New York Times Bestselling author J. Sterling brings readers a tantalizing tale of love and redemption in her newest contemporary romance DEAR HEART, I HATE YOU. Be sure to check out the snippet below, enter the giveaway, and grab your copy of this amazing book today!
About DEAR HEART, I HATE YOU:
I didn’t plan on him.
Or for him.
Or anything that had to do with Cal Donovan from Boston.
Meeting him had been a complete and utter surprise, taking me one hundred percent off guard. I met new people every single day in my line of work and none of them affected me. Wasn’t that the way of things though? You could meet a thousand people and they’d all mean nothing to you. But then you’d meet that one and they suddenly meant everything.
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EXCERPT REVEAL
JULES
POV
I didn’t
plan on him. Or for him.
Or
anything that had to do with Cal Donovan from Boston.
Meeting
him was a surprise, taking me one hundred percent completely off-guard. I met
new people every day in my line of work, and none of them affected me. Wasn’t
that the way of things, though? You could meet a thousand people and none of
them would mean anything to you, but then you’d meet one, and
suddenly they meant everything.
I was a
self-professed workaholic, so everyone in my life knew I didn’t date. It wasn’t
entirely intentional on my part; I just didn’t make men a priority at this
point in my life. But that wasn’t to say that if I met someone who intrigued
me, I wouldn’t give it a shot. Because I absolutely would. But therein lay the
rub—very few guys sparked my interest and managed to hold it.
And that
was perfectly fine with me. Work came first, and I wasn’t about to apologize
for that or feel bad about it. Not even to my ex-boyfriend Brandon, when he
broke up with me over two years ago because I spent too much time at the
office, and he felt I should have been focusing at least a smidgeon of my time
and attention on him.
He had
played the role of the supportive boyfriend at first, telling me how proud he
was of my ambition and accomplishments. But all the while, his resentment
secretly brewed until it exploded from him one night as we sat in his living
room. To say I’d been taken off-guard and shocked by his anger would be an
understatement. I had no idea he’d grown so spiteful.
Brandon
hadn’t been entirely wrong in his frustrations, but even his leaving didn’t
make me want to change my priorities. All I’d felt when he was breaking up with
me, delivering a speech he’d clearly practiced more than once, was a sense of
relief. My heart leaped at the idea of focusing on my career without taking
anyone else’s desires or feelings into consideration. Oh, the freedom I looked
forward to experiencing and the complete absence of guilt.
Yes, that
might sound harsh, but I wanted to build a name for myself in the high-end real
estate market, and I couldn’t do that by dividing my time. Or maybe I could
have. The point was that I didn’t want to, and Brandon reminded me of that.
Besides,
when did making yourself your number one priority become such a horrible thing?
Men focused on their careers all the time, and that was completely acceptable.
But not for a woman; not for me. I learned fairly quickly after the Brandon breakup
that men didn’t like being second on a woman’s priority list. And they seemed
to be intimidated by a motivated female, calling me things like hard to
handle, challenging, and difficult.
The end
result was that being single seemed to work best for me, and I had no plans to
change my relationship status anytime soon.
Then I
met Cal.
And
he fucking ruined everything.
About J. Sterling:
I got fired from my last job.
It's true.
I know you're sitting there thinking, "Jenn, how could anyone in their right mind fire someone like you?" And I'd love to give you a good reason, but the truth is that sometimes being all sorts of awesome isn't fun for other people. They don't always tend to like it. lol
So I picked my pride off the floor, bought a laptop and started writing my first book. And you know what I realized? Writing stories that meant something to me was a million times better than working my ass off for someone who didn't really care about anything other than the bottom line.
My soul has never felt more satisfied.
My heart has never been more full.
I've never worked so hard in my life, but I love every second of it. I truly do.
It is SO worth it.
All of it.
Every moment.
The journey it took to get to this point- I wouldn't change a thing.
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