Hate the Player: An Enemies-to-Lovers Romantic Comedy (The Hollywood Collection Book 3)
<b><i>Amazon Top 11 Bestseller</i><br><br>“Roses are red, violets are blue, stay away from Andrew Watson’s <i>*ahem*</i> because no other women ever do.”</b><br><br>That’s quite the way to start a conversation at a casual lunch, huh? <i>Grilled chicken, French fries, and pelvic-fatigue, oh my!</i><br><br>And that’s not even the worst of it.<br><br>My friend Raquel didn’t pull <i>any</i> punches when she warned me about my brand-new costar and his notoriously player-esque ways. Apparently, my <i>most</i> important mission on my first role in a feature film is to stay immune to his charms.<br><br><i>Are you kidding me?</i> Production costs on this movie are in the hundreds of thousands a day, and staying away from a panty-whispering, vajayjay-charmer is supposed to be at the top of my list? <i>Pfft. Puh-lease.</i><br><br>It doesn’t matter that he’s annoyingly attractive, uber rich, crazy famous, and lusted after by ninety percent of the female population; Andrew Watson is trouble with a capital T—especially for a woman like me.<br><br>As a preventative measure, I’ve decided to go ahead and hate him.<br><br>Don’t worry, you guys, I’m completely in control. There’s absolutely <i>no way</i> I’m going to do something stupid like fall in love with him.<br><br><b>I can hate the player but still secretly love his addictive game.</b><br><br>I’m sure of it.