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"Let's make it more interesting. No cease fires. No raising the white flag. First one who can no longer stand the other moves out." Finding suitable apartments in New York is a nightmare, and there's not a single one out there more perfect for me than the one I'm in. He pounces on my hesitation, sensing it like a shark would blood in the water. "Unless you're too scared, that is." I scoff. "You're trying to goad me into a ridiculous bet? What are you, thirteen?" "I'm the person that has a playlist with your name on it and willing to blow out my speakers playing it. If you win, you'll never see me again. What do you have to lose?" My apartment. My beloved, perfect safe space. But he's grinning at me like he's already won, and it'll be a cold day in hell before I ever let this asshole think he's pulled the wool over my eyes. "Fine." I get the sense I just made a huge mistake, but there's no way I'm going back now. "What are the ground rules?" +++ Lola Bennett, skilled artist and notorious maneater, goes through men like candy. After getting what she wants, she lets the door hit them on the way out of her Manhattan apartment, never to speak to them again. That's the way it goes. At least it did, until she clashes with the only man she can't shake off: her next door neighbor, who is more than willing to go toe to toe with her. +++ If you're sick of cliche books about innocent, flowery girls who clutch their pearls when people swear, and bad boys who inexplicably fall in love with the heroine at first sight, please give this book a chance! This is an enemies to lovers story that will scratch that itch you have for comedy, romance, and a heck of a lot of banter. Who says the protagonist can't be the player?
Chapter 1: Don't Hookup with Consultants
