Guys six feet and over have it made in the dating game Girls? Not so much. Most guys stay far the hell away from tall girls. The ones who don’t? You’re getting the real bottom of the barrel dates: The guy with the height fetish who kept trying to touch my feet. The dude with mommy issues who burst into tears and cried on my shoulder. The alphahole billionaire who needs a whole separate town car for his ego. On first glance (an upward glance because he was TALL!) Greg Svensson seemed perfect. Six-feet-five of solid muscle with washboard abs and a tower with his name on it, Greg was a guy my parents would actually begrudgingly admire. I had our future all planned out. Until he opened his mouth. It was hate at first sight. The only thing we have in common was that we’re both tall. He wears bespoke suits. I wear flats with holes in them. He runs a big shot investment firm. I’m trying to start my own company with only bubble gum and circus peanuts. He likes to show up at my horrible dates and ruin them. I…pretended I hated when he did that but secretly was thrilled even though it was a little young adult fiction. Don’t judge! Six foot tall beggars can’t be choosers. Besides, just because I hate him doesn’t mean I won’t date him! This is a prequel to the new Manhattan Svensson brother series. This enemies-to-lovers romantic comedy complete with all the sexy hotness on a six-foot-five stick, a heroine who is your new best friend, and all the laugh-out-loud moments that will make you choke on your wine!

Yeah, my billionaire boss did it to me in his office twice in one day. I even screamed when it happened. The whole office heard me. No, not that. He fired me. Yep. Beck Svensson fired me right before rent was due and in the middle of a rainstorm. That’s why he’s at the top of my hate list, along with pickles, people who steal other people’s lunches out of the office fridge, and trying to fold a fitted sheet. But you know what? It’s fine—totally fine. It’s freedom! I could do anything! I could start a bakery or farm the mushrooms growing in my soggy apartment carpet. Or I could just show up at the temp office at hate o’clock in the morning for a new assistant job. I hope my new boss will be less of a buzzkill than the last. Except guess who is waiting for me when I show up in the lobby of a swanky office building. That’s right, Mr. Grumpy Boss himself. Beck is appalled that I’m back in his life. Again. I can tell he wants to fire me. Again. Except now he has two little surprise sisters bouncing around him and no one to watch them except yours truly. While I strongly dislike kids and actively hate my boss, I’m willing to abandon my principles for a big paycheck and a hefty expense account. But when Beck needs me to pretend to be the love of his life to keep from losing his sisters, I’m not sure a big windfall is going to cut it. After all, I bake, and I don’t date. Ever. Besides, I hate Beck. No way am I pretending to be his girlfriend. …but I love the little girls. I also love the huge kitchen in Beck’s swanky penthouse that I claim as mine when I move in. And I really love running my hands over his washboard abs and that thing he does with his tongue. Wait! No! I hate it, totally absolutely hate it, right? Right? This is a full-length, enemies-to-lovers romantic comedy, complete with hot, snarly guys with hearts of gold, a heroine who you’ll want to be besties with, and a happily ever after better than a giant slice of chocolate cake! Though this is intended to be a stand-alone book, it does take place after the recently completed Svensson Brothers series.

Beck has a surprise for Tess, and it does not include jello!

Need more Happily Ever After? Need more Manhattan Svensson Brothers? This collection has all of the short stories from the Manhattan Svensson Brothers books! These bonus short stories are all being given away individually to mailing list subscribers. But if you’d like the full collection, look no further! Hate and Short Dates does have an exclusive Greg and Belle bonus story where they get married! List of short stories in the collection: Hate Treats – Beck and Tess Room to Hate – Mike and Phoebe Hate Cake – Liam and Karlie Love and Dates – Carl and Libby Worst Dinner Date – Walker and Anastasia \\Greg and Belle\\ Hateful Desert Dates Newsletter Bonus Short #1 Hate for the Holidays Newsletter Bonus Short #2 Hate Dates & Baby Gates Save the Wedding Date

Bad day at work? Try having someone steal your beloved hotel. Oh, and the new boss is absolutely the worst. Work hard and ye shall be rewarded… Wrong. The Maxine Hotel was supposed to be mine. I invested my meager savings into the upkeep. I slept in a freezing-cold attic like Cinderella but with way more overeating. I dealt with entitled guests and feral children on a daily basis. Then Mike Svensson swaggers in with his billions and his bad attitude, steals the hotel from me, and starts bossing me around like he owns the place. (Which, to be fair, he does, but that’s not the point!) My boss is going down. But he’s harder to get rid of than I thought. Snack-addicted raccoons, angry squatters, and ghosts—nothing seems to faze him. It’s time to bring out the big guns—I have two of them strapped to my chest! Also, my bra is…not in the best shape, so I’m going to upgrade my underwear, then I’m going to make Mike fall so hard in love with me that he’ll give me the hotel. Sounds like a terrible idea? You would be correct. Are you listing a million ways this could go wrong? Yep, me too. But it’s worth a shot, right? After all, big risks mean big rewards, and Mike is huge. Wait, no, not like that! This is a full-length, full-on, balls-to-the-wall (and, er, something else) enemies-to-lovers romantic comedy. If you love hot guys, supersized families, a heroine who stress eats because her life is a complete freaking mess, and a happily ever after better than a pumpkin-spice latte on a cold day, then the Manhattan Svensson brothers are all for you!

Phoebe's moving...but what about Mike?

In my defense, my twin sister is engaged to the love of my life. Ok, so he’s my ex of two weeks, but I have totally been in love with him since we were kids! Guess he wanted the pretty twin. \shrug emoji\ What else is new in my life? They decided to break the news to me in a public place. Probably because they thought it would keep me from losing it. Ha! I am the queen of humiliating experiences. Yelling, “Hey, bitch!” to a girl I thought was my bestie but was just a random stranger? Yup. Spilling a smoothie all down my shirt in front of a hot guy? Check. Awkward jokes at a job interview? Have you even met me? Instead of handling the bad news maturely, I lied that I was totally A-OK with being the maid of honor at those lying cheaters’ upcoming nuptials because I already had a boyfriend, thank you very much. Then I promptly grabbed an unsuspecting handsome billionaire and begged shamelessly for him to pretend to be my boyfriend. He, of course, reacted with horror because my life is so not a romantic comedy. Most humiliating moment ever. Actually, no, scratch that: the worst moment was later that evening, when I got arrested breaking into said billionaire’s office. And since the universe really had it in for me (could also be terrible decision-making skills on my part, but who’s counting), things really took a turn for the worse when the handsome billionaire told me he was willing to make a deal... And be my fake boyfriend. Liam Svensson had a sexy smile, a deep sexy voice, and an even sexier body underneath that custom suit. Saying he was out of my league would be a huge understatement. What did he want? My cupcake. ...Like, literally, my cupcake. One a day. A variety. Not... you know... that. Guys like Liam didn’t like awkward girls like me. Except why was he looking at me like he could cover me in frosting and eat me up? And why did I want to risk it all and say yes? This is a stand-alone, full-length laugh-out-loud romantic comedy, complete with the Queen of Awkward, who will make you feel better about that cringey joke you told at the last company happy hour, a hot guy with a wicked tongue (for jokes and—ahem), and a happily ever after better than a cupcake with extra sprinkles!

Liam's baking a cake...Karlie is unimpressed!

I’m twenty-three years old. I can’t be some billionaire’s ward. Even if he is hot. It’s a bad day when your boyfriend leaves you for someone with boobs and a butt faker than her Instagram pictures. It’s an even worse day when a hot guy in a suit shows up in your bedroom and tells you that you’re his ward. And it’s a complete disaster when your ex sues you and threatens to take your dog. I have no alternatives—I have to throw myself to Carl Svensson’s mercy like a wretched Victorian romance heroine in order to save my dog. I wish all I had to do was lounge around a haunted mansion in a pretty dress. Instead, Carl is forcing me to run outside in the morning, clean my apartment, and finally do something about my credit card debt. Yes, I am side-eyeing all of this. Carl’s in for a shock of his own, though. I’m a free-spirited, art-loving girl with tattoos, multicolored hair, and piercings. Everywhere . \Wink emoji!\ An uptight, suit-wearing investment banker is not going to change me. But it’s a battle of wills that will determine whether he makes me a respectable person or not. Carl is going down! But not down on me…except for that one time… This is a stand-alone, full-length, laugh-out-loud romantic comedy, complete with your new book bestie, a hot guy with a bad attitude and a heart of gold, and a happily ever after better than a glass of wine at eleven a.m.! Get your smelling salts ready, because this book is STEAMY!

Libby has a book launch!

My butt pads are sliding under my shape wear, I had to starve to fit in this dress, and the last place on earth I want to be is on a date with Walker Svensson. Entitled playboy. More money than sense. Abs you could grate cheese on. Damn, I would stab someone for some brie. This is truly the date from hell. Walker is full of himself, somehow has bribed all the wait staff, oh and he showed up to the date with a giant chocolate cake shaped like a raccoon. Don’t get me wrong I like cake as much as the next girl but seriously?!? This is a nice restaurant. Grrrr ! Too bad I can’t throw my drink in his face and walk out. For one, I think the padding in my bra would fall out if I stood up. More importantly, I desperately need Walker to fall in love with me. Yeah, I can’t believe it either, yet here we are, friends. Am I a gold digger? Nope. Just desperate and broke and about to lose my home. ...One I share with more roommates than a grown woman should have along with a pack of ferrets that my client refuses to pick up. The article I plan to write about the whole debacle will launch my writing career. I’ll finally be able to pay off my debts! But I have only ten days to do it. Cue the panic. Now I have to spend time with a man I despise. At least Walker’s hot. Not that I’m ogling his chest when he’s not looking. Or maybe I am. A little bit. Sue me, I shouldn’t drink on an empty stomach. And when he catches me checking him out? Let’s just say it’s not the worst date ever. This is a stand-alone, full-length, laugh-out-loud romantic comedy. Hot guys with adorable little sisters, a dumpster-diving nonna, and a book bestie you can panic-drink with. Lots of STEAM and all the laughter!

A Walker & Ana short

Ever wish you could meet someone again for the very first time and walk right the eff by them? When Greg Svensson crossed my path four years ago, I should have just let him keep on walking … right into the street to get hit by a bus. But I was weak. Not to mention that when you’re a six-foot-tall woman and meet a guy out in the wild who is both taller than you and attracted to you, you make certain allowances. You ignore certain red flags. Greg is poison. Sexy poison, but he’s still the type of bad decision that will leave you on the cold floor of your apartment, consuming your weight in cheese while you wonder what the hell happened. Greg happened. And now he’s stolen my company—the one I built by sheer force of will. I’m demoralized, furious, humiliated. The worst part? Now we have to work together. Him in the office next to mine. His stupid, smug, perfect face on the other side of a glass wall that I swear to God I’m throwing a chair through if he doesn’t stop doing that tapping thing with his fountain pen. Breathe. He thinks he’s won. But I’m going to make sure he regrets meeting me as much as I regret meeting him. Forget stealing his parking space (though his expression is pretty funny). And note to self: definitely forget sleeping with him! No…I’m taking my pound of flesh. Ugh. God, keep your clothes on. Not like that! This is a full-length second-chances romantic comedy with ride-or-die friends, day drinking in the office, bad decisions with a hot ex, and a guaranteed happily ever after! You may want to read The Hate Date, Love, Hate, and Terrible Dates, and The Worst Dates Bring Chocolate Cake before reading this novel.

In which Greg gets more than he bargained for!