@authorcaseybond slayed me with #InstaHate now live and available for your reading, check out our full #review inside!

Title: Insta-Hate
Author: C.L. Bond
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Cover Designer: Regina Wamba at Mae I Design and Photography
Models: Nathan Weller and Layla Hill
Photographer: Dark Feather Photog
Interior Design: Allyson Gottlieb, Athena Book Designs
Editor: Stacy Sanford, The Girl with the Red Pen
Hosted by: Lady Amber’s PR

Blurb:
When Alexandria Ray’s romance series becomes an overnight sensation, the world and its demands close in on her. After years of struggling to maintain the pace her publisher, agent and the world expects, she needs a break. Enrolling as a student at Columbia University is step one to finding herself again. Finding Arsen Daniel was not on her list.

Arsen Daniel, along with his best friend, built an empire in the form of an exclusive, psychology-based dating service. When an old friend invites him to teach a course at Columbia, he accepts. The course? The Psychology of Love.  Sounds simple enough and the publicity alone will make it worth his time.

 Arsen didn’t expect to meet his match in the form of a sarcastic blonde, hell bent on holding to her belief that true love doesn’t actually exist. After all, what woman, especially a world-renowned romance writer, doesn’t believe in happily ever after?

Something in Alexandria’s eyes tortures him. She reminds him of someone from his past and that is a very bad thing.

Mama Says:
Holy wowzers, this one really is a doozy.  I would cry harder than a 5 year old who just got kicked in the shin by their best friend one minute, spit out my coffee laughing the next, on this roller coaster ride.  I can honestly say this book haunts me, in a good way.  I try to stay away from books that seem light hearted but end up going deep and dark, but Casey Bond has this way of tricking me, even though I know none of her books are light and fanciful, they are always raw and emotional.  Somehow, maybe it’s the beautiful covers, I get suckered in every time.  Insta-hate isn’t just your typical second chance at love after having your heartbroken Nicholas Sparks love fest, it’s absolutely heartbreaking and their are so many terrible secrets that people are hiding, it’s hard to pick one out as the tipping point.  I will say that there are some slightly disturbing events referred to, though none are detailed in their description, so just read with a sense that it’s not bunnies and tootsie pops throughout the book. I loved the addition of a romance author not believing in love, that seems like something that you would actually come across.  Beware of spontaneous laughter, snorts and eye rolls (thanks to a certain hairy fella usually.)  You just need to read this one to experience something real.  GO ahead and grab it today!

Award-winning author Casey L. Bond resides in Milton, West Virginia with her husband and their two beautiful daughters. When she’s not busy being a domestic goddess and chasing her baby girls, she loves to write young adult and new adult fiction.You can find more information about Bond’s books via the following links:


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“Do you want to grab a seat for a few minutes?” he asked.
I looked around and the place was mostly deserted. “Sure.” We settled in two comfortable padded chairs. “For the record, I don’t want to do any of the things Jillian has planned.”
He smiled. “How else do you plan to prove your point?”
“My point will be easily proven. Love doesn’t exist.” I stared at his lips. The bottom was slightly plumper than the top. His blue dress shirt was rolled to the elbows. And his forearms were toned. Damn it. Why should men have forearms like that? Why? They flexed when he raised his cup to his lips, and then flexed again when he sat it back onto the table.
“Why would any woman want that to be true?” he challenged, one brow arching up.
“I don’t want it to be true, it just is.”
His eyes narrowed and he crossed his arms over his chest. “How do you know? Forget the assignment, forget proving a hypothesis and this damn paper. How do you know? Why do you think that?”
I swallowed. “Because if I’ve ever felt it, I don’t remember it.” His brows furrowed and he parted his lips to say something, but never did. What could anyone say to that? 

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