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Do people say they hate someone’s guts so that they can still fall stupidly, head-over-heels in love with the other parts? Asking for a friend. Taming Hollywood’s Baddest Boy, an all-new laugh-out-loud standalone romantic comedy from New York Times bestselling author Max Monroe, is available now! Okay, fine . I’m not asking for a friend. I’m asking for me —and I’m begging you to tell me that the practice of falling in love with your should-be-enemy is common. Please tell me that I’m not the only person to track down a guy— who used to be Hollywood’s baddest bad boy before he left LA for good —at his off-the-grid cabin in Alaska, show up unannounced, and find him gloriously naked. This probably happens all the time… right ? Tell me I’m not alone in my stupidity—that I’m not the only woman who would fall for gorgeous blue eyes and a sexy devilish smirk, even if they belong to a broody, mysterious jerk. Please. Please. Please . Tell me I’m not alone in this. For the love of everything...

Do people say they hate someone’s guts so that they can still fall stupidly, head-over-heels in love with the other parts? Asking for a friend. Taming Hollywood’s Baddest Boy, an all-new hilarious enemies to lovers standalone from New York Times bestselling author Max Monroe, is available now! Okay, fine . I’m not asking for a friend. I’m asking for me —and I’m begging you to tell me that the practice of falling in love with your should-be-enemy is common. Please tell me that I’m not the only person to track down a guy— who used to be Hollywood’s baddest bad boy before he left LA for good —at his off-the-grid cabin in Alaska, show up unannounced, and find him gloriously naked. This probably happens all the time… right ? Tell me I’m not alone in my stupidity—that I’m not the only woman who would fall for gorgeous blue eyes and a sexy devilish smirk, even if they belong to a broody, mysterious jerk. Please. Please. Please . Tell me I’m not alone in this. For the love of everything, I...

Do people say they hate someone’s guts so that they can still fall stupidly, head-over-heels in love with the other parts? Asking for a friend. Taming Hollywood’s Baddest Boy, an all-new steamy laugh-out-loud romantic comedy standalone from New York Times bestselling author Max Monroe, is coming March 12th and we have the dreamy cover! Okay, fine . I’m not asking for a friend. I’m asking for me —and I’m begging you to tell me that the practice of falling in love with your should-be-enemy is common. Please tell me that I’m not the only person to track down a guy— who used to be Hollywood’s baddest bad boy before he left LA for good —at his off-the-grid cabin in Alaska, show up unannounced, and find him gloriously naked. This probably happens all the time… right ? Tell me I’m not alone in my stupidity—that I’m not the only woman who would fall for gorgeous blue eyes and a sexy devilish smirk, even if they belong to a broody, mysterious jerk. Please. Please. Please . Tell me I’m not a...