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LOVE TO HATE YOU ALSO BY PIPPA LANGHORN Sexy Siren Shorts Heat of the Moment AS E.J. KNOX the Sinners of Saint Benedicts Gods & Angels Princes & Wolves Men & Monsters Rivermont Royals Reign Rival Rivermont Royals Reveals Obsess Infatuate Little Nymph Little Nymph Little Secret Immortals of Lionswood Academy Pawn takes Knight Knight take Bishop Princes of Rosewood Hall Prince of Thorns...
LOVE TO HATE YOU ALSO BY PIPPA LANGHORN Sexy Siren Shorts Heat of the Moment AS E.J. KNOX the Sinners of Saint Benedicts Gods & Angels Princes & Wolves Men & Monsters Rivermont Royals Reign Rival Rivermont Royals Reveals Obsess Infatuate Little Nymph Little Nymph Little Secret Immortals of Lionswood Academy Pawn takes Knight Knight take Bishop Princes of Rosewood Hall Prince of Thorns AS SCARLETT KNOX the Vampires of Knightsbridge Monster of Fate Heaven & Hell Chronicles Damned if I do Damned if I don’t Damned if I know AS ELIZABETH STEVENS NEW ADULT/ADULT BOOKS Grace Grayson Security Chaos & the Geek Hawk & the Lady O Lord & the Queen Rollie & the Rocker Tank & the Rebel Loving the Sykes Caden Carter Luther Oscar Ashton MATURE YA/NEW ADULT BOOKS the Trouble with Hate is… Gray’s Blade Being Not Good Popped the Art of Breaking Up Accidentally Perfect Books Accidentally Perfect Perfectly Accidental LOVE TO HATE YOU ELIZABETH STEVENS WRITING AS PIPPA LANGHORN Kinky Siren An imprint of Sleeping Dragon Books Love to Hate You by Pippa Langhorn Print ISBN: 978-1925928297 Digital ISBN: 978-1925928280 Cover art by: Izzie Duffield Copyright 2023 Elizabeth Stevens Worldwide Electronic & Digital Rights Worldwide English Language Print Rights All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced, scanned or distributed in any form, including digital and electronic or mechanical, including photocopying, recording, or by any information storage and retrieval system, without the prior written consent of the Publisher, except for brief quotes for use in reviews. This book is a work of fiction. Characters, names, places and incidents either are the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to any actual persons, living or dead, events, or locales is entirely coincidental. To second chances, In romance. With friends. For genres. N Contents Author’s Note Skye River Skye River Skye River Skye River Skye River Skye River Skye River Skye River Skye River Skye River Skye River Skye Chester University Chasers Thanks My Books About the Author Author’s Note I’ve taken a few liberties with the setting of this book. Chester University and its associated Chester University Senior College is, to my knowledge, an utterly fictional scenario. It is based on combining two things; my vague understanding of the US college system, and the school I went to for my final year which was a Year 11 and 12 high school run at one of Adelaide’s universities that acted as a bridge between high school and uni. I have set Chester University up so it works for what I wanted to do with the plot and am hoping you can suspend any potential disbelief at the cover and join me on what has been one of my favourite books to date. Love to Hate You is a standalone new adult, high school/university/college romance. It features (fr)enemies-to-lovers vibes, and an ex’s teammate who is also a best friend’s little sister. It’s full of alphaholes with secret hearts of gold, sassy women who won’t take their shit, awesome friendships, sibling rivalry, bed sharing for no purpose other than annoying each other, a Seven Minutes of Heaven self-fulfilling prophecy, and a whole lot of forbidden steam. O 1 O Skye As I hurried across the quad, I checked the time on the great big clock on the Lincoln Building. “Shit. Five minutes late,” I muttered to myself, gripping my books tighter, prepared to run if I had to. And I was going to have to. All around me was the bustle of Chester University. Students lounging, playing, relaxing, waltzing carefree to their next class or the café or library, enjoying the rare bit of sun at the beginning of Winter or, like me, desperately trying to make it to their next class on time and wishing they hadn’t picked subjects that were on the opposite ends of the campus. Then something hit me in the back of the head, my arms opened so they could catch me if I fell, my books dropped to the pavement, and I managed to catch myself from tumbling forwards. I closed my eyes and tilted my face to the sun to pray for patience. It was Friday. Just a few more classes until I could pretend that I was going to take a break for the weekend. In my defence, I did have a small break