Blog Tour, Excerpt & Giveaway:
Like You Hate Me
By Bethany Winters
I’ve never hated anyone as much as I hate him.
The day my sister died, I told her best friend I never wanted to see him again, and I meant it.
I lost her because of him. Everything I used to care about means nothing now because of him.
It’s all because of him.
So when he shows up on my driveway two years later and tells me he’s moving in with me for his freshman year of college, I kick his ass and tell him to disappear. For good this time.
But I already know the defiant little brat’s not gonna listen. He never does.
Being near him again makes me crazy. I’m supposed to be the college basketball star my father raised me to be, but now I’m focused on a new game. I’m obsessed with watching him, touching him, breaking him. His body, his head, his heart, anything I can get my hands on…
I’m gonna take it all until he’s got nothing left.
And even though he knows exactly what I’m doing to him, he’s gonna let me do it anyway.
“Did I give you this?” he asks, still thumbing that same spot on my jaw.
I nod once, and a hint of a smirk touches his lips.
He likes that.
He’s still holding me in place, but he’s not hurting me anymore. Somehow this is worse, especially when I see the flash of amusement in his eyes, like he knows exactly what I’m thinking right now.
It’s never mattered how hard I try to hide it. He’s always been able to see me for what I am.
Broken. Pathetic. Gay.
My dick is hard for him, and I know he can feel it through our clothes. My breath quickens when he pushes his thigh between my legs, his mouth lowering until it’s just an inch away from mine, giving me a taste of something I’ll never have.
“You want more?” he whispers.
More scars or more…him?
Whatever it is, I’ll take it.
When I nod, he keeps hold of my face and slowly wedges his free hand down between us, boldly palming my cock through my jeans. He strokes me through the material, and a shocked sound leaves my throat before I can stop it, my hips automatically bucking into his.
“Fuck,” I breathe against his lips. “Fuck—”
Something happens then, and he turns to stone against me. His head pulls back and he stares at my mouth, down at the fallen cup next to my feet, then back up to my face, his jaw locked as he studies every inch of me. I blink at him in confusion, my brows lowering at the sudden return of his anger. Not that it ever left, but this feels different. He looks like he’s in pain, his light brown eyes glassing up as he searches mine.
“What…” he trails off.
My eyes start to water too, the realization of what he’s thinking carving off yet another piece of my broken heart.
“What was in that drink?”
“Fuck you, Xavi,” he spits out, his nostrils flaring as he backs away from me. “Fuck you.”
“Yeah,” I whisper to myself, closing my eyes so I don’t have to watch him walk away. “Fuck me.”
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Bethany Winters is a Romance author based in the UK.
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