside. I tear my mouth from his. “Take me to your room,” I beg. “Please.”

He trails a hand under the skirt of my dress, toys with my panties. “Nah…” he says.

My eyes grow wide, and my stomach feels like stone. He’s saying no.

“Nah,” he says. “Beds are for you and Parker. You and I… we just fuck, don’t we. Beds are not for us.” He pulls at the band of my panties, and with one swift pull, he slides them over the curve of my ass. I swallow and close my eyes. I let him do this, right in the middle of his backyard, where anyone can see us. I let him because it feels so good. I throw my head back when he slides his hand over my sex.

That’s when I grab onto his wrist and steady his hand. “We need to stop.”

“Why?” he asks, his voice hoarse. “Afraid Parker might see? Hey, why don’t you snap a pic for your Instagram, or are we not doing that anymore?”

I pull away from him but he’s quick to grab my arm. “Come with me,” he says, his voice soft. He takes my hand and leads me out back, towards the shed. I hike my panties back up with one hand and follow eagerly, not quite sure what he’s up to.

When we reach the shed, he swings the door open and pulls me in. He slams the door behind us, and we find ourselves in almost total darkness. It’s cold and damp. The full moon shines through the windows and gives us a bit of light. The small enclosed space is a mess; tools on one wall, lawnmower, tons of fishing gear, a stack of tires, and a table topped with bottles and cans. There’s barely standing room for the two of us. He spins me around and presses me against the door. It smells of peeling paint and rotten wood.

He presses his hot mouth on my neck. “Is this what you want?”

I throw my head back against his shoulder. “Yes…” I whisper, but it comes out as a moan, a desperate whimper.

“I’m going to give you the best fuck of your life.” He drops to his knees and buries his head under my skirt. He trails soft hot kisses up my legs as he slides my panties slowly down. “When you’re laying with Parker, in your fancy silky sheets, and he can’t make you come, you think about this.” His words melt into the flesh of my ass and my eyes roll into the back of my head.

I step out of my panties, one shaking leg at a time. “Yes…” I breathe.

He comes to a stand again and presses both his hands on either side of my head, holding me hostage. “You promise?”

“I promise.”

He pulls me hard against him, and before I can even think of what’s happening, I’m hiked up against him, and he’s inside me, one hand sliding down my clit. In mere seconds, he makes me come, and I know that he’s right.

I probably won’t ever be able to stop thinking about this. Remembering this. And wanting this.

Roya Carmen is a busy mom, romance writer, designer, bookworm, chocoholic, and hopeless romantic. There’s nothing she enjoys more than making up stories about love, and sharing them with her readers.

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