Ugly Love

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#1 New York Times bestselling author Colleen Hoover returns with a new heart-wrenching love story.

When Tate Collins meets airline pilot Miles Archer, she doesn't think it's love at first sight. They wouldn’t even go so far as to consider themselves friends. The only thing Tate and Miles have in common is an undeniable mutual attraction. Once their desires are out in the open, they realize they have the perfect set-up. He doesn’t want love, she doesn’t have time for love, so ...

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#1 New York Times bestselling author Colleen Hoover returns with a new heart-wrenching love story.

When Tate Collins meets airline pilot Miles Archer, she doesn't think it's love at first sight. They wouldn’t even go so far as to consider themselves friends. The only thing Tate and Miles have in common is an undeniable mutual attraction. Once their desires are out in the open, they realize they have the perfect set-up. He doesn’t want love, she doesn’t have time for love, so that just leaves the sex. Their arrangement could be surprisingly seamless, as long as Tate can stick to the only two rules Miles has for her.

Never ask about the past.
Don’t expect a future.

They think they can handle it, but realize almost immediately they can’t handle it at all.

Hearts get infiltrated.
Promises get broken.
Rules get shattered.
Love gets ugly.

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Editorial Reviews

#1 New York Times Bestselling Author of Beautiful Disaster - Jamie McGuire
"Only Colleen Hoover can pack that much brilliance into one novel."
blog review Aestas
"A must-read book of the year! I loved every word, I felt every moment, and I will never forget this story. I don’t give out a lot of 6 star ratings (in fact this will be the first one I’ve given this year) but the truth is that this book went above and beyond. The story was powerful, the writing was stunning, and the way every single piece of it was woven together was simply breathtaking.”
Natasha is a Book Junkie
“By the end of this book, my heart was aching and rejoicing at the same time from the countless emotions it had been exposed to. This is the sexiest, most heart-wrenching Colleen Hoover book to date—a book that shows us a brand new side of this author’s writing genius, and it is in my humble opinion, her best work thus far.”
“Hoover builds a terrific new-adult world here with two people growing in their careers and discovering mature love.”
Vilma’s Book Blog
“Colleen Hoover once again proves she’s a master storyteller in her best and boldest work to date.”
My Shelf Me
“She's done it again, my friends. And to be honest I didn't think she was ever going to write something I loved more than MAYBE SOMEDAY, but I was book hung over for 2 full days after UGLY LOVE.”
Lovin Los Libros
"Ugly Love is another hit from Colleen Hoover that will leave your heart open and exposed to the myriad of emotions Tate and Miles' story will inflict upon it.”
A Literary Perusal
“ Colleen Hoover has given us a story that is full of emotion.... she stayed true to her reputation of writing characters that are real and a story that is both compelling and powerful.”
True Story Book Blog
"Colleen Hoover just demolished me. Completely and 100% blew me away…not that I’m surprised or anything because she never ceases to amaze me.... I was pulled in from the beginning…and I loved every second of it!”
The Real Housewives of Romance
"Thank you for another 'rip my heart out' excursion ... and with Ugly Love you somehow managed to do it TWICE! And I loved every bit of it!”
Kayla’s Reads & Reviews
“If you were to only read one book this year, make that book Ugly Love.... It's definitely my favorite book of all time, and that's not a phrase that I use lightly.”
Reading Books like a Boss
“I LOVED this book. I stayed up until 1:00 a.m. to finish it, something I haven’t done in ages.... Ugly Love was a riveting page-turner that I couldn’t put down.”
Nestled in a Book
“Colleen is an artist. She has this uncanny ability to take normal, everyday words and somehow turn them into the most beautiful poetry I’ve ever read. The beauty of her lyrical writing style made me teary-eyed countless times. She can take something so simple and make it so powerful.”
Readers Live a 1000 Lives
“Colleen Hoover does it again. She always creates a story that gets under your skin and hits you right in the heart. Ugly Love was no exception. Miles and Tate have a very intense story to be told and only Colleen Hoover could do it justice.”
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“I’m not sure my heart will ever forget this book. Incredible read!!!”
The Scarlet Siren
“Colleen Hoover has done it again. Her words have wholly altered me, mind, body, and spirit. I can’t explain what I’ve done or where I’ve been the past few hours, and the only thing that is in my mind is WOW.”
Owl Always be Reading
“I fell in love with this book from the very first chapter.”
blog tour review I Heart Big Books
"Ugly Love carries the kinship of stellar writing, (poetry, really), searing emotion, and a story that hits you in your very core.”
blog tour review Shh Mom’s Reading
"I LOVE everything and anything that this woman writes…This is everything we come to expect from Ms. Hoover and SO MUCH more! You know when you come across a book and you don’t know what to say about it other than that you loved it and it was amazing?! Well thats how I feel about Ugly Love. JUST READ IT! TRUST ME!”
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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9781476753188
  • Publisher: Atria Books
  • Publication date: 8/5/2014
  • Pages: 336
  • Sales rank: 570
  • Product dimensions: 5.30 (w) x 8.20 (h) x 1.00 (d)

Meet the Author

Colleen Hoover is the #1 New York Times bestselling author of Slammed, Point of Retreat, This Girl, Hopeless, Losing Hope, Maybe Someday, Finding Cinderella, and Ugly Love. She lives in Texas with her husband and their three boys. Please visit

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Ugly Love

chapter one


“Somebody stabbed you in the neck, young lady.”

My eyes widen, and I slowly turn toward the elderly gentleman standing at my side. He presses the up button on the elevator and faces me. He smiles and points to my neck.

“Your birthmark,” he says.

My hand instinctively goes up to my neck, and I touch the dime-sized mark just below my ear.

“My grandfather used to say the placement of a birthmark was the story of how a person lost the battle in their past life. I guess you got stabbed in the neck. Bet it was a quick death, though.”

I smile, but I can’t tell if I should be afraid or entertained. Despite his somewhat morbid opening conversation, he can’t be that dangerous. His curved posture and shaky stance give away that he isn’t a day less than eighty years old. He takes a few slow steps toward one of two velvet red chairs that are positioned against the wall next to the elevator. He grunts as he sinks into the chair and then looks up at me again.

“You going up to floor eighteen?”

My eyes narrow as I process his question. He somehow knows what floor I’m going to, even though this is the first time I’ve ever set foot in this apartment complex, and it’s definitely the first time I’ve ever laid eyes on this man.

“Yes, sir,” I say cautiously. “Do you work here?”

“I do indeed.”

He nods his head toward the elevator, and my eyes move to the illuminated numbers overhead. Eleven floors to go before it arrives. I pray it gets here quickly.

“I push the button for the elevator,” he says. “I don’t think there’s an official title for my position, but I like to refer to myself as a flight captain, considering I do send people as high as twenty stories up in the air.”

I smile at his words, since my brother and father are both pilots. “How long have you been flight captain of this elevator?” I ask as I wait. I swear this is the slowest damn elevator I’ve ever encountered.

“Since I got too old to do maintenance on this building. Worked here thirty-two years before I became captain. Been sending people on flights now for more than fifteen years, I think. Owner gave me a pity job to keep me busy till I died.” He smiles to himself. “What he didn’t realize is that God gave me a lot of great things to accomplish in my life, and right now, I’m so far behind I ain’t ever gonna die.”

I find myself laughing when the elevator doors finally open. I reach down to grab the handle of my suitcase and turn to him one more time before I step inside. “What’s your name?”

“Samuel, but call me Cap,” he says. “Everybody else does.”

“You got any birthmarks, Cap?”

He grins. “As a matter of fact, I do. Seems in my past life, I was shot right in the ass. Must have bled out.”

I smile and bring my hand to my forehead, giving him a proper captain’s salute. I step into the elevator and turn around to face the open doors, admiring the extravagance of the lobby. This place seems more like a historic hotel than an apartment complex, with its expansive columns and marble floors.

When Corbin said I could stay with him until I found a job, I had no idea he lived like an actual adult. I thought it would be similar to the last time I visited him, right after I graduated from high school, back when he had first started working toward his pilot’s license. That was four years and a two-story sketchy complex ago. That’s kind of what I was expecting.

I certainly wasn’t anticipating a high-rise smack dab in the middle of downtown San Francisco.

I find the panel and press the button for the eighteenth floor, then look up at the mirrored wall of the elevator. I spent all day yesterday and most of this morning packing up everything I own from my apartment back in San Diego. Luckily, I don’t own much. But after making the solo five-hundred-mile drive today, my exhaustion is pretty evident in my reflection. My hair is in a loose knot on top of my head, secured with a pencil, since I couldn’t find a hair tie while I was driving. My eyes are usually as brown as my hazelnut hair, but right now, they look ten shades darker, thanks to the bags under them.

I reach into my purse to find a tube of ChapStick, hoping to salvage my lips before they end up as weary-looking as the rest of me. As soon as the elevator doors begin to close, they open again. A guy is rushing toward the elevators, preparing to walk on as he acknowledges the old man. “Thanks, Cap,” he says.

I can’t see Cap from inside the elevator, but I hear him grunt something in return. He doesn’t sound nearly as eager to make small talk with this guy as he was with me. This man looks to be in his late twenties at most. He grins at me, and I know exactly what’s going through his mind, considering he just slid his left hand into his pocket.

The hand with the wedding ring on it.

“Floor ten,” he says without looking away from me. His eyes fall to what little cleavage is peeking out of my shirt, and then he looks at the suitcase by my side. I press the button for floor ten. I should have worn a sweater.

“Moving in?” he asks, blatantly staring at my shirt again.

I nod, although I doubt he notices, considering his gaze isn’t planted anywhere near my face.

“What floor?”

Oh, no, you don’t. I reach beside me and cover all the buttons on the panel with my hands to hide the illuminated eighteenth-floor button, and then I press every single button between floors ten and eighteen. He glances at the panel, confused.

“None of your business,” I say.

He laughs.

He thinks I’m kidding.

He arches his dark, thick eyebrow. It’s a nice eyebrow. It’s attached to a nice face, which is attached to a nice head, which is attached to a nice body.

A married body.


He grins seductively after seeing me check him out—only I wasn’t checking him out the way he thinks I was. In my mind, I was wondering how many times that body has been pressed against a girl who wasn’t his wife.

I feel sorry for his wife.

He’s looking at my cleavage again when we reach floor ten. “I can help you with that,” he says, nodding toward my suitcase. His voice is nice. I wonder how many girls have fallen for that married voice. He walks toward me and reaches to the panel, bravely pressing the button that closes the doors.

I hold his stare and press the button to open the doors. “I’ve got it.”

He nods as if he understands, but there’s still a wicked gleam in his eyes that reaffirms my immediate dislike of him. He steps out of the elevator and turns to face me before walking away.

“Catch you later, Tate,” he says, just as the doors close.

I frown, not comfortable with the fact that the only two people I’ve interacted with since walking into this apartment building already know who I am.

I remain alone on the elevator as it stops on every single floor until it reaches the eighteenth. I step off, pull my phone out of my pocket, and open up my messages to Corbin. I can’t remember which apartment number he said was his. It’s either 1816 or 1814.

Maybe it’s 1826?

I come to a stop at 1814, because there’s a guy passed out on the floor of the hallway, leaning against the door to 1816.

Please don’t let it be 1816.

I find the message on my phone and cringe. It’s 1816.

Of course it is.

I walk slowly to the door, hoping I don’t wake up the guy. His legs are sprawled out in front of him, and he’s leaning with his back propped up against Corbin’s door. His chin is tucked to his chest, and he’s snoring.

“Excuse me,” I say, my voice just above a whisper.

He doesn’t move.

I lift my leg and poke his shoulder with my foot. “I need to get into this apartment.”

He rustles and then slowly opens his eyes and stares straight ahead at my legs.

His eyes meet my knees, and his eyebrows furrow as he slowly leans forward with a deep scowl on his face. He lifts a hand and pokes my knee with his finger, almost as if he’s never seen a knee before. He drops his hand, closes his eyes, and falls back asleep against the door.


Corbin won’t be back until tomorrow, so I dial his number to see if this guy is someone I should be concerned about.

“Tate?” he asks, answering his phone without a hello.

“Yep,” I reply. “Made it safe, but I can’t get in because there’s a drunk guy passed out at your front door. Suggestions?”

“Eighteen sixteen?” he asks. “You sure you’re at the right apartment?”


“Are you sure he’s drunk?”


“Weird,” he says. “What’s he wearing?”

“Why do you want to know what he’s wearing?”

“If he’s wearing a pilot’s uniform, he probably lives in the building. The complex contracts with our airline.”

This guy isn’t wearing any type of uniform, but I can’t help but notice that his jeans and black T-shirt do fit him very nicely.

“No uniform,” I say.

“Can you get past him without waking him up?”

“I’d have to move him. He’ll fall inside if I open the door.”

He’s quiet for a few seconds while he thinks. “Go downstairs and ask for Cap,” he says. “I told him you were coming tonight. He can wait with you until you’re inside the apartment.”

I sigh, because I’ve been driving for six hours, and going all the way back downstairs is not something I feel like doing right now. I also sigh because Cap is the last person who could probably help in this situation.

“Just stay on the phone with me until I’m inside your apartment.”

I like my plan a lot better. I balance my phone against my ear with my shoulder and dig inside my purse for the key Corbin sent me. I insert it into the lock and begin to open the door, but the drunk guy begins to fall backward with every inch the door opens. He groans, but his eyes don’t open again.

“It’s too bad he’s wasted,” I tell Corbin. “He’s not bad-­looking.”

“Tate, just get your ass inside and lock the door so I can hang up.”

I roll my eyes. He’s still the same bossy brother he always was. I knew that moving in with him would not be good for our relationship, considering how fatherly he acted toward me when we were younger. However, I had no time to find a job, get my own apartment, and get settled before my new classes started, so it left me with little choice.

I’m hoping things will be different between us now, though. Corbin is twenty-five, and I’m twenty-three, so if we can’t get along better than we did as kids, we’ve got a lot of growing up left to do.

I guess that mostly depends on Corbin and whether he’s changed since we last lived together. He had an issue with anyone I dated, all of my friends, every choice I made—even what college I wanted to attend. Not that I ever paid any attention to his opinion, though. The distance and time apart has seemed to get him off my back for the last few years, but moving in with him will be the ultimate test of our patience.

I wrap my purse around my shoulder, but it gets caught on my suitcase handle, so I just let it fall to the floor. I keep my left hand wrapped tightly around the doorknob and hold the door shut so the guy won’t fall completely into the apartment. I take my foot and press it against his shoulder, pushing him from the center of the doorway.

He doesn’t budge.

“Corbin, he’s too heavy. I’m gonna have to hang up so I can use both hands.”

“No, don’t hang up. Just put the phone in your pocket, but don’t hang up.”

I look down at the oversized shirt and leggings I have on. “No pockets. You’re going in the bra.”

Corbin makes a gagging sound as I pull the phone from my ear and shove it inside my bra. I remove the key from the lock and drop it toward my purse, but it misses and falls to the floor. I reach down to grab the drunk guy so I can move him out of the way.

“All right, buddy,” I say, struggling to pull him away from the center of the doorway. “Sorry to interrupt your nap, but I need inside this apartment.”

I somehow manage to prop him up against the doorframe to prevent him from falling into the apartment, and then I push the door open farther and turn to get my things.

Something warm wraps around my ankle.

I freeze.

I look down.

“Let go of me!” I yell, kicking at the hand that’s gripping my ankle so tightly I’m pretty sure it might bruise. The drunk guy is looking up at me now, and his grip sends me falling backward into the apartment when I try to pull away from him.

“I need to get in there,” he mutters, just as my butt meets the floor. He makes an attempt to push the apartment door open with his other hand, and this immediately sends me into panic mode. I pull my legs the rest of the way inside, and his hand comes with me. I use my free leg to kick the door shut, slamming it directly onto his wrist.

“Shit!” he yells. He’s trying to pull his hand back into the hallway with him, but my foot is still pressing against the door. I release enough pressure for him to have his hand back, and then I immediately kick the door all the way shut. I pull myself up and lock the door, the dead bolt, and the chain lock as quickly as I can.

As soon as my heart rate begins to calm down, it starts to scream at me.

My heart is actually screaming at me.

In a deep male voice.

It sounds like it’s yelling, “Tate! Tate!”


I immediately look down at my chest and pull my phone out of my bra, then bring it up to my ear.

“Tate! Answer me!”

I wince, then pull the phone several inches from my ear. “I’m fine,” I say, out of breath. “I’m inside. I locked the door.”

“Jesus Christ!” he says, relieved. “You scared me to death. What the hell happened?”

“He was trying to get inside. I locked the door, though.” I flip on the living-room light and take no more than three steps inside before I come to a halt.

Good going, Tate.

I slowly turn back toward the door after realizing what I’ve done.

“Um. Corbin?” I pause. “I might have left a few things outside that I need. I would just grab them, but the drunk guy thinks he needs to get inside your apartment for some reason, so there’s no way I’m opening that door again. Any suggestions?”

He’s silent for a few seconds. “What did you leave in the hallway?”

I don’t want to answer him, but I do. “My suitcase.”

“Christ, Tate,” he mutters.

“And . . . my purse.”

“Why the hell is your purse outside?”

“I might have also left the key to your apartment on the hallway floor.”

He doesn’t even respond to that one. He just groans. “I’ll call Miles and see if he’s home yet. Give me two minutes.”

“Wait. Who’s Miles?”

“He lives across the hall. Whatever you do, don’t open the door again until I call you back.”

Corbin hangs up, and I lean against his front door.

I’ve lived in San Francisco all of thirty minutes, and I’m already being a pain in his ass. Figures. I’ll be lucky if he lets me stay here until I find a job. I hope that doesn’t take long, considering I applied for three RN positions at the closest hospital. It might mean working nights, weekends, or both, but I’ll take what I can get if it prevents me from having to dip into savings while I’m back in school.

My phone rings. I slide my thumb across the screen and answer it. “Hey.”


“Yep,” I reply, wondering why he always double-checks to see if it’s me. He called me, so who else would be answering it who sounds exactly like me?

“I got hold of Miles.”

“Good. Is he gonna help me get my stuff?”

“Not exactly,” Corbin says. “I kind of need you to do me a huge favor.”

My head falls against the door again. I have a feeling the next few months are going to be full of inconvenient favors, since he knows he’s doing me a huge one by letting me stay here. Dishes? Check. Corbin’s laundry? Check. Corbin’s grocery shopping? Check.

“What do you need?” I ask him.

“Miles kind of needs your help.”

“The neighbor?” I pause as soon as it clicks, and I close my eyes. “Corbin, please don’t tell me the guy you called to protect me from the drunk guy is the drunk guy.”

Corbin sighs. “I need you to unlock the door and let him in. Let him crash on the couch. I’ll be there first thing in the morning. When he sobers up, he’ll know where he is, and he’ll go straight home.”

I shake my head. “What kind of apartment complex are you living in? Do I need to prepare to be groped by drunk people every time I come home?”

Long pause. “He groped you?”

“ ‘Grope’ might be a bit strong. He did grab my ankle, though.”

Corbin lets out a sigh. “Just do this for me, Tate. Call me back when you’ve got him and all your stuff inside.”

“Fine.” I groan, recognizing the worry in his voice.

I hang up with Corbin and open the door. The drunk guy falls onto his shoulder, and his cell phone slips from his hand and lands on the floor next to his head. I flip him onto his back and look down at him. He cracks his eyes open and attempts to look up at me, but his eyelids fall shut again.

“You’re not Corbin,” he mutters.

“No. I’m not. But I am your new neighbor, and from the looks of it, you’re about to owe me at least fifty cups of sugar.”

I lift him by his shoulders and try to get him to sit up, but he doesn’t. I don’t think he can, actually. How does a person even get this drunk?

I grab his hands and pull him inch by inch into the apartment, stopping when he’s just far enough inside for me to be able to close the door. I retrieve all of my things from outside the apartment, then shut and lock the front door. I grab a throw pillow from the couch, prop his head up, and roll him onto his side in case he pukes in his sleep.

And that’s all the help he’s getting from me.

When he’s comfortably asleep in the middle of the living-room floor, I leave him there while I look around the apartment.

The living room alone could fit three of the living rooms from Corbin’s last apartment. The dining area is open to the living room, but the kitchen is separated from the living room by a half-wall. There are several modern paintings throughout the room, and the thick, plush sofas are a light tan, offsetting the vibrant paintings. The last time I stayed with him, he had a futon, a beanbag chair, and posters of models on the walls.

I think my brother might finally be growing up.

“Very impressive, Corbin,” I say out loud as I walk from room to room and flip on all the lights, inspecting what has just become my temporary home. I kind of hate that it’s so nice. It’ll make it harder to want to find my own place once I get enough money saved up.

I walk into the kitchen and open the refrigerator. There’s a row of condiments in the door, a box of leftover pizza on the middle shelf, and a completely empty gallon of milk still sitting on the top shelf.

Of course he doesn’t have groceries. I can’t have expected him to change completely.

I grab a bottled water and exit the kitchen to go search for the room I’ll be living in for the next few months. There are two bedrooms, so I take the one that isn’t Corbin’s and set my suitcase on top of the bed. I have about three more suitcases and at least six boxes down in the car, not to mention all my clothes on hangers, but I’m not about to attempt those tonight. Corbin said he’d be back in the morning, so I’ll leave that to him.

I change into a pair of sweats and a tank top, then brush my teeth and get ready for bed. Normally, I would be nervous about the fact that there’s a stranger in the same apartment I’m in, but I have a feeling I don’t need to worry. Corbin would never ask me to help someone he felt might be a threat to me in any way. Which confuses me, because if this is common behavior for Miles, I’m surprised Corbin asked me to bring him inside.

Corbin has never trusted guys with me, and I blame Blake for that. He was my first serious boyfriend when I was fifteen, and he was Corbin’s best friend. Blake was seventeen, and I had a huge crush on him for months. Of course, my friends and I had huge crushes on most of Corbin’s friends, simply because they were older than we were.

Blake would come over most weekends to stay the night with Corbin, and we always seemed to find a way to spend time together when Corbin wasn’t paying attention. One thing led to another, and after several weekends of sneaking around, Blake told me he wanted to make our relationship official. The problem Blake didn’t foresee was how Corbin would react once Blake broke my heart.

And boy, did he break it. As much as a fifteen-year-old heart can be broken after the span of a two-week secret relationship. Turned out he was officially dating quite a few girls during the two weeks he was with me. Once Corbin found out, their friendship was over, and all of Corbin’s friends were warned not to come near me. I found it almost impossible to date in high school until after Corbin finally moved away. Even then, though, the guys had heard horror stories and tended to steer clear of Corbin’s little sister.

As much as I hated it then, I would more than welcome it now. I’ve had my fair share of relationships go wrong since high school. I lived with my most recent boyfriend for more than a year before we realized we wanted two separate things out of life. He wanted me home. I wanted a career.

So now I’m here. Pursuing my master’s degree in nursing and doing whatever I can to avoid relationships. Maybe living with Corbin won’t be such a bad thing after all.

I head back to the living room to turn out the lights, but when I’ve rounded the corner, I come to an immediate halt.

Not only is Miles up off the floor, but he’s in the kitchen, with his head pressed against his arms and his arms folded on top of the kitchen counter. He’s seated on the edge of a bar stool, and he looks as if he’s about to fall off it any second. I can’t tell if he’s sleeping again or just attempting to recover.


He doesn’t move when I call his name, so I walk toward him and gently lay my hand on his shoulder to shake him awake. The second my fingers squeeze his shoulder, he gasps and sits up straight as if I just woke him from the middle of a dream.

Or a nightmare.

Immediately, he slides off the stool and onto very unstable legs. He begins to sway, so I throw his arm over my shoulder and try to walk him out of the kitchen.

“Let’s go to the couch, buddy.”

He drops his forehead to the side of my head and stumbles along with me, making it even harder to hold him up. “My name isn’t Buddy,” he slurs. “It’s Miles.”

We make it to the front of the couch, and I start to peel him off me. “Okay, Miles. Whoever you are. Just go to sleep.”

He falls onto the couch, but he doesn’t let go of my shoulders. I fall with him and immediately attempt to pull away.

“Rachel, don’t,” he begs, grabbing me by the arm, trying to pull me to the couch with him.

“My name isn’t Rachel,” I say, freeing myself from his iron grip. “It’s Tate.” I don’t know why I clarify what my name is, because it’s not likely he’ll remember this conversation tomorrow. I walk to where the throw pillow is and pick it up off the floor.

I pause before handing it back to him, because he’s on his side now, and his face is pressed into the couch cushion. He’s gripping the couch so tightly his knuckles are white. At first, I think he’s about to get sick, but then I realize how incredibly wrong I am.

He’s not sick.

He’s crying.


So hard he isn’t even making a sound.

I don’t even know the guy, but the obvious devastation he’s experiencing is difficult to witness. I look down the hallway and back to him, wondering if I should leave him alone in order to give him privacy. The last thing I want to do is get tangled up in someone’s issues. I’ve successfully avoided most forms of drama in my circle of friends up to this point, and I sure as hell don’t want to start now. My first instinct is to walk away, but for some reason, I find myself oddly sympathetic toward him. His pain actually appears genuine and not just the result of an overconsumption of alcohol.

I lower myself to my knees in front of him and touch his shoulder. “Miles?”

He inhales a huge breath, slowly lifting his face to look at me. His eyes are mere slits and bloodshot red. I’m not sure if that’s a result of the crying or the alcohol. “I’m so sorry, Rachel,” he says, lifting a hand out toward me. He wraps it around the back of my neck and pulls me forward toward him, burying his face in the crevice between my neck and shoulder. “I’m so sorry.”

I have no idea who Rachel is or what he did to her, but if he’s hurting this bad, I shudder to think what she’s feeling. I’m tempted to find his phone and search for her name and call her so she can come rectify this. Instead, I gently push him back into the couch. I lay his pillow down and urge him onto it. “Go to sleep, Miles,” I say gently.

His eyes are so full of hurt when he drops to the pillow. “You hate me so much,” he says as he grabs my hand. His eyes fall shut again, and he releases a heavy sigh.

I stare at him silently, allowing him to keep hold of my hand until he’s quiet and still and there aren’t any more tears. I pull my hand away from his, but I stay by his side for a few minutes longer.

Even though he’s asleep, he somehow still looks as if he’s in a world of pain. His eyebrows are furrowed, and his breathing is sporadic, failing to fall into a peaceful pattern.

For the first time, I notice a faint, jagged scar, about four inches long, that runs smoothly across the entire right side of his jaw. It stops just two inches shy of his lips. I have the strange urge to touch it and run my finger down the length of it, but instead, my hand reaches up to his hair. It’s short on the sides, a little longer on the top, and just the perfect blend of brown and blond. I stroke his hair, comforting him, even though he may not deserve it.

This guy may deserve every single bit of the remorse he’s feeling for whatever he did to Rachel, but at least he’s feeling it. I have to give him that much.

Whatever he did to Rachel, at least he loves her enough to regret it.

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  • Posted August 4, 2014

    I love everything Colleen writes. I'd follow her blindly into a

    I love everything Colleen writes. I'd follow her blindly into a re telling of last years phone book with complete faith it would be heart wrenching and hilarious. So I may be a little tiny bit biased. But this book was AMAZING. I finished it in one sitting. I can't tell you the last time I finished a book in one sitting, because I honestly have no idea when that was. Oh wait, yes I do. It was Maybe Someday. Another brilliant CoHo book. And before that? All of her other books. And prior to that? Probably a Harry Potter book. So that explains the level with which I adore the genius that is her writing.

    Miles. He's a pilot. And he's heart breakingly beautiful and tortured. And he's a pilot. And he's broken. And did I mention he's a pilot? Yum! 

    So lucky I found it a bit early and got to enjoy the brilliance that is a CoHo book! Counting down the days until the next!

    8 out of 8 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted August 5, 2014

    I tried to protect my heart from Colleen Hoover. I really did. I

    I tried to protect my heart from Colleen Hoover. I really did. I went into this story knowing that Hoover herself cried while writing
    this--something she's never done with her other stories. I'm tough, I said.  I won't breakdown, I affirmed while doing the downward
    dog yoga move in my imagination. Besides, if she didn't cry while writing Holder and Sky's story, UGLY LOVE can't be *that* sad.  
    Oh, boy. Was I wrong. So, so deliciously wrong.

    This story is told both in present and past tense through alternating point of views. A highly effective method of writing in this case
    because we get to see the loving, caring side of Miles that Tate suspects is underneath his shell of indifference.  But, why? What
    could have possibly happened to transform the young man that would qualify as the best boyfriend ever into a man that doesn't allow
    himself to feel darn near anything any more? Hang tight. You'll find out and I'm going to go as far as saying...your life as a reader will
    never be the same once you experience it.  Bold words, right? But listen.  This book and it's revelations are going into the history book
    as one of the greatest stories ever. EVER.  You will always remember it and it's watery cover. *sobs uncontrollably*

    I pre-ordered a signed copy of UGLY LOVE with explicit instructions to have Miles personally deliver it to my doorstep wearing nothing
    but aviator glasses. I'll let you know how that goes. 

    PS - Tissues are not optional while reading.  Your sleeves will be snot and tear stained should you not heed this warning.  
    You're welcome.

    7 out of 8 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted August 15, 2014


    This book is amazing I read it in one sitting literally never put it down untill the last page....this is the kind of book that gives u goosebumps from the emotion that just pours of each page....just wow luv it

    4 out of 4 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted August 13, 2014


    Amazing...loved the characters and she is my new favorite author!***must read***

    4 out of 4 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted August 11, 2014

    Highly recommend!

    WOW! Holy cow! Sooo good! I've read books by Colleen Hoover before and thought...their okay but, WOW, yeah! I really liked this one. Duel POV, sex scenes, and a tantilizing romance! Best of all, great writing and a well edited story. Loved it! I immediately bought another book by Ms. Hoover, MAYBE SOMEDAY, and intend to read it right away! I highly recommend UGLY LOVE.


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  • Posted August 5, 2014

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    What kind of love gets ugly? The kind Hoover writes about, that'

    What kind of love gets ugly? The kind Hoover writes about, that's what kind! And boy does she know how to write it because there was not one second during this book that I didn't have my heart bleeding in a table somewhere. Bleeding, you say, this can't be good, right? Oh, but it is so right because Hoover knows how to gut you, draw and quarter you, and then slowly sew you back together again. I know going into a Hoover book that it won't be pretty, but I do it anyway because in the end, she makes the story well worth the ride.

    Blurb from Goodreads:
    Never ask about the past.
    Don’t expect a future.
    When Tate Collins meets airline pilot Miles Archer, she knows it isn’t love at first sight. They wouldn’t even go so far as to consider themselves friends. The only thing Tate and Miles have in common is an undeniable mutual attraction. Once their desires are out in the open, they realize they have the perfect set-up. He doesn’t want love, she doesn’t have time for love, so that just leaves the sex. Their arrangement could be surprisingly seamless, as long as Tate can stick to the only two rules Miles has for her. They think they can handle it, but realize almost immediately they can’t handle it at all.
    Hearts get infiltrated.
    Promises get broken.
    Rules get shattered.
    Love gets ugly

    Imagine a tragedy so terrible it makes you never want to put yourself out there for love again. Now imagine having someone enter your life that you try your hardest not to love because there is no way on this earth you could ever love again. Now scramble your brain. Yup, that's pretty much this book.

    Tate moves to San Fransisco to live with her brother and go to school. What she doesn't expect is to be attracted to her brother's very hot, very closed off, and totally not willing to love next door neighbor. But who is capable of ignoring matters of the heart? I loved this character. She is starts off as a strong and very well rounded. She knows what she wants, and does what she needs to have at least a little part of it. And, like many NA characters, she can't ignore what her heart feels. I found her very relatable and realistic. Does she have weaknesses, she sure does. Her weakness is not being able to stay away from someone who she feels such a great connection to she just knows there must be a way to break through. But you can't change someone unless they want to change, right? One thing that bothers me about Tate is that she does show more weakness during the book than I would have liked. Yet, I understood the need for her to have this weakness. And as much as I wanted to chastise her for it. one cannot go lightly into such deep affairs of the heart and not show weakness at some point.

    Enter Miles. Sexy, swoon worthy, pilot Miles Archer has a lifetime of tragedy behind him at only 24 years old. And he won't open his heart to anyone. He's a mystery that Tate can't figure out, as much as she wants to. But Miles has his rules: he won't talk about the past and he has no intention of creating any kind of future. He's straight forward and to the point about it. At first, this made me mad at him. Had it not been for his chapters, I'm pretty sure I would have thrown this book up against the wall a number of times with the anger he caused me. But it isn't that Miles in incapable of love, it's that he doesn't want his heart to get hurt. He's closed and unpredictable, and his mystery was something I wanted to crack wide open. He reminded me a bit of Christian Grey. I know I know, don't punch me, why on earth would I ever compare Hoover to James? Well, I'm not, I'm just saying that some of the qualities you see in Christian are there with Miles. But in the end, his reasons for being who he is are sad and powerful. Miles was one of the most heartbreaking characters I have ever had the chance to get to know.

    Hoover has this way of flaying you open, making your heart bleed out all over the place until you have almost nothing left to give. And then, in one foul swoop, she redeems herself and sews you back together, little piece by agonizing piece. Her words are powerful. She writes like a musician, creating lyrics that drag you along, even if you feel like you don't want to go. Her words are a powerful tool and weapon against her readers for sure. And with each book she writes, she gets better and better at showing us how broken people can really be. But she also shows us how they are capable of mending and healing and becoming whole again.

    This book is definitely a bit more racey then her past stuff. Darker and different than what you have seen from her in the past. While most of Hoovers books have focused on the story behind the plot, this one really jumps into the sexy. But the sexy is the whole point of this story. Because without the sexy, there would be no connection formed with Tate and Miles. And then their story would have gone nowhere at all. Friends with benefits takes on a whole new meaning when you watch Tate and Miles together. Their attraction is undeniable, but there is so much more underneath, so much more depth to their experiences together. And that just makes the book that much more engrossing.

    There is one word I use whenever I describe Hoover's books. One word that always ends up in my status updates on Goodreads. Because there is only one word that can show exactly how Hoover's books make me feel. And that word is INTENSE. The intensity of her writing, her plot lines, the connections between her characters cause a physical ache in my heart. I'm not much of a crier when it comes to reading, but Hoover always seems to be able to pull the tears from me.

    Tough Critic Book Reviews summed this book up perfectly, so I will quote her: "This is definitely a story about loss, but more importantly an excruciatingly painful story about love" And excruciatingly painful it is. This is a nonstop, un-put-downable book that will leave your heart aching in ways you never thought possible. Just when I think Hoover can't make a story any better than she has in the past, she surpasses what she did before. I don't know how she does it, but I don't care. All I know is that I cannot wait to see what she gives us next.

    4 out of 8 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted August 5, 2014

    Tate (who is obviously a girl ¿ the first few minutes I thought

    Tate (who is obviously a girl ¿ the first few minutes I thought Colleen was now writing m/m romances!) has just moved in with her Pilot brother Corbin in San Francisco. She's glad to live with him, that way she can save up for her own place while she's working as a nurse and going to school to get another nursing degree.

    Across the hall from her brother lives Miles.

    Miles with no Smiles.
    He's friends with her brother and also a pilot.

    The way they meet is really funny .... but kind of sad too...

    There's this huge immediate attraction between Miles and Tate. Well at least it's on Tate's side. She can't read him at all. But he seems to be looking at her a lot.

    For whatever reason Miles doesn't want anything serious - well - that's not really the surprising thing - most guys are like that. But Miles asks only 2 things of Tate - to basically not fall in love with him and expect a HEA and to not ask about his past.

    >>Don't ask about my past, and never expect a future.<<

    His past.

    The book is told from both POV's - but where Tate is telling us what happens in the present - Miles tells us what happened six years ago. Six years ago when he met the love of his life - Rachel.

    He fell in love with her in their last year of high school - but unfortunate coincidences make it very hard for them to be together...

    And whatever happened six years ago is the reason for Miles being and acting like he is and does.

    But of course their attraction is way too strong to long as Tate keeps following his rules they can have this 'thing' for a while....

    >>He tightens his grip on my neck . . . and then he kills me. Or he kisses me. I can't tell which, since I'm pretty sure they would feel the same.<<

    And even though Tate knows she's having this going-nowhere-fling with him - she's still secretly full of hope that he might change his mind - and if he doesn't, it's still better to have this amazing person for as long as she can, than to never have him at all.


    NOPE . . .
    I'm not telling you ¿
    I don't want to spoil too much . . .


    This was such a beautiful & moving & sexy story!

    Told from both perspectives - but in different times - that was something completely new. I liked it. I didn't think I would at first - but the mood that Miles created with his words was just so sad and beautiful.

    Not only did I cry for the last 25% of the book, but I think I started crying the first time Miles starts telling his story. Nothing bad was happening and still you just knew that there had to be something - there had to be some kind of major thing that happened to him and you just felt so bad for him all through the book. Ok - sometimes you might have wanted to slap him too for not saying - Eff it - it's been six years, whatever happened, I should've gotten over it, or at least learnt to live with it....
    But we don't really want to slap his beautiful face!

    The way Miles 'writes' in those six-years-ago scenes is just so poetically amazing - reminded me a bit of poetry-slamming Will from Colleen's older books. I loved it!
    He puts soo many feelings into his words. And they are really simple words or sentences sometimes, like the diary of a 8-year-old. But that's exactly what makes them so special, so full of emotion.
    a little example:

    I close the door.
    It's the saddest door I've ever had to close

    I liked the setting too - I'm a fan of San Francisco & San Diego ¿

    I think this was really one of those rare perfect Romances.
    It had everything a good book needs.
    LOTS of feelings - funny moments - sexy moments - moving moments...

    And it had this special extra person every novel needs. Cap - an 80 year old elevator-button-pusher who lives in their building. He's the one Tate goes to when she needs someone to talk to. Because Miles obviously doesn't talk to her.

    UGLY LOVE was an amazingly beautiful & moving Romance. Be sure to stock up on tissues!

    4 out of 6 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted August 14, 2014

    I cannot put into words how much this book completely overtook m

    I cannot put into words how much this book completely overtook me, completely stole my attention and reached into my soul. I read it from cover to cover in a single sitting in about 4 1/2 hours because there was not a chance that I was going to be able to walk away from this book. I was up until almost 2 am reading it and I had absolutely no idea that it was way past my bedtime. To give you some perspective, I can’t stay up past 11pm, it’s like I have a self sleep button, 11 pm comes around and I am out. Not this night, I was so completely entranced by this novel that I kept on reading completely unaware of time. Completely aware of the heart breaking, soul crushing story of Tate, Miles and Rachel. If you think you know what this book is about I can guarantee you that you don’t.

    “The difference between the ugly side of love and the beautiful side of love is that the beautiful side is much lighter. It makes you feel like you’re floating. It lifts you up. Carries you.”

    I felt such strong emotions for every single one of these characters and there was no one to hate. This book is not about that, this book isn’t about finding someone to blame for everything that is going wrong, this book had no one to blame except for a series of extremely unfortunate events and the unbearable pain that was left behind. It’s a story of absolute loss, a loss so great that the only thing leftover is a body. The soul lost within the blackened clouds of heartbreak and loss and can never have agains. A pain that can only be created from first having the feeling of absolute bliss and the most unconditional and truest of love. This is a story about losing that love and some how finding it again, some how being able to realize that the absolute and most unconditional of love is worth risking the chance of having to experience the ugliest of love too. Love is a double sided coin, one of completely magical happiness that makes you feel like the richest person in all the world without having to have a single cent to your name, the other side is the absolute gut wrenching pain that will completely hollow you out and leaving you as nothing more than a shell of human flesh. The pages within this book will give you a good does of both. Be prepared.

    3 out of 4 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted August 14, 2014

    Wow. Wow. Wow. What a story. What an emotional rollercoaster. I

    Wow. Wow. Wow. What a story. What an emotional rollercoaster. I don't know how Ms. Hoover does it, but she has a way of ripping your heart out and putting it back together in just simple sentences. I loved this Story. There were times I truly hated it. But those were the moments that she was making my heart melt. Somehow she put me back together at the end. The writing style of this book is very unique to Ms. Hoover but it works. It makes you feel that you are living their emotions. I love this story. I love anything she writes. This is one of her best ones. Wow.

    3 out of 3 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted August 11, 2014


    I have loved every one of colleens books but this one blew me away...cant get enough of miles and tate...hopefully we will get her brothers story and be able to see snipets of miles and tates life. Please colleen i have fallen in love with each and every one of your characters and dont want the stories to end!!!

    3 out of 3 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted August 11, 2014

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    Perfection! I enjoyed this book so much! Loved every second of i

    Perfection! I enjoyed this book so much! Loved every second of it. You can never really go wrong with a Colleen Hoover book, but this one here tho = PERFECTION! Loved it so much that this is the only book this year that I really can't wait to reread.! Epic!

    3 out of 3 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted August 11, 2014

    Tissue and tears

    Loved this book! I would have never guessed the ending!

    Very touching and how we all need some type of closure! Colleen you rock! You had me hooked with the Slammed series . Thank you for this gem

    3 out of 3 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted August 8, 2014


    Seriously one of the best books I've ever read!! Try and put it down, I dare you ;)

    3 out of 3 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted August 8, 2014


    Colleen has never let me down, and she certainly didn't disappoint me with this one either. She writes one hell of a steamy book, and its not disgusting like some other authors. Absolutely loved it, worth every penny!

    3 out of 3 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted August 6, 2014


    All of her books are perfect

    3 out of 3 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted August 16, 2014

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    ~Reviewed by FRANCESCA & posted at Under the Covers Book Blo

    ~Reviewed by FRANCESCA & posted at Under the Covers Book Blog

    I can hear your gasps from all the way over here.  As you may know, I’m a huge fan of Colleen Hoover.  I think her writing is superb and can really weave a magical tale.  I felt drawn in by UGLY LOVE at the beginning, and quite frankly I loved it.  I was intrigued by the drama and angst and wanted to uncover all the secrets.

    Tate, our heroine, was a very enjoyable narrator for this story.  She’s just a likeable girl, who loves her brother and happen to have a crush on a guy that’s emotionally unavailable.  But she’s open enough to still pursue it.  Try to break down those walls a little at a time.  After a while though, I wasn’t a fan of Miles treatment.  There’s only so much a girl should take before she puts her foot down and pushes the guy off to do some thinking and reflecting on his actions.  She should, at some point, show enough self respect to know she’s worth more and deserves better.

    After I hit the 25% mark, some annoyance started to kick in.  By half way through, I was getting pissed.  And by 80% in, I wanted to kick some teeth in.  See, I love a jerk hero as much as the next girl.  But if you’re going to make him a jerk he also needs to have this huge redeeming moment.  A lot of groveling is a must.  And I kept looking for that, but I don’t think it came.  This is where the book fell short for me.

    As much as Miles had the potential for being a swoon worthy hero, he didn’t quite get there for me.  Their chemistry was definitely there, the background story was unveiled beautifully, albeit in a way that is becoming customary for Hoover, and in the end we got a good an emotional closure.  But as far as that HEA?  I don’t think it got there satisfyingly enough for me.  All the issues came out and got resolved in the span of a quick conversation.  The resolution was too quick for an issue that seemed so ingrained in the character’s heart.  And that is why I felt his actions throughout the book where then unjustified.

    UGLY LOVE is emotionally charged and an angst ridden relationship that develops slowly, chipping away at the iceberg that has taken over Miles heart.  It still has all the markings of Colleen Hoover’s beautiful writing, and it was still a story that I enjoyed reading.  But it wasn’t my favorite by her by far.

    *ARC provided by publisher

    2 out of 2 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted August 11, 2014


    Next result.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted August 11, 2014

    Loved it!

    Colleen Hoover never disappoints. Another amazing book!

    2 out of 2 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted August 11, 2014

    Really enjoyed this book. Did not want it to end......

    Really enjoyed this book. Did not want it to end......

    2 out of 2 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted August 14, 2014


    Loved it!

    2 out of 2 people found this review helpful.

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