Olivia Pierce is fighting to stay above water and the boy next door, the thorn in her side, won’t leave her alone. Jameson Phoenix only wants to protector, but it’s hard to do when she hates him. Things start to shift after a kiss that should have never happened, and now they find themselves questioning everything. The sixth book in the beloved 425 Madison Avenue, is now live. Read Love Under Construction by Aubree Valentine today!
About Love Under Construction
Jameson
She hates me.
I can’t say I blame her, in fact, I thought it was best this way.
That was until I realized just how much I really cared for her.
Now all I want to do is protect her.
It wasn’t supposed to be this way.
Olivia
I hate him.
He's always been a thorn in my side.
When my life is flipped upside down, and I'm fighting to stay above water, things between us shift, and I begin to question everything I thought I knew about the boy next door.
It wasn’t supposed to be this way. I never should have kissed him. It was only a matter of time.
After all, 425 Madison Avenue is the perfect place to fall in love.
*Each story is completely standalone.
Love underconstruction is a rollercoaster of a read.
Liv moved to NY to scape an Ex and get away from Jameson but when they are suddenly thrown back together, they have to face more than one skeleton in their closets and their own feelings.
This is a mix between enemies to lovers and second chance romance. They don't really have a problem with each other. I really like both characters, they are easy to relate to and the author makes the reader feel every emotion.
While at some points I felt like they just kept gping back and forth, the book has a nice pace and lets you move forward easily.
Excerpt
Copyright @ 2019 Aubree Valentine
With my mood dampening and all the lovebirds pairing off, I can’t think of a better excuse to get out of here. Clapping Jake on the back, I say my goodbyes and thank the guys for letting me hang with them tonight before taking my sullen ass back to my apartment.
It takes all of my restraint, not to check on Liv when I get back on the fifth floor. It would be so easy to knock on her door and tell her that I’m in love with her. That I’ve loved her for a long time. In my mind, I know it’s no use. My heart doesn’t want to listen.
I pause outside her door and touch a hand to the cold surface like it will somehow connect me to the woman inside.
“Whoa. Dude. What are you doing?” I hear the elevator ding, and Harley’s voice startles me.
“Nothing,” I shake my head and step back.
“Yeah, nothing,” he steps up beside me and shoves me toward our apartment. “Let’s go before you do something stupid.”
I huff. “Like telling her, I love her?”
“Jesus Christ, how much have you had to drink?” He questions.
“Not enough. That’s for sure.”
Harley opens the apartment door, ushering me inside. “I’m going to disagree with you. Drinking isn’t going to solve anything either.”
“Harley, it was six beers. I’m hardly drunk. Just delusional.”
“You might be right, there.” He grabs two bottles of water from the fridge and tosses me one. “When are you going to give up on her, man? Haven’t you had enough rejection?”
“Would you give up on the woman you love?”
Harley looks at me as if I’ve grown two heads. “If she treated me like shit? Pushed me away and said I made her miserable? Uh, yeah. I did; remember?”
I wince. He’s right. And I’m an asshole friend for bringing it up. “Shelia is nothing like Olivia.”
“Maybe. Maybe not. But a man has got to know when to cut his losses. Trust me.”
“It’ll be better when I finish this job and get the hell away from here. Though I feel bad leaving you without a roommate.”
About Aubree Valentine
Aubree Valentine is a wife, mom and avid reader. Her love of books goes far behind weaving her own stories to tell. She realized her dream of becoming a published author by the time she was in high school and knew she'd stop at nothing to make that happen.
When she's not writing, she can be found chasing after her twins or her dogs, curled up with a good book or still working with some of her favorite authors.
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