Twisted Hate (Twisted, #3)

by Ana Huang

Nothing good ever came from right-swiping on a guy holding a fish on a dating app. Double red flags if said guy’s name was Todd.

Real.

Only a few things in life were certain: death, taxes, and the fact that Josh Chen and I would never be friends.

Too early in the book to be sayin this girl.

Bed. Singular. As in, there was only one. And I had to share it with Jules Ambrose. Kill me now.

OF COURSE

Part of me was grateful for the interruption, which came right as I was about to do something I would regret. Another, darker part of me wanted to gouge his eyes out for looking at her that way.

#needthat

“Speaking of which, I haven’t seen you with anyone lately. What happened, Joshy? Ran out of women who’ll fall for your bullshit?” “It’s a choice, Red. I can get any girl I want at any time.” “False. You can’t get me.” “I haven’t tried.”

I love whatever this is

But if there was one thing I was sure of, it was that I would never, ever fall in love with Jules Ambrose.

HIGHLY doubt that

Disappointment spiked in my chest at the thought of her leaving before I forced it down. This is just sex, I reminded myself.

Be so fr

“In case it’s not clear, I fucking love you, Jules Ambrose, even when you drive me crazy. Especially when you drive me crazy.”