THE FIRST RULE OF THE HATE ZONE: YOU DO NOT TALK ABOUT THE HATE ZONE ♥ JANUARY MADISON: My life has turned into a three-ring circus. My ex is tweeting for attention, my bodyguard is a psycho, the internet wants to burn me at the stake, and my dad is turning into a helicopter parent on steroids. So when I meet my new driver Enrique, I revert back to my reality show persona. And inadvertently start a prank war with him. I want to say I'm winning, but he's a master of strategy with his sly games and miles of muscles to distract me. I've never met anyone as infuriating as Enrique Precio. So why do I feel like I’m falling for him? ♥ ENRIQUE PRECIO: There are three things I've learned about socialite January Madison: 1: She's the most spoilt woman I've ever known 2: She's gorgeous and isn't afraid to use it to her advantage 3: Sometimes she looks at me like I'm the first donut after a 7-day juice detox What I don't want to learn is why my whole body reacts to her sparring like I just guzzled five shots of espresso, or why I'm starting to get a little too much pleasure from her smart alec jabs. And when she exposes the tiniest crack in her facade, I'm beginning to see there's more to this poor little rich girl than meets the eye. ♥ Sizzling hate to love chemistry ♥ Red hot banter ♥ Rogue chickens Fall in love with the Precio Brothers within the pages of this hilarious romantic comedy, book one in the new series by USA Today Bestselling author, Gigi Blume. \*The Hate Zone is a closed-door romantic comedy with mild language, steamy kisses, and sexy innuendo without the graphic content. \\Formerly published as Baby You Can Drive My Car in the USA Today Bestseller, Love Laughter and Happily Ever After, The Hate Zone is now triple the size, triple the laughs, and triple the sexy banter.

A brother's best friend romantic comedy 𝐃𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐫é𝐞 I do 𝘯𝘰𝘵 have a crush on Mateo Precio. All my life, I’ve known him as the neighborhood boy who rode bikes with my brother all summer. The kid who’d come over to play video games for hours. The guy who only saw me as his best friend’s punky little sister. But now I’ve grown out of pigtails and he’s looking at me like I’m a snack. Mateo is so, so wrong for me. ▪Tattooed bad boy. ▪Groupie magnet. ▪Broody rocker And last night… he accidentally kissed me. I need to stay away from Mateo Precio. Far, far away. Which isn't easy—since he lives next door. 𝐌𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐨 Riiiight. That kiss was no accident.