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Swoon-worthy Justin Banks is FINALLY HERE in

RoomHate by Penelope Ward!

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Blurb

From New York Times Bestselling Author, Penelope Ward, comes a new standalone novel.

Sharing a summer house with a hot-as-hell roommate should be a dream come true, right?

Not when it’s Justin…the only person I’d ever loved…who now hates me.

When my grandmother died and left me half of the house on Aquidneck Island, there was a catch: the other half would go to the boy she helped raise.

The same boy who turned into the teenager whose heart I broke years ago.

The same teenager who’s now a man with a hard body and a hardass personality to match.

I hadn’t seen him in years, and now we’re living together because neither one of us is willing to give up the house.

The worst part? He didn’t come alone.

I’d soon realize there’s a thin line between love and hate. I could see through that smug smile. Beneath it all…the boy is still there. So is our connection.

The problem is…now that I can’t have Justin, I’ve never wanted him more.

Author's note – RoomHate is a full-length standalone novel. Due to strong language and sexual content, this book is not intended for readers under the age of 18.

My 5 star review

Penelope is a storyteller, a brilliant mind, a minstrel of sorts. she tells stories of far off places, imaginary fiction inside her brain- and it comes out as sounds, letters, words, sentences, pages, stories that are ultimately a fantastic work of fiction. And RoomHate is absolutely no different.

I'd put it on its own pedestal- the legs being made of the strongest wood, like teak or oak- so that it never splinters, it never falls. It deserves to be up there because the writing is absolutely flawless. I'd make the seat out of granite- the strongest rock- pulled from the earth, unique and full of bright, shiny quartz.

Authors- take note- this is how you write a story. A good story has a beginning, middle and end. The beginning- the first chapters; hooks you pulls you in- wants to make you read on, to read more. And this does that.

"He used to write songs for me."

“That’s what you’re good at, isn’t it?” a deep voice I hardly recognized interrupted me from behind.

“What’s that?” I asked, swallowing nervously and refusing to turn around to look at him.

“Leaving,” he said louder. “That’s what you’re good at.”

Then the middle- has to be conflicts, steam, banter, etc. and guess what? This book has a crap ton of that!!! I was absolutely in love with all of the middle parts-

“Do you always hang around the house in just a bra now? If so, we’re gonna have a problem.”

“I’m feeling good. You were amazing last night.” “That’s what they always say.” He winked. Rolling my eyes, I said, “Thank you again.”

Justin was the perfect hero. Sure of himself, but not cocky- alpha but just enough, softie at heart- and definitely wears his heart on his sleeve.

“I was just down at the dock. I bought her some shellfish.”

"Amelia! Roger is here. He brought you some snatch,” Justin yelled.

Great."

And Amelia was even better. Downright divine diva. She was independent but not afraid to ask for help, loyal, honest. And she not afraid to handle her business, and grow as an adult

“Amelia.”

“Yes?”

“You look beautiful.”

I shrugged my shoulders. “I tried.” Even though I brushed his compliment off, I hadn’t felt beautiful until that moment. Now my heart was beating a mile a minute."

And of course there's the end. Flawless to a tee and can I say? That epilogue though. I'm in L-O-V-E with everything. From Amelia to Justin- and everyone in between. The sweet music that these two made was that from the heavens. It takes them forever to see what's clear to an outsider looking in. They were meant to be- and not one obstacle will keep them apart.

Bravo Penelope- job well done!!

RoomHate Excerpt

His eyes darted to the side, and he noticed me standing there. We just stared at each other. It was ironic, but the only times I could ever feel the remnants of our old connection were in fleeting moments of silent eye contact. Sometimes moments of silence spoke the loudest.

I left him alone again, making my way back down the hall and into the restaurant to tend to the customers I’d been ignoring.

Things really started to get busy. Without Jade working tonight, we were short-staffed, and I was having a hard time keeping up with the orders. Sandy’s had indoor and outdoor seating. Normally, I would only be working one section, but tonight I was going back and forth between the two.

It was nice out, so I knew they would have Justin performing outside. I kept glancing over to the small stage to see if he was there. It was past eight, and he hadn’t made an appearance yet.

Sometime close to eight-thirty, I was in the middle of serving a large party of ten when I first heard it: the chilling sound of a soulful voice that was not familiar in the least. He gave no introduction. No warning. He just started to sing out the first few words, followed by the strum of his guitar. The song that Justin had chosen to start with was a cover of Ain’t No Sunshine by Bill Withers.

The entire room soon quieted down, and all eyes were on the stunning blond male specimen with the spotlight shining down on him. Despite the fact that I was carrying a large round tray of dirty dishes, I couldn’t move. The vibration of his thick, smoky singing voice had completely paralyzed me, penetrating my body and soul.

Aside from the lone teardrop that fell the night he lost it on me during steak dinner, I hadn’t shed any more tears—until now. It was all too much. Hearing how different his voice sounded, how he’d trained it over the years, was a wake-up call as to how much I had missed. All of the hours of practice that must have gone into honing that beautiful voice, and I wasn’t there for any of it. The guilt, the emotions, the reality of a decade gone…everything started to pummel me at once. Not to mention the song—about a girl leaving. It probably had nothing to do with me, but in my mind, it sure as hell felt like it did.

About the Author:

Penelope Ward

Penelope Ward is a New York Times, USA Today and Wall Street Journal Bestselling author. She grew up in Boston with five older brothers and spent most of her twenties as a television news anchor, before switching to a more family-friendly career. She is the proud mother of a beautiful 11-year-old girl with autism and a 9-year-old boy. Penelope and her family reside in Rhode Island.