Book : Loathe To Love You - Hazelwood, Ali

-Titulo Original : Loathe To Love You

-Fabricante :

Berkley

-Descripcion Original:

An Instant New York Times Bestseller! From the New York Times bestselling author of The Love Hypothesis comes a collection of steamy, STEMinist novellas featuring a trio of engineers and their loves in loathing-with a special bonus chapter! Under One Roof An environmental engineer discovers that scientists should never cohabitate when she finds herself stuck with the roommate from hell-a detestable big-oil lawyer who won’t leave the thermostat alone. Stuck with You A civil engineer and her nemesis take their rivalry-and love-to the next level when they get stuck in a New York elevator. Below Zero A NASA aerospace engineers frozen heart melts as she lies injured and stranded at a remote Arctic research station and the only person willing to undertake the dangerous rescue mission is her longtime rival. Review Praise for Ali Hazelwood “Hazelwood is an absolute romance powerhouse.”-New York Times bestselling author Christina Lauren “Hazelwood proves that she is the perfect writer to show that science is sexy as hell.”-#1 New York Times bestselling author Jodi Picoult “Gloriously nerdy and sexy, with on-point commentary about women in STEM.”-New York Times bestselling author Helen Hoang on Love on the Brain “Funny, sexy and smart, Ali Hazelwood did a terrific job with The Love Hypothesis.”-New York Times bestselling author Mariana Zapata “STEMinists, assemble. Your world is about to be rocked.”-New York Times bestselling author Elena Armas on Love on the Brain About the Author Ali Hazelwood is the New York Times bestselling author of The Love Hypothesis, as well as a writer of peer-reviewed articles about brain science, in which no one makes out and the ever after is not always happy. Originally from Italy, she lived in Germany and Japan before moving to the US to pursue a PhD in neuroscience. She recently became a professor, which absolutely terrifies her. When Ali is not at work, she can be found running, eating cake pops, or watching sci-fi movies with her two feline overlords (and her slightly-less-feline husband). Excerpt. © Reprinted by permission. All rights reserved. One Six months ago Frankly, They get on like a house on fire is the most misleading saying in the English language. Faulty wiring? Misuse of heating equipment? Suspected arson? Not evocative of two people getting along in the least. You know what a house on fire has me picturing? Bazookas. Flamethrowers. Sirens in the distance. Because nothing is more guaranteed to start a house fire than two enemies blowtorching each others most prized possession. Want to trigger an explosion? Being nice to your roommate is not going to do it. Lighting a match on top of their kerosene-soaked handmade quilt, on the other hand- Miss? The Uber driver turns, looking guilty about interrupting my pre-apocalyptic spiel. Just a heads-up-were about five minutes from your destination. I smile an apologetic Thank you and glance back at my phone. My two best friends faces take up the entire screen. Then, on the upper corner theres me: more frowny than usual (well justified), more pasty than usual (is that even possible?), more ginger than usual (must be the filter, right?). Thats a totally fair take, Mara, Sadie says with a puzzled expression, and I encourage you to submit your, um, very valid complaints to Madame Merriam-Webster or whoevers in charge of these matters, but . . . I literally only asked you how the funeral went. Yes, Mara-howd-funeral-go-? The quality on Hannahs end of the call is pitiful, but thats business as usual. This, I suppose, is what happens when you meet your best friends in grad school: One minute youre happy as a clam, clutching your shiny brand-new engineering diploma, giggling your way through a fifth round of Midori sours. The next youre in tears, because youre all going separate ways. FaceTime becomes as necessary as oxygen. There are zero neon-green cocktails in sight. Your slightly derang