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Loathe to Love You
An Instant New York Times Bestseller!
From the New York Times bestselling author of The Love Hypothesis comes a collection of steamy, STEMinist novellas featuring a trio of engineers and their loves in loathing-with a special bonus chapter!
Under One Roof
An environmental engineer discovers that scientists should never cohabitate when she finds herself stuck with the roommate from hell-a detestable big-oil lawyer who won't leave the thermostat alone.
Stuck with You
A civil engineer and her nemesis take their rivalry-and love-to the next level when they get stuck in a New York elevator.
Below Zero
A NASA aerospace engineer's frozen heart melts as she lies injured and stranded at a remote Arctic research station and the only person willing to undertake the dangerous rescue mission is her longtime rival.
From the New York Times bestselling author of The Love Hypothesis comes a collection of steamy, STEMinist novellas featuring a trio of engineers and their loves in loathing-with a special bonus chapter!
Under One Roof
An environmental engineer discovers that scientists should never cohabitate when she finds herself stuck with the roommate from hell-a detestable big-oil lawyer who won't leave the thermostat alone.
Stuck with You
A civil engineer and her nemesis take their rivalry-and love-to the next level when they get stuck in a New York elevator.
Below Zero
A NASA aerospace engineer's frozen heart melts as she lies injured and stranded at a remote Arctic research station and the only person willing to undertake the dangerous rescue mission is her longtime rival.
Editorial Reviews
Praise for Ali Hazelwood
"Hazelwood is an absolute romance powerhouse."-New York Times bestselling author Christina Lauren
"Hazelwood proves that she is the perfect writer to show that science is sexy as hell."-#1 New York Times bestselling author Jodi Picoult
"Gloriously nerdy and sexy, with on-point commentary about women in STEM."-New York Times bestselling author Helen Hoang on Love on the Brain
"Funny, sexy and smart, Ali Hazelwood did a terrific job with The Love Hypothesis."-New York Times bestselling author Mariana Zapata
"STEMinists, assemble. Your world is about to be rocked."-New York Times bestselling author Elena Armas on Love on the Brain
"Hazelwood is an absolute romance powerhouse."-New York Times bestselling author Christina Lauren
"Hazelwood proves that she is the perfect writer to show that science is sexy as hell."-#1 New York Times bestselling author Jodi Picoult
"Gloriously nerdy and sexy, with on-point commentary about women in STEM."-New York Times bestselling author Helen Hoang on Love on the Brain
"Funny, sexy and smart, Ali Hazelwood did a terrific job with The Love Hypothesis."-New York Times bestselling author Mariana Zapata
"STEMinists, assemble. Your world is about to be rocked."-New York Times bestselling author Elena Armas on Love on the Brain
Readers Top Reviews
N. Royalton, OH MomS
This book includes three novella stories : Under One Roof - When Mara Floyd's mentor, Helena Harding passed away, she left her half of the D.C. house she owned to her. The other half was owned by Helena's brother, who left it to his kids when he died. The youngest, Liam Harding bought his siblings out and currently lives in the house. Liam is a lawyer who works for FGP Corp, a fossil fuel company, which is everything Mara is against as an environmental scientist. Let's just say that when they first meet, it's not all roses. Mara decides to stay put until she has enough money to move out. As time goes by the more time these two spend living together, the more they both realize that they really enjoy the other's company. The attraction keeps at a slow boil until it finally bubbles over just before Mara is going to move out and these two explode! Let's just say that they find their happy ending! Stuck With You - Sadie Grantham is a female civil engineer and works for GreenFrame, a company that values things like sustainability, environmental protection, economic viability and efficiency. Sadie also is very superstitious and when she goes to the local coffee shop to get her croissant before her big pitch, they are all gone. It just so happens that the guy that Sadie calls Corporate Thor just got the last one. He also works for a rival company. When "Thor" gives Sadie his croissant, she is very thankful and they end up sitting and talking for a while. Surprisingly, Erik "Thor" Nowak and Sadie have many things in common and soon start dating. When Sadie loses her big pitch job, she quickly realizes that Erik is to blame so she ends up ghosting him. Imagine her surprise when a few weeks later she gets stuck in an elevator, late at night, with Erik. Erik has no idea what caused Sadie to flee but he tries to find out. Over the course of time they are stuck, Erik and Sadie start to realize what had actually happened. They finally give in to their feelings and find their sweet happy ending. Below Zero - Ian Floyd and Hannah Arroyo have a love/hate relationship. Hannah wants to go to Norway for a dangerous research project and Ian is doing whatever he can to make that not happen. When Hannah finds a way to go, she jumps at the chance. The weather is impossible, but Hannah insists on doing the experiment. Of course Hannah gets in trouble, thinks she is going to die and who shows up to help her.....Ian.....all the way from the US! Ian has feelings for Hannah but she doesn't do relationships and he doesn't do just hookups. It doesn't take long for Hannah to realize that maybe she does want a relationship with Ian and he gladly jumps in to finally find their happy every after.
Rlane
Under One Roof: Liam and Mara inherit the same house, and neither is willing to budge on dividing it so they end up living together. Opposites loath each other Liam’s employed by big oil, and Mara’s an environmentalist, but there’s more to that story. Their bickering over little things like who stole the creamer made me laugh. Of course, as they get to know each other they find out their assumptions may not have been correct and there’s more than a spark of attraction. Sexy dreaming, and lots of wanting from afar. This was a slow-burn-to-scorcher kind of romance. 4 Stars Stuck with You: Sadie spent a day with Erik, and they had an immediate connection that ended in a steamy, lust filled night that she thought would lead into something profound and lasting. However, the next day Sadie hears things about Erik and her heart crashes. Fast forward three weeks and it’s her worst nightmare: she’s stuck in the elevator with him. I was a little disappointed with the way Sadie jumped to conclusions after hearing what her boss said and didn’t even check with Erik to get his side of the story. A lot of heartache could’ve been avoided. I did love their initial meetup and the immediate, intense attraction between them. This is a romance, so I knew they’d eventually get everything sorted. 3.5 Stars Below Zero: Five years ago, Hannah and Ian had an immediate connection, enamored with each both physically and professionally. They spend an afternoon debugging code, with the attraction between them brewing, which leads to a hot and lusty encounter! Hannah won’t agree to anything but a physical relationship, so they go their separate ways. I had to shake my head at Hannah. They meet again when Hannah gets her dream job at NASA where Ian works, but it’s not smooth sailing as Hannah thinks that Ian has sabotaged her project. However, it’s Ian who comes for her when she’s trapped in an icy crevasse, waiting for death. Loved this steamy second chance romance! Ian had my heart from the beginning and I could understand why Hannah had her walls up. 4 Stars I enjoyed all three of the STEMinist novellas! I listened to them last year when they were released as audios only but did a re-read when they came out in this new bundled book, Loathe to Love You, and I think I liked them even more the second time around. They had just right amount of spice, very hot stuff, but not too much, and they were a lot of fun! I thought for the short number of pages the characters were well developed and I was invested in each of their HEAs. There’s even an extra bonus chapter at the end, a nice epilogue for all three couples.
Amber
This book is three different books. Each book is unique and cute! I love the author's writing style and how each story unfolds.
Jill Robison
I cannot get enough of Ali Hazelwood! These 3 novellas took me all of two days to finish and that's only because I tried to pace myself. I enjoyed the nerdy humor, simply written love stories, and the bonus chapter at the end!
Short Excerpt Teaser
One
Six months ago
Frankly, "They get on like a house on fire" is the most misleading saying in the English language. Faulty wiring? Misuse of heating equipment? Suspected arson? Not evocative of two people getting along in the least. You know what a house on fire has me picturing? Bazookas. Flamethrowers. Sirens in the distance. Because nothing is more guaranteed to start a house fire than two enemies blowtorching each other's most prized possession. Want to trigger an explosion? Being nice to your roommate is not going to do it. Lighting a match on top of their kerosene-soaked handmade quilt, on the other hand-"
"Miss?" The Uber driver turns, looking guilty about interrupting my pre-apocalyptic spiel. "Just a heads-up-we're about five minutes from your destination."
I smile an apologetic Thank you and glance back at my phone. My two best friends' faces take up the entire screen. Then, on the upper corner there's me: more frowny than usual (well justified), more pasty than usual (is that even possible?), more ginger than usual (must be the filter, right?).
"That's a totally fair take, Mara," Sadie says with a puzzled expression, "and I encourage you to submit your, um, very valid complaints to Madame Merriam-Webster or whoever's in charge of these matters, but . . . I literally only asked you how the funeral went."
"Yes, Mara-how'd-funeral-go-?" The quality on Hannah's end of the call is pitiful, but that's business as usual.
This, I suppose, is what happens when you meet your best friends in grad school: One minute you're happy as a clam, clutching your shiny brand-new engineering diploma, giggling your way through a fifth round of Midori sours. The next you're in tears, because you're all going separate ways. FaceTime becomes as necessary as oxygen. There are zero neon-green cocktails in sight. Your slightly deranged monologues don't happen in the privacy of the apartment you share, but in the semipublic backseat of an Uber, while you're on your way to have a very, very weird conversation.
See, that's the thing I hate the most about adulting: at some point, one has to start doing it. Sadie is designing fancy eco-sustainable buildings in New York City. Hannah is freezing her butt off at some Arctic research station NASA put up in Norway. And as for me . . .
I'm here. Moving to D.C. to start my dream job-scientist at the Environmental Protection Agency. On paper, I should be over the moon. But paper burns so fast. As fast as houses on fire.
"Helena's funeral was . . . interesting." I lean back against the seat. "I guess that's the upside of knowing that you're about to die. You get to bully people a bit. Tell them that if they don't play 'Karma Chameleon' while lowering your casket your ghost will haunt their progeny for generations."
"I'm just glad you were able to be with her in the last few days," Sadie says.
I smile wistfully. "She was the worst till the very end. She cheated in our last chess game. As if she wouldn't have beaten me anyway." I miss her. An inordinate amount. Helena Harding, my Ph.D. advisor and mentor for the past eight years, was family in a way my cold, distant blood relatives never cared to be. But she was also elderly, in a lot of pain, and, as she liked to put it, eager to move on to bigger projects.
"It was so lovely of her to leave you her D.C. house," Hannah says. She must have moved to a better fjord, because I can actually make out her words. "Now you'll have a place to be, no matter what."
It's true. It's all true, and I am immensely grateful. Helena's gift was as generous as it was unexpected, easily the kindest thing anyone has ever done for me. But the reading of the will was a week ago, and there's something I haven't had a chance to tell my friends. Something closely related to houses on fire. "About that . . ."
"Uh-oh." Two sets of brows furrow. "What happened?"
"It's . . . complicated."
"I love complicated," Sadie says. "Is it also dramatic? Let me go get tissues."
"Not sure yet." I take a fortifying breath. "The house Helena left me, as it turns out, she didn't really . . . own it."
"What?" Sadie aborts the tissue mission to frown at me.
"Well, she did own it. But only a little. Only . . . half."
"And who owns the other half?" Trust Hannah to zoom in on the crux of the problem.
"Originally, Helena's brother, who died and left it to his kids. Then the youngest son bought out the others, and now he's the sole owner. Well, with me." I clear my throat. "His name is Liam. Liam Harding. He's a lawyer in his early thirties. And he currently lives in the house. Alone."
Sadie's eyes widen. "Holy shit. Did Helena know?"
"I have no clue. You'd assume, bu...
Six months ago
Frankly, "They get on like a house on fire" is the most misleading saying in the English language. Faulty wiring? Misuse of heating equipment? Suspected arson? Not evocative of two people getting along in the least. You know what a house on fire has me picturing? Bazookas. Flamethrowers. Sirens in the distance. Because nothing is more guaranteed to start a house fire than two enemies blowtorching each other's most prized possession. Want to trigger an explosion? Being nice to your roommate is not going to do it. Lighting a match on top of their kerosene-soaked handmade quilt, on the other hand-"
"Miss?" The Uber driver turns, looking guilty about interrupting my pre-apocalyptic spiel. "Just a heads-up-we're about five minutes from your destination."
I smile an apologetic Thank you and glance back at my phone. My two best friends' faces take up the entire screen. Then, on the upper corner there's me: more frowny than usual (well justified), more pasty than usual (is that even possible?), more ginger than usual (must be the filter, right?).
"That's a totally fair take, Mara," Sadie says with a puzzled expression, "and I encourage you to submit your, um, very valid complaints to Madame Merriam-Webster or whoever's in charge of these matters, but . . . I literally only asked you how the funeral went."
"Yes, Mara-how'd-funeral-go-?" The quality on Hannah's end of the call is pitiful, but that's business as usual.
This, I suppose, is what happens when you meet your best friends in grad school: One minute you're happy as a clam, clutching your shiny brand-new engineering diploma, giggling your way through a fifth round of Midori sours. The next you're in tears, because you're all going separate ways. FaceTime becomes as necessary as oxygen. There are zero neon-green cocktails in sight. Your slightly deranged monologues don't happen in the privacy of the apartment you share, but in the semipublic backseat of an Uber, while you're on your way to have a very, very weird conversation.
See, that's the thing I hate the most about adulting: at some point, one has to start doing it. Sadie is designing fancy eco-sustainable buildings in New York City. Hannah is freezing her butt off at some Arctic research station NASA put up in Norway. And as for me . . .
I'm here. Moving to D.C. to start my dream job-scientist at the Environmental Protection Agency. On paper, I should be over the moon. But paper burns so fast. As fast as houses on fire.
"Helena's funeral was . . . interesting." I lean back against the seat. "I guess that's the upside of knowing that you're about to die. You get to bully people a bit. Tell them that if they don't play 'Karma Chameleon' while lowering your casket your ghost will haunt their progeny for generations."
"I'm just glad you were able to be with her in the last few days," Sadie says.
I smile wistfully. "She was the worst till the very end. She cheated in our last chess game. As if she wouldn't have beaten me anyway." I miss her. An inordinate amount. Helena Harding, my Ph.D. advisor and mentor for the past eight years, was family in a way my cold, distant blood relatives never cared to be. But she was also elderly, in a lot of pain, and, as she liked to put it, eager to move on to bigger projects.
"It was so lovely of her to leave you her D.C. house," Hannah says. She must have moved to a better fjord, because I can actually make out her words. "Now you'll have a place to be, no matter what."
It's true. It's all true, and I am immensely grateful. Helena's gift was as generous as it was unexpected, easily the kindest thing anyone has ever done for me. But the reading of the will was a week ago, and there's something I haven't had a chance to tell my friends. Something closely related to houses on fire. "About that . . ."
"Uh-oh." Two sets of brows furrow. "What happened?"
"It's . . . complicated."
"I love complicated," Sadie says. "Is it also dramatic? Let me go get tissues."
"Not sure yet." I take a fortifying breath. "The house Helena left me, as it turns out, she didn't really . . . own it."
"What?" Sadie aborts the tissue mission to frown at me.
"Well, she did own it. But only a little. Only . . . half."
"And who owns the other half?" Trust Hannah to zoom in on the crux of the problem.
"Originally, Helena's brother, who died and left it to his kids. Then the youngest son bought out the others, and now he's the sole owner. Well, with me." I clear my throat. "His name is Liam. Liam Harding. He's a lawyer in his early thirties. And he currently lives in the house. Alone."
Sadie's eyes widen. "Holy shit. Did Helena know?"
"I have no clue. You'd assume, bu...
