Sneak Peek – Hate Notes by Vi Keeland and Penelope Ward

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HATE NOTES, an all-new sexy standalone romance from New York Times bestselling authors, Vi Keeland and Penelope Ward, is coming November 6th!

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It all started with a mysterious blue note sewn into a wedding dress.

Something blue.

I’d gone to sell my own unworn bridal gown at a vintage clothing store. That’s when I found another bride’s β€œsomething old.”

Stitched into the lining of a fabulously feathered design was the loveliest message I’d ever read: Thank you for making all of my dreams come true.

The name embossed on the blue stationery: Reed Eastwood, obviously the most romantic man who ever lived. I also discovered he’s the most gorgeous. If only my true-love fantasies had stopped there. Because I’ve since found out something else about Mr. Starry-Eyed.

He’s arrogant, cynical, and demanding. I should know. Thanks to a twist of fate, he’s my new boss. But that’s not going to stop me from discovering the story behind his last love letter. A love letter that did not result in a happily ever after.

But that story is nothing compared to the one unfolding between us. It’s getting hotter, sweeter, and more surprising than anything I could have imagined.

Something new.

But I have no idea how this one is going to end . . .

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Excerpt

Grabbing my laptop, I searched my history and called up the last website I’d visited.

πΈπ‘Žπ‘ π‘‘π‘€π‘œπ‘œπ‘‘ π‘ƒπ‘Ÿπ‘œπ‘π‘’π‘Ÿπ‘‘π‘–π‘’π‘  𝑖𝑠 π‘œπ‘›π‘’ π‘œπ‘“ π‘‘β„Žπ‘’ π‘™π‘Žπ‘Ÿπ‘”π‘’π‘ π‘‘ 𝑖𝑛𝑑𝑒𝑝𝑒𝑛𝑑𝑒𝑛𝑑 π‘π‘Ÿπ‘œπ‘˜π‘’π‘Ÿπ‘Žπ‘”π‘’ π‘“π‘–π‘Ÿπ‘šπ‘  𝑖𝑛 π‘‘β„Žπ‘’ π‘€π‘œπ‘Ÿπ‘™π‘‘. π‘Šπ‘’ π‘π‘œπ‘›π‘›π‘’π‘π‘‘ π‘‘β„Žπ‘’ π‘šπ‘œπ‘ π‘‘ π‘π‘Ÿπ‘’π‘ π‘‘π‘–π‘”π‘–π‘œπ‘’π‘  π‘Žπ‘›π‘‘ 𝑒π‘₯𝑐𝑙𝑒𝑠𝑖𝑣𝑒 π‘π‘Ÿπ‘œπ‘π‘’π‘Ÿπ‘‘π‘–π‘’π‘  π‘€π‘–π‘‘β„Ž π‘žπ‘’π‘Žπ‘™π‘–π‘“π‘–π‘’π‘‘ π‘π‘’π‘¦π‘’π‘Ÿπ‘ , π‘Žπ‘ π‘ π‘’π‘Ÿπ‘–π‘›π‘” π‘‘β„Žπ‘’ π‘’π‘‘π‘šπ‘œπ‘ π‘‘ π‘π‘Ÿπ‘–π‘£π‘Žπ‘π‘¦ π‘“π‘œπ‘Ÿ π‘π‘œπ‘‘β„Ž π‘π‘Žπ‘Ÿπ‘‘π‘–π‘’π‘ . π‘Šβ„Žπ‘’π‘‘β„Žπ‘’π‘Ÿ π‘¦π‘œπ‘’β€™π‘Ÿπ‘’ 𝑖𝑛 π‘‘β„Žπ‘’ π‘šπ‘Žπ‘Ÿπ‘˜π‘’π‘‘ π‘“π‘œπ‘Ÿ π‘Ž 𝑙𝑒π‘₯π‘’π‘Ÿπ‘¦ 𝑁𝑒𝑀 π‘Œπ‘œπ‘Ÿπ‘˜ 𝐢𝑖𝑑𝑦 π‘π‘’π‘›π‘‘β„Žπ‘œπ‘’π‘ π‘’ π‘€π‘–π‘‘β„Ž π‘Ž 𝑣𝑖𝑒𝑀 π‘œπ‘“ π‘‘β„Žπ‘’ π‘π‘Žπ‘Ÿπ‘˜, π‘Ž π‘€π‘Žπ‘‘π‘’π‘Ÿπ‘“π‘Ÿπ‘œπ‘›π‘‘ π»π‘Žπ‘šπ‘π‘‘π‘œπ‘› π‘’π‘ π‘‘π‘Žπ‘‘π‘’, π‘œπ‘Ÿ π‘Žπ‘› π‘’π‘›π‘β„Žπ‘Žπ‘›π‘‘π‘–π‘›π‘” π‘β„Žπ‘Žπ‘‘π‘’π‘Žπ‘’ π‘’π‘ π‘π‘Žπ‘π‘’ 𝑖𝑛 π‘‘β„Žπ‘’ π‘šπ‘œπ‘’π‘›π‘‘π‘Žπ‘–π‘›π‘ , π‘œπ‘Ÿ π‘¦π‘œπ‘’β€™π‘Ÿπ‘’ π‘Ÿπ‘’π‘Žπ‘‘π‘¦ π‘“π‘œπ‘Ÿ π‘¦π‘œπ‘’π‘Ÿ π‘œπ‘€π‘› π‘π‘Ÿπ‘–π‘£π‘Žπ‘‘π‘’ π‘–π‘ π‘™π‘Žπ‘›π‘‘, πΈπ‘Žπ‘ π‘‘π‘€π‘œπ‘œπ‘‘ 𝑖𝑠 π‘€β„Žπ‘’π‘Ÿπ‘’ π‘¦π‘œπ‘’π‘Ÿ π‘‘π‘Ÿπ‘’π‘Žπ‘šπ‘  𝑏𝑒𝑔𝑖𝑛

There was a link to search properties, so I typed in the name of the place the woman had mentioned in the voice mail: π‘€π‘–π‘™π‘™π‘’π‘›π‘›π‘–π‘’π‘š π‘‡π‘œπ‘€π‘’π‘Ÿ. Sure enough, the penthouse popped up for sale. For only twelve million dollars, I could own an apartment on Columbus Avenue with sweeping views of Central Park. 𝐿𝑒𝑑 π‘šπ‘’ π‘€π‘Ÿπ‘–π‘‘π‘’ π‘¦π‘œπ‘’ π‘Ž π‘β„Žπ‘’π‘π‘˜.

After drooling through a video and two dozen photos, I clicked on the button to make an appointment to view the property. An application popped up, the top of which read:
πΉπ‘œπ‘Ÿ π‘‘β„Žπ‘’ π‘π‘Ÿπ‘–π‘£π‘Žπ‘π‘¦ π‘Žπ‘›π‘‘ π‘ π‘Žπ‘“π‘’π‘‘π‘¦ π‘œπ‘“ π‘œπ‘’π‘Ÿ π‘ π‘’π‘™π‘™π‘’π‘Ÿπ‘ , π‘Žπ‘™π‘™ π‘π‘Ÿπ‘œπ‘ π‘π‘’π‘π‘‘π‘–π‘£π‘’ π‘π‘’π‘¦π‘’π‘Ÿπ‘  π‘Žπ‘Ÿπ‘’ π‘Ÿπ‘’π‘žπ‘’π‘–π‘Ÿπ‘’π‘‘ π‘‘π‘œ π‘π‘œπ‘šπ‘π‘™π‘’π‘‘π‘’ π‘Žπ‘› π‘Žπ‘π‘π‘™π‘–π‘π‘Žπ‘‘π‘–π‘œπ‘› π‘‘π‘œ 𝑣𝑖𝑒𝑀 π‘π‘Ÿπ‘œπ‘π‘’π‘Ÿπ‘‘π‘–π‘’π‘ . 𝑂𝑛𝑙𝑦 π‘π‘’π‘¦π‘’π‘Ÿπ‘  π‘‘β„Žπ‘Žπ‘‘ π‘šπ‘’π‘’π‘‘ π‘œπ‘’π‘Ÿ π‘ π‘‘π‘Ÿπ‘–π‘›π‘”π‘’π‘›π‘‘ π‘π‘Ÿπ‘’π‘žπ‘’π‘Žπ‘™π‘–π‘“π‘–π‘π‘Žπ‘‘π‘–π‘œπ‘› π‘π‘Ÿπ‘–π‘‘π‘’π‘Ÿπ‘–π‘Ž 𝑀𝑖𝑙𝑙 𝑏𝑒 π‘π‘œπ‘›π‘‘π‘Žπ‘π‘‘π‘’π‘‘.

I snorted. Great π‘π‘Ÿπ‘’π‘žπ‘’π‘Žπ‘™π‘–π‘“π‘–π‘π‘Žπ‘‘π‘–π‘œπ‘› π‘π‘Ÿπ‘–π‘‘π‘’π‘Ÿπ‘–π‘Ž π‘¦π‘œπ‘’ β„Žπ‘Žπ‘£π‘’ π‘‘β„Žπ‘’π‘Ÿπ‘’, πΈπ‘Žπ‘ π‘‘π‘€π‘œπ‘œπ‘‘. I wasn’t sure I had enough money to take the train uptown to get to that swanky place, much less buy it. God knows what I’d written that had qualified me.

I closed the website and was just about to shut my laptop and go back to bed again when I decided to take one more peek at Mr. Romantic on Facebook.

God, he was gorgeous.

What if . . .

𝐼 π‘ β„Žπ‘œπ‘’π‘™π‘‘π‘›β€™π‘‘.

No good ever came out of ideas formulated while drunk.

𝐼 π‘π‘œπ‘’π‘™π‘‘π‘›β€™π‘‘.

But…

That face…

And that note…

π‘†π‘œ π‘Ÿπ‘œπ‘šπ‘Žπ‘›π‘‘π‘–π‘. π‘†π‘œ π‘π‘’π‘Žπ‘’π‘‘π‘–π‘“π‘’π‘™.

Plus . . . I’d never seen the inside of a twelve-million-dollar penthouse.

𝐼 π‘Ÿπ‘’π‘Žπ‘™π‘™π‘¦ π‘ β„Žπ‘œπ‘’π‘™π‘‘π‘›β€™π‘‘.

Then again . . . I’d spent the last two years doing everything I π‘ β„Žπ‘œπ‘’π‘™π‘‘ do. And where had that gotten me?

Right here. It’d gotten me right damn hereβ€”hungover and unemployed, sitting in this crappy apartment. Maybe it was time I did the things I shouldn’t be doing for a change. I picked up my phone and let my finger hover over the β€œCall Back” button for a while.

π‘†π‘π‘Ÿπ‘’π‘€ 𝑖𝑑.

No one would ever know. It could be funβ€”getting all dressed up and playing the part of a rich Upper West Sider while satisfying my curiosity about the man. What harm was there?

None that I could think of. 𝑆𝑑𝑖𝑙𝑙, π‘¦π‘œπ‘’ π‘˜π‘›π‘œπ‘€ π‘€β„Žπ‘Žπ‘‘ π‘‘β„Žπ‘’π‘¦ π‘ π‘Žπ‘¦ π‘Žπ‘π‘œπ‘’π‘‘ π‘π‘’π‘Ÿπ‘–π‘œπ‘ π‘–π‘‘π‘¦ . . .

I pressed β€œCall Back.”

β€œHi. This is Charlotte Darling calling to confirm an appointment with Reed Eastwood . . .”

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About the Authors

Penelope Ward

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Penelope Ward is a New York Times, USA Today, and #1 Wall Street Journal bestselling author of contemporary romance.

She grew up in Boston with five older brothers and spent most of her twenties as a television news anchor. Penelope resides in Rhode Island with her husband, son, and beautiful daughter with autism.

With over one-point-five million books sold, she is a twenty-time New York Times bestseller and the author of over twenty novels.

 

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About Vi Keeland

Vi Keeland is a #1Β New York Times,Β #1Β Wall Street Journal,Β andΒ USA TodayΒ Bestselling author. With millions of books sold, her titles have appeared in over ninety Bestseller lists and are currently translated in twenty languages. She resides in New York with her husband and their three children where she is living out her own happily ever after with the boy she met at age six.

 

 

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