Author: C.L. Bond
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Cover Designer: Regina Wamba at Mae I Design and Photography
Models: Nathan Weller and Layla Hill
Photographer: Dark Feather Photog
Interior Design: Allyson Gottlieb, Athena Book Designs
Editor: Stacy Sanford, The Girl with the Red Pen
Expected Release Date: May 17th, 2016
Hosted by: Lady Amber’s PR
When Alexandria Ray’s romance series becomes an overnight sensation, the world and its demands close in on her. After years of struggling to maintain the pace her publisher, agent and the world expects, she needs a break. Enrolling as a student at Columbia University is step one to finding herself again. Finding Arsen Daniel was not on her list.
Arsen Daniel, along with his best friend, built an empire in the form of an exclusive, psychology-based dating service. When an old friend invites him to teach a course at Columbia, he accepts. The course? The Psychology of Love. Sounds simple enough and the publicity alone will make it worth his time.
Arsen didn’t expect to meet his match in the form of a sarcastic blonde, hell bent on holding to her belief that true love doesn’t actually exist. After all, what woman, especially a world-renowned romance writer, doesn’t believe in happily ever after?
Something in Alexandria’s eyes tortures him. She reminds him of someone from his past and that is a very bad thing.
INSTA-HOT and totally addicting! I read it in one sitting, because I just couldn't put it down. This book had me rolling on the floor laughing. C.L. Bond writes some of the most hillarious lines I've ever read in a book, but Inst-Hate had so much more. I cried (real sobbing, sloppy crying), laughed (side stitching laughter) and also got darn right mad (throw your kindle mad). This book had everything and just when I thought I knew where the author was going with the story, she hits me in the head with a 2 by 4, and the most unexpected series of events happen.
Alexandria is a romance author who just doesn't believe in love. I guess with an ex-boyfriend like Ren who cares more about his genitals than anything else, it's easy to see why. In a rut and needing "something" more, Lexie enrolls in a college course with the advice of her BFF Ava, on love no less. She has no idea that this one decision will turn her whole life upside down.
There is so much to the plot, the author has weaved it perfectly and flawlessly, that I can't possibly say more without spoilers. With that being said, I will just leave a few of my favorite quotes and suggest you grab a copy and get ready for an amazing ride.
"Ren's out of the picture. For now. Maybe for good. So are his genitals, thank God."
"Lust was a liar and I couldn't afford to trust that slut."
"Love often disguises itself as hate."
Award-winning author Casey L. Bond resides in Milton, West Virginia with her husband and their two beautiful daughters. When she’s not busy being a domestic goddess and chasing her baby girls, she loves to write young adult and new adult fiction. You can find more information about Bond’s books via the following links:
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“Do you want to grab a seat for a few minutes?” he asked.
I looked around and the place was mostly deserted. “Sure.” We settled in two comfortable padded chairs. “For the record, I don’t want to do any of the things Jillian has planned.”
He smiled. “How else do you plan to prove your point?”
“My point will be easily proven. Love doesn’t exist.” I stared at his lips. The bottom was slightly plumper than the top. His blue dress shirt was rolled to the elbows. And his forearms were toned. Damn it. Why should men have forearms like that? Why? They flexed when he raised his cup to his lips, and then flexed again when he sat it back onto the table.
“Why would any woman want that to be true?” he challenged, one brow arching up.
“I don’t want it to be true, it just is.”
His eyes narrowed and he crossed his arms over his chest. “How do you know? Forget the assignment, forget proving a hypothesis and this damn paper. How do you know? Why do you think that?”
I swallowed. “Because if I’ve ever felt it, I don’t remember it.” His brows furrowed and he parted his lips to say something, but never did. What could anyone say to that?