Hating The Boss | Book Trailer + SNIPPET

I am officially getting old.

Took me about THIRTY minutes to upload a YouTube video and change the thumbnail.

The THUMBNAIL.

Each year somehow I’m losing more and more social media skills, and I may not be able to stop it…(NO, I’m not silently crying. And YES, my eyes are always this glassy)

But old hag-ing aside, I did manage to upload the newest book trailer for book 1 from the Hating Him series AKA Hating The Boss to YouTube.

In case you’re not familiar with Ethan + Kat’s novel (PLEASE SAY IT ISN’T SO), let me help you rectify that right now.

If you like witty bantered, heat-filled, suspense-y Contemporary Romance, this full-length novel will be all you need with its:

✔️ Second chance romance

✔️ Enemies to Lovers heat

✔️ Enough twists and turns to keep you on your toes

And now I’m uploading the trailer here.

Watch Ethan + Kat’s mini-movie from Hating The Boss now.

Snippet from “Hating The Boss | Hating Him Book 1”

KAT

I waited…

And then I felt it. Ethan’s lips had fallen to my forehead, landing there lightly, softer than a whisper across my brow, and when they withdrew, I glanced up, only to find myself staring at Ethan’s retreating back, making a beeline out of my bedroom. He shut the door behind him without another word.

And me? I just lay there, immobile, rejection rendering me speechless as I shut my eyes and willed the welling tears to stay at bay—back in the past, where they’d been at seventeen and stayed.

And then my phone buzzed.

Against my better judgment, I grabbed it quickly, checking the screen, scrolling my way to the text messages. I read the first one that appeared.

Laney:

Hey! You wouldn’t believe my night. Griff is amazingggg. More details to come…I’m stopping by tonight. Keep the door open 😉

I groaned, turning over in my bed. Closing my eyelids for God knew how long, I hugged my pillow, squeezing it tight, trying to fall into a frightful sleep, when several hours later—or minutes, who knew, Laney’s knock on the door woke me, jerking me forward. I swung out of bed, padding my way towards the door.

The hardwood beneath my feet was cold to the touch and as I hugged myself amidst the cold A/C in the air, I felt a chill not just on the floor but in my bones. I ignored it, opening the door without a second thought. When I saw who stood beyond my threshold, I realized that I needed that second thought.

Ethan was scowling in my doorway. His breath felt hurried, hot, and even from this distance, I could feel it on my face. His harsh expels. His rough intakes. And when he looked at me, it was if he were a wild animal, unleashed from his prison of a cage.

Clothes half-hanging on, his collar undone, he stared at me as if he were incapable of doing anything else. His tie was conspicuously missing, and his cufflinks winked at me from where they dangled, barely attached to his large wrists.

He was unhinged. Literally. 

I should have been afraid. I should have turned him away. Instead, I just stood there, staring. I blew out a breath, sighing. “Fuck me.”

Ethan’s brown eyes flashed. “Yes, ma’am.”

He came in… and kicked the door closed behind him.