HATE TO LOVE HIM! Blog Tour
Today we have the blog tour for J. Saman’s HATE TO LOVE HIM! Check it out and be sure to grab your copy today!
Title: HATE TO LOVE HIM
Author: J. Saman
Genre: Contemporary Romance
About Hate To Love Him:
A gorgeous, brooding rock god. An unstoppable chemistry we fight to ignore. Desperate passion I want indelibly inked on my soul. Jobless and financially destitute, I have no choice but to see this tour through. Even with my boss hating my guts. A fact he goes out of his way to prove every chance he gets. Lucky for me, the best part of Jasper Diamond is his daughter. But being the nanny on the road with one of the world’s biggest rock bands poses more challenges than I was expecting – including falling for the elusive front man. But with the world chasing after us, how long can we hide what others are determined to exploit? They say there is a thin line between love and hate. That all good things must come to an end. Set on a collision course, nothing could have prepared us for this. Or for what fate has in store for us.
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Title: Hate To Love Him
About Love To Hate Her:
A rare moment of weakness. A burning desire impossible to deny. Forbidden words I should never have spoken. Seven years ago, I confessed my darkest secret to my brother’s girlfriend. When she broke up with him and walked out of our lives, she took my secret with her. But, with my band set to go on tour around the world, I have a problem. I need a nanny for my autistic daughter. And unfortunately, Viola Starr, my brother’s ex, is the perfect fit. Now, there is no escaping her. Or our past. Especially when my brother seems determined to win her back. Five months and she’ll be out of my life again. Five months of ignoring lingering, heated glances. The fire she draws out of me. The way she loves my daughter. Five months… And my world is about to come crashing down around me.Read Book 1 Today!
Excerpt:
Love to Hate Her – Excerpt 2. Copyright – J. Saman 2020
I make it outside, the heavy door slamming behind me. Warm, stale air brushes across my tacky skin, doing nothing to comfort or bring me clarity. I’m a mess of a woman as useless tears cling to my lashes.
“You’re leaving already?” Jasper’s voice catches me off guard, and I start. Why did he bother following me? “You just got here.”
“Yes,” I reply, twisting around to face the green eyes that have been fucking with my head since I caught them ten minutes ago. “You can’t be surprised.”
“He loves you. He’s just lost in this life, ya know?” I shake my head at him. Jasper takes a long step in my direction, wanting to get closer and yet hesitant to. “So that’s it? You just walk away from him?”
“What do you want, Jasper? You can’t honestly tell me you’re disappointed to be rid of me.”
“I see we’re at the zero-fucks-left-to-give portion of the evening.”
I shrug. That just about sums it up.
His eyes, filled with anger, indecision, and frustration, bounce all around, the street, the lights of the neighboring storefronts, the crowd still dispersing from the show, everywhere but at me. I can’t stand this any longer, so I turn away and start to walk out into the Los Angeles night, away from the arena where Wild Minds–the band and the boys I’ve loved my whole life–just performed.
“It’s yours,” Jasper calls out, and I’m so confused by his hasty words that I freeze, turning back to him. His expression is completely exposed. Utterly vulnerable. And he’s staring straight at me. Directly into my eyes in a way he hasn’t dared since we were fourteen. My heart picks up a few extra beats, my breath held firmly in my chest. God, this man is so intense, I feel him in my fingernails.
“What is?” I finally ask when he doesn’t follow that up.
“The album,” he answers slowly, reluctantly, like it pains him to confess this, his darkest secret. “Every song on it is yours. All of them, I wrote about you.”
I stand here, lost in space as I grasp just what he’s saying. What it means, as random lyrics from random songs on their album flitter through my head. Song after song filled with the most achingly beautiful poetry.
“Jasper?” I whisper, my hand over my chest because I’m positive my heart never beat like this before.
But he is already at the door, having confessed his sins without waiting for absolution.
“Why did you tell me?” I yell after him, praying he’ll stop. Needing him to explain this to me. Why did you tell me, Jasper? Why did you pick this moment to ruin me?
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