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Maybe Not: A Novella (2) (Maybe Someday)
Colleen Hoover, the #1 New York Times bestselling author of It Starts with Us, It Ends with Us, and Maybe Someday brilliantly brings to life the story of the hilarious and charismatic Warren in this novella.
When Warren has the opportunity to live with a female roommate, he instantly agrees. It could be an exciting change.
Or maybe not.
Especially when that roommate is the cold and seemingly calculating Bridgette. Tensions run high and tempers flare as the two can hardly stand to be in the same room together. But Warren has a theory about Bridgette: anyone who can hate with that much passion should also have the capability to love with that much passion. And he wants to be the one to test this theory.
Will Bridgette find it in herself to warm her heart to Warren and finally learn to love?
Maybe.
Maybe not.
When Warren has the opportunity to live with a female roommate, he instantly agrees. It could be an exciting change.
Or maybe not.
Especially when that roommate is the cold and seemingly calculating Bridgette. Tensions run high and tempers flare as the two can hardly stand to be in the same room together. But Warren has a theory about Bridgette: anyone who can hate with that much passion should also have the capability to love with that much passion. And he wants to be the one to test this theory.
Will Bridgette find it in herself to warm her heart to Warren and finally learn to love?
Maybe.
Maybe not.
Readers Top Reviews
BeccaJenavive Luj
I really enjoyed this quick read. Truthfully, I liked Warren and Bridgette's romance better than Sydney and Ridge's. It just felt more raw, honest, and it was definitely sexier. Or perhaps I'm still upset that Maggie got hurt by Sydney and Ridge's actions.
CoHo does it again! Really easy read and if you liked Maybe Someday, this is a fun prequel. However, I gave it 4 stars because the ending was a bit abrupt for me and was expecting more.
Mary BeccaJenav
There are 3 in the series. This is the second one. This series will keep you reading until you finish. Sure wish theyβd make them into a movie.
Amber (@ambersboo
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." If you read the first book youβll know who Warren and Bridgette are. In this short novella which is the second in the Maybe series, youβll find out a little more about Warren and Bridgette and it was like the story you didnβt know you needed after finishing the first book. I loved Warren for the funny a-hole that he is, this book made me laugh out loud because of some of the things he does. We finally figure out why Bridgette is such a b**** and Iβm glad for that because in the end I liked her too. This short novella, I think fans of CoHo will like because in typical CoHo fashion there is a crap ton of steam in this one too. Absolutely read this one after you read Maybe Someday!
Short Excerpt Teaser
Chapter One Chapter One
I'm convinced that hell has an intercom system and the buzz of my alarm clock is played at full volume on repeat against the screams of all the lost souls.
Which is why I'll never murder anyone, because there's no way I can live with this sound for eternity. I can't even live with it for five seconds.
I reach over and stop the alarm, dreading another day at work. I hate that I have to keep this shitty barista job just to pay for school. At least Ridge lets my sporadic rent checks slide in exchange for my managing his band. It works for now, but God, I hate mornings.
I stretch my arms, bring my hands to my eyes, and begin rubbing the sleep out of them. When my fingers meet my eyes, for a split second I think maybe my worst fears have come true and I'm actually burning in hell, because SHIT! Motherfucker! I'm going to kill him!
"Ridge!" I scream.
Oh, God. It burns.
I stand up and attempt to open my eyes, but they're stinging too badly for them to be of any use. It's the oldest prank in the book, and I can't believe I fell for it. Again.
I can't find my shorts-God, it hurts so bad-so I stumble my way to the bathroom in order to wash the pepper juice from my eyes and hands. I find the doorknob and swing the door open, rushing straight to the sink. I'm pretty sure I hear a girl screaming, but that very well could be me screaming.
I cup my hands beneath the stream of water and bring them up to my eyes, rinsing them over and over until the burn starts to subside. Once my eyes begin to feel relief, my shoulder starts to ache from the repeated blows being delivered to it.
"Get out, you pervert!"
I'm awake enough now to know that I actually did hear a girl screaming, and now that girl is hitting me. In my bathroom.
I grab a hand towel and press it to my eyes while I shield her punches with my elbow.
"I was peeing, you sick bastard! Get out!"
Shit, she hits hard. I still can't really see her, but I can recognize fists when they're flying at me. I grab both of her wrists to keep her from assaulting me even more.
"Stop hitting me!" I yell.
The bathroom door that leads to the living room swings open and my left eye is working enough that I can tell Brennan is standing there. "What the hell is going on?" He walks toward us and removes my hands from her wrists and then stands between us. I bring the towel back to my eyes and squeeze them shut.
"He barged in on me while I was peeing!" the girl yells. "And he's naked!"
I open one eye and glance down. I am, in fact, completely naked.
"Jesus, Warren. Put on some clothes," Brennan says.
"How was I supposed to know I'd be attacked in my own bathroom?" I say, pointing at her. "Why the hell is she using my bathroom, anyway? Your guests can use your bathroom."
Brennan immediately holds up two defensive palms. "She didn't spend the night with me."
"Gross," the girl mutters.
I don't know why Ridge thought it would be a good idea to rent a four-bedroom apartment. Even though one of the bedrooms is empty, that's still two people too many. Especially when guests spend the night and don't know about the designated bathrooms.
"Look," I say, pushing both of them toward the door that leads to the living room. "This is my bathroom and I'd like to use it. I don't care where she slept or who she slept with; she can use your bathroom. This one's mine."
Brennan holds up a finger and turns to face me. "Actually," he says, "this is a shared bathroom. With that bedroom." He points to the door that leads to the other bedroom. "And that bedroom now belongs toβ¦" He points to the girl. "Bridgette. Your new roommate."
I pause.
Why did he just call her my roommate?
"What do you mean, roommate? No one asked me if I wanted a new roommate."
Brennan shrugs. "You rarely pay rent, Warren. You don't really have a say in who lives here."
He knows I don't pay rent because I help manage their band, but Ridge does take on the brunt of the financial expenses. He makes a good point, unfortunately.
This isn't good. I can't share a bathroom with a girl. Especially a girl with tha...
I'm convinced that hell has an intercom system and the buzz of my alarm clock is played at full volume on repeat against the screams of all the lost souls.
Which is why I'll never murder anyone, because there's no way I can live with this sound for eternity. I can't even live with it for five seconds.
I reach over and stop the alarm, dreading another day at work. I hate that I have to keep this shitty barista job just to pay for school. At least Ridge lets my sporadic rent checks slide in exchange for my managing his band. It works for now, but God, I hate mornings.
I stretch my arms, bring my hands to my eyes, and begin rubbing the sleep out of them. When my fingers meet my eyes, for a split second I think maybe my worst fears have come true and I'm actually burning in hell, because SHIT! Motherfucker! I'm going to kill him!
"Ridge!" I scream.
Oh, God. It burns.
I stand up and attempt to open my eyes, but they're stinging too badly for them to be of any use. It's the oldest prank in the book, and I can't believe I fell for it. Again.
I can't find my shorts-God, it hurts so bad-so I stumble my way to the bathroom in order to wash the pepper juice from my eyes and hands. I find the doorknob and swing the door open, rushing straight to the sink. I'm pretty sure I hear a girl screaming, but that very well could be me screaming.
I cup my hands beneath the stream of water and bring them up to my eyes, rinsing them over and over until the burn starts to subside. Once my eyes begin to feel relief, my shoulder starts to ache from the repeated blows being delivered to it.
"Get out, you pervert!"
I'm awake enough now to know that I actually did hear a girl screaming, and now that girl is hitting me. In my bathroom.
I grab a hand towel and press it to my eyes while I shield her punches with my elbow.
"I was peeing, you sick bastard! Get out!"
Shit, she hits hard. I still can't really see her, but I can recognize fists when they're flying at me. I grab both of her wrists to keep her from assaulting me even more.
"Stop hitting me!" I yell.
The bathroom door that leads to the living room swings open and my left eye is working enough that I can tell Brennan is standing there. "What the hell is going on?" He walks toward us and removes my hands from her wrists and then stands between us. I bring the towel back to my eyes and squeeze them shut.
"He barged in on me while I was peeing!" the girl yells. "And he's naked!"
I open one eye and glance down. I am, in fact, completely naked.
"Jesus, Warren. Put on some clothes," Brennan says.
"How was I supposed to know I'd be attacked in my own bathroom?" I say, pointing at her. "Why the hell is she using my bathroom, anyway? Your guests can use your bathroom."
Brennan immediately holds up two defensive palms. "She didn't spend the night with me."
"Gross," the girl mutters.
I don't know why Ridge thought it would be a good idea to rent a four-bedroom apartment. Even though one of the bedrooms is empty, that's still two people too many. Especially when guests spend the night and don't know about the designated bathrooms.
"Look," I say, pushing both of them toward the door that leads to the living room. "This is my bathroom and I'd like to use it. I don't care where she slept or who she slept with; she can use your bathroom. This one's mine."
Brennan holds up a finger and turns to face me. "Actually," he says, "this is a shared bathroom. With that bedroom." He points to the door that leads to the other bedroom. "And that bedroom now belongs toβ¦" He points to the girl. "Bridgette. Your new roommate."
I pause.
Why did he just call her my roommate?
"What do you mean, roommate? No one asked me if I wanted a new roommate."
Brennan shrugs. "You rarely pay rent, Warren. You don't really have a say in who lives here."
He knows I don't pay rent because I help manage their band, but Ridge does take on the brunt of the financial expenses. He makes a good point, unfortunately.
This isn't good. I can't share a bathroom with a girl. Especially a girl with tha...
