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  An Enemies to Lovers Romance Collection

  Copyright © 2019

  Jamie Knight –

  Your Dirty Little Secret Romance Author

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  This romance collection contains I Hate You, Move In; I Hate You, Remember, Me; I Hate You, Propose & I Hate You, Marry Me. All are standalone full-length novels in the Hate You series, which can be read alone and in any order but are best enjoyed together!

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  Table of Contents

  I Hate You, Move In

  An Enemies to Lovers Accidental Roommate Romance

  Chapter One

  Tina

  Chapter Two

  Tina

  Chapter Three

  Seth

  Chapter Four

  Seth

  Chapter Five

  Tina

  Chapter Six

  Tina

  Chapter Seven

  Seth

  Chapter Eight

  Tina

  Chapter Nine

  Tina

  Chapter Ten

  Seth

  Chapter Eleven

  Tina

  Chapter Twelve

  Seth

  Chapter Thirteen

  Tina

  Chapter Fourteen

  Seth

  Chapter Fifteen

  Seth

  Chapter Sixteen

  Tina

  Chapter Seventeen

  Seth

  Chapter Eighteen

  Tina

  Chapter Nineteen

  Seth

  Chapter Twenty

  Tina

  Chapter Twenty-One

  Seth

  Chapter Twenty-Two

  Tina

  Chapter Twenty-Three

  Tina

  Epilogue

  Seth

  Extended Epilogue

  Tina

  I Hate You, Remember Me

  An Enemies to Lovers Amnesia Romance

  Chapter One

  Devon

  Chapter Two

  Devon

  Chapter Three

  Devon

  Chapter Four

  Devon

  Chapter Five

  Devon

  Chapter Six

  Cassie

  Chapter Seven

  Cassie

  Chapter Eight

  Cassie

  Chapter Nine

  Devon

  Chapter Ten

  Devon

  Chapter Eleven

  Cassie

  Chapter Twelve

  Cassie

  Chapter Thirteen

  Devon

  Chapter Fourteen

  Devon

  Chapter Fifteen

  Devon

  Chapter Sixteen

  Devon

  Chapter Seventeen

  Devon

  Chapter Eighteen

  Cassie

  Chapter Nineteen

  Cassie

  Chapter Twenty

  Devon

  Chapter Twenty-One

  Cassie

  Chapter Twenty-Two

  Cassie

  Chapter Twenty-Three

  Devon

  Chapter Twenty-Four

  Cassie

  Chapter Twenty-Five

  Cassie

  Chapter Twenty-Six

  Cassie

  Epilogue

  Cassie

  Extended Epilogue

  Brad

  I Hate You, Propose

  An Enemies to Lovers Fake Engagement Romance

  Chapter One

  Lindsay

  Chapter Two

  Brent

  Chapter Three

  Lindsay

  Chapter Four

  Brent

  Chapter Five

  Brent

  Chapter Six

  Lindsay

  Chapter Seven

  Brent

  Chapter Eight

  Lindsay

  Chapter Nine

  Lindsay

  Chapter Ten

  Lindsay

  Chapter Eleven

  Lindsay

  Chapter Twelve

  Brent

  Chapter Thirteen

  Lindsay

  Chapter Fourteen

  Brent

  Chapter Fifteen

  Brent

  Chapter Sixteen

  Lindsay

  Chapter Seventeen

  Brent

  Chapter Eighteen

  Lindsay

  Chapter Nineteen

  Lindsay

  Chapter Twenty

  Brent

  Chapter Twenty-One

  Lindsay

  Chapter Twenty-Two

  Brent

  Epilogue

  Lindsay

  Extended Epilogue

  Brent

  I Hate You, Marry Me

  An Enemies to Lovers Fake Marriage Romance

  Chapter One

  Robert

  Chapter Two

  Robert

  Chapter Three

  Savannah

  Chapter Four

  Savannah

  Chapter Five

  Robert

  Chapter Six

  Savannah

  Chapter Seven

  Savannah

  Chapter Eight

  Robert

  Chapter Nine

  Robert

  Chapter Ten

  Savannah

  Chapter Eleven

  Savannah

  Chapter Twelve

  Robert

  Chapter Thirteen

  Robert

  Chapter Fourteen

  Savannah

  Chapter Fifteen

  Robert

  Chapter Sixteen

  Savannah

  Chapter Seventeen

  Savannah

  Chapter Eighteen

  Robert

  Chapter Nineteen

  Savannah

  Chapter Twenty

  Savannah

  Chapter Twenty-One

  Robert

  Chapter Twenty-Two

  Savannah

  Chapter Twenty-Three

  Robert

  Chapter Twenty-Four

  Savannah

  Chapter Twenty-Five

  Robert

  Chapter Twenty-Six

  Robert

  Chapter Twenty-Seven

  Savannah

  Chapter Twenty-Eight

  Savannah

  Chapter Twenty-Nine

  Robert

  Chapter Thirty

  Savannah

  Chapter Thirty-One

  Robert

  Chapter Thirty-Two

  Robert

  Chapter Thirty-Three

  Robert

  Epilogue

  Savannah

  Extended Epilogue

  Savannah

  Sneak Peek of Office Pet

  Sneak Peek of Super Over You

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  An Enemies to Lovers Accidental Roommate Romance

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  Copyright © 2019

  Jamie Knight –

  Your Dirty Little Secret Romance Author

  All rights reserved.

  Chapter One

  Tina

  My father could be a very stubborn man. There were some things he just wasn’t able to let go of, even though they were better left up to me, his now officially adult daughter, to decide.

  “You should be living at home,” he was arguing now, even as he carried a mini-fridge into my brand-ne
w dorm room. “Why can’t you commute from our house to this campus?”

  “Dad, we’ve been over this,” I pleaded.

  Such as, during the whole ride up here. And the past few months leading up to today- that glorious day I started college and could stop living at home. Come to think of it, we’d gone over the fact that I wanted my independence, and my parents didn’t want me to have it, for as far back as I could remember.

  I couldn’t believe that he still wouldn’t drop this, no matter how many times we’d been over it. I certainly knew how he felt and that he was very persistent in expressing those feelings, but I was annoyed that he was pushing it so hard today, on my most specialist of days.

  “Remember, Dad? I want to meet people. Plus, Kensington State College recommends that I live on campus for the first year. They said it helps freshmen transition to university life way better than if they tried it living off-campus. Or not at all,” I added, with a note of sarcasm.

  I knew I should appreciate the fact that my parents were helping me move into my dorm for my freshman year of college. But I didn’t ask for their help and honestly, I didn’t want them here.

  My parents were very old fashioned and that often equaled embarrassment. It was always a huge battle with them, to get them to let me do anything on my own.

  I couldn’t understand it. I was eighteen, not eight. Didn’t they want me to grow up and be independent? Didn’t they want me to learn how to be an adult?

  Quite frankly, I couldn’t wait to be free from their iron grip for a while. I mean, actually having a room to myself where they wouldn’t be constantly looking over my shoulder and judging me just sounded like heaven.

  Not that I hated my parents or anything crazy like that, but I knew how they could get, because they were the most over-protective, smothering kind of parents. They liked to crawl up in my business until I couldn’t think and couldn’t even breathe.

  It was no wonder I was still a virgin.

  But this wasn’t about me wanting to have a better love life- or, hell, any kind of love life at all, considering that my parents didn’t even let me date. This was about me wanting my independence in a lot of different facets of my life.

  I wanted to live on campus just so I could meet people alone, in my own space. Without my mother running my life and without having to see my father’s judgmental looks right before he locks me up, Rapunzel-style.

  “So, you’ll move back home sophomore year?” Daddy asked hopefully.

  He set the mini-fridge down next to the old wooden desk that came with the room. Someone had scratched “party on” into the dented surface.

  “Daddy, I love you, but I need to start living on my own,” I explained for the twentieth time, as I walked over and opened the dorm’s only window. “How am I going to learn how if I don’t?”

  “I could teach you,” he offered, totally serious.

  “You did teach me. For eighteen years,” I corrected, putting a hand on his shoulder. “And now I’m going to put what you taught me into practice. That’s how it’s supposed to work. You’ll see. It’ll be great.”

  Mom came in with an armful of my clothes. She found the dresser and started arranging my belongings, just like she did at home.

  “I don’t see why you even need to go to college,” she muttered, her long, conservative dress rustling softly.

  “Oh my gosh, Mom,” I said, embarrassed, fighting the urge to roll my eyes.

  “You just need to find a good and Godly husband,” she insisted. “And you could learn to cook.”

  “I know how to cook,” I corrected her, walking over to watch her organize my clothes. “You taught me, remember?”

  “It’s just that, well, you’re not that good, dear,” she said, patting my cheek.

  I sat down heavily on the twin bed.

  I didn’t feel as insulted as I probably should have by that comment.

  I hated cooking, anyway.

  “Mom, please,” I begged. “Can we not do this? I’m already here. Do you really want to drag me away from the only chance I’ve ever had to see what life holds outside our apartment? Away from the only thing I’ve ever worked towards and pinned my hopes on? Would you seriously trade all my dreams for my return back home today?”

  “Yes,” she said determinedly, not looking up from the drawer she was organizing. “Yes, I would. I’m prepared to make that sacrifice.”

  “I’m going to move more boxes,” I said, getting up and giving up on the conversation.

  I marched outside to the parking lot to get some fresh air before I did something stupid, like snapped and screamed at her. My parents always set me on edge, especially my very religious mother, but today they were reaching new heights.

  I calmed myself by thinking, They’re going home in a few hours. Just get through this and they’ll be out of your hair soon.

  After saying that about twenty times, I reached my parent’s sedan. I picked up a lamp and a box of stuff for my desk. I tried to think about my class schedule and finding time to go to the book store.

  I was already going to have to adjust my schedule. Half the thing the college had automatically signed me up for made no sense. History? Theatre? I was a business major; why would I need those classes?

  Apparently, though, this was the norm. We were to learn first what the world was made of, before we learned how to run a business in it. I guess that was ultimately what I was here for. But I tended to get impatient and want to skip ahead to the good stuff.

  When I’d visited the campus as a future applicant, we were told that it was usually chaos when the freshman arrived. And now I was seeing it for myself. The parking lot was full of other families and students and their mismatched dorm furnishings.

  I had never seen so many tie-dye tapestries, except in movies. I took a little comfort in overhearing some of the other students’ eye-roll-worthy conversations with their own parents.

  That was, until I realized how all the other parents actually seemed happy that their kids were going to be in college. If anything, what was annoying to these students was that their parents smothered them with too much love and support.

  Wow.

  That was never really a problem I’d had. I knew my parents loved me as best as they could, but their concerns for me seemed to stem from what they wanted me to do. I sighed at this sad realization and moved even more quickly to shorten my time with them here.

  When I got back to the small dorm room, Dad had my bed frame in pieces and the mattress lifted to the side.

  “Dad! What are you doing?” I panicked.

  I set the lamp and the box on the floor and hurried over to him.

  “Relax,” he said. “I think there’s a screw loose somewhere. I’m just fixing it. I don’t have my tools, so I’m using this dime as a screwdriver.”

  “Dad, please put my bed back together,” I said, trying to sound calm.

  I didn’t want to start a fight, but he was so embarrassing. I hadn’t met anyone yet, but I would hate to have a new floor mate walk by and see this mess. And it wouldn’t bode well for my future reputation around here if the Resident Advisor were to come into my room right now and see that my dad was already taking apart the desk that was college property.

  “We have to pay for things like that if we break them,” I protested, after he ignored me.

  “I told you, I’m not breaking it, I’m fixing it,” he assured me. “Give me two minutes.”

  My mom came over and put her small hand on my shoulder. She drew me away from my dad and over to the dresser.

  “Tina, I put your underwear and bras underneath your sweaters,” she whispered. “That way, the boys can’t see them when you open the drawer.”

  “Oh, my God,” I muttered to myself, rubbing my temples.

  “What, dear?” she asked.

  “I said oh my gosh, Mom,” I corrected myself, knowing how she hated when I took the Lord’s name in vain. “But gee, Mom, umm, thanks for that meticulous drawer
organization and for sharing the reasoning behind it. I’m going to the car, again. I forgot, uh, something else. Be right back.”

  I hadn’t had anything pressing to get, but I just needed to leave again. At this point, I really wished I had some Advil. My head was pounding, and my stress levels were through the roof. This is what my parents did to me— they made me crazy. Absolutely crazy.

  I went to the car and grabbed another bag and my laptop. Then I glanced again towards the dozens of other students who were doing the exact same thing I was. It really was utter madness here on move-in day.

  Across the street, one of the frat houses had a bunch of guys sitting on a couch outside with one sign that said, “You honk, we drink” and a second sign that said, “Okay, Dads. We’ll take it from here.”

  I hoped my father wouldn’t see that sign. He was already way over protective, especially about boys. If my dad even saw me talking to a boy this early into the college process, there was no telling what he’d do.

  I didn’t think he had actually put it together right away that I was going to be basically rooming on campus with guys. I mean, I still couldn’t forget how he’d sounded- mad and crazy- when he found out the dorms were co-ed. I thought he was going to blow a gasket.

  This was my last trip from the car, and I could feel my blood pressure returning to normal as I walked back. I was glad I had taken some time out, and away from my parents, to clear my head. But when I passed a dorm room that was a few doors down from mine, I heard a familiar voice.

  “Okay Dad, if you insist on bringing in the fridge, I’ll take it.”

  I peeked in and couldn’t believe my eyes.

  There stood Seth Foster, my least favorite person alive.

  Chapter Two

  Tina

  I would recognize Seth’s tall form anywhere. He stood among a mess of boxes, looking over the small room.

  He had his back to me. It was muscular and widened up to his broad shoulders. Seth had a swimmer’s body, all long lean muscle with huge shoulders.

  Some of my girlfriends thought he was hot. But I couldn’t see it. He was too stupid to be hot.

  His dad started to leave the room, presumably to go to the parking lot and get the fridge out of the car. I didn’t want him to see me, so I starting walking very quickly straight ahead.

  I ended up by the bathrooms, so I hurried in. But after a moment of staring at myself in the mirror, I realized I couldn’t stay in here all day.

  I had to deal with the unbelievable fact that Seth and I had wound up in the same place as each other, yet again. So, I left the bathroom as soon as I figured it was safe, in that Mr. Foster had already passed it on his way out to his car.