Laura hated his every move, his every breath and Chris hated Laura with every fiber in his body. So how is it that they find themselves in a heated passionate twist of lust every time they argued? Was this raging fire within them both just a taste of what drives them both towards each other with such madness? Can love really spring up from the depths of hate? There's only one way to find out...by reading this book. I know a lot of you are reading this book and thank you for that but there is a more recent updated version of this book posted on my profile as "Hating You Sweetly (New Edit)" It has a few different scenes. The characters are also a bit more defined, if that makes sense.

For the most part Dava's led a happy life. She had everything that she needed; a loving family, a good home and her romance books. She was saved by the man that she now calls father at the age of five and grew up lacking for nothing. She was the quiet, shy type in school and stayed in the background for the most part and her simple life should have been enough. For the most part, it was. She was even satisfied with the way her life was heading until over night, her happy and simple life gets turned upside down. She walks into school and suddenly his intense gaze is focused solely on her. Adam, the Alpha's son, scented her the moment that she walked in the door. When Dava walked by him, she smelt so sweet that she was all he could think about for the rest of the day. It was then that he knew he had to have her. One way or the other, he would find a way to make her his mate. There was one small problem, Adam's father, the reigning Alpha is Dava's true sacred mate. He was already mated to Adam's mother when she came into the picture at only five years of age. Rafe decided then and there that he would keep his distance and watch her from afar. But now that his own son has stated his claim, can he sit idly by and watch him bond with the one person in this life that was meant for only him?

My name is Molly, and I am a walking apocalypse. Death on two legs. Life on the streets of Cheshire makes you hard, but it never prepared me for this. It all started when I stole something, nothing more than a pretty trinket that caught my eye (I didn't say I was honest). Later I find out it's a carrier of black magic. A deadly spell that will end life as we know it. I have days to get it across the world and into the right hands. And only minutes before the men chasing me finally catch up.