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Colleen Hoover is the #1 New York Times bestselling author of Slammed, Point of Retreat, This Girl, Hopeless, Losing Hope, Finding Cinderella, Maybe Someday, Maybe Not, Ugly Love, Confess, November 9, It Ends with Us, and Without Merit. She has won the Goodreads Choice Award for Best Romance three years in a row—for Confess (2015), It Ends with Us (2016), and Without Merit (2017). Confess was adapted into a seven-episode online series. In 2015, Colleen and her family founded The Bookworm Box, a bookstore and monthly subscription service offering signed novels donated by authors. All profits are given to various charities each month to help those in need. Colleen lives in Texas with her husband and their three boys. Visit ColleenHoover.com.

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Maybe Not Chapter One I’m convinced that hell has an intercom system and the buzz of my alarm clock is played at full volume on repeat against the screams of all the lost souls. Which is why I’ll never murder anyone, because there’s no way I can live with this sound for eternity. I can’t even live with it for five seconds. I reach over and stop the alarm, dreading another day at work. I hate that I have to keep this shitty barista job just to pay for school. At least Ridge lets my sporadic rent checks slide in exchange for my managing his band. It works for now, but God, I hate mornings. I stretch my arms, bring my hands to my eyes, and begin rubbing the sleep out of them. When my fingers meet my eyes, for a split second I think maybe my worst fears have come true and I’m actually burning in hell, because SHIT! Motherfucker! I’m going to kill him! “Ridge!” I scream. Oh, God. It burns. I stand up and attempt to open my eyes, but they’re stinging too badly for them to be of any use. It’s the oldest prank in the book, and I can’t believe I fell for it. Again. I can’t find my shorts—God it hurts so bad—so I stumble my way to the bathroom in order to wash the pepper juice from my eyes and hands. I find the doorknob and swing the door open, rushing straight to the sink. I’m pretty sure I hear a girl screaming, but that very well could be me screaming. I cup my hands beneath the stream of water and bring them up to my eyes, rinsing them over and over until the burn starts to subside. Once my eyes begin to feel relief, my shoulder starts to ache from the repeated blows being delivered to it. “Get out, you pervert!” I’m awake enough now to know that I actually did hear a girl screaming, and now that girl is hitting me. In my bathroom. I grab a hand towel and press it to my eyes while I shield her punches with my elbow. “I was peeing, you sick bastard! Get out!” Shit, she hits hard. I still can’t really see her, but I can recognize fists when they’re flying at me. I grab both of her wrists to keep her from assaulting me even more. “Stop hitting me!” I yell. The bathroom door that leads to the living room swings open and my left eye is working enough that I can tell Brennan is standing there. “What the hell is going on?” He walks toward us and removes my hands from her wrists and then stands between us. I bring the towel back to my eyes and squeeze them shut. “He barged in on me while I was peeing!” the girl yells. “And he’s naked!” I open one eye and glance down. I am, in fact, completely naked. “Jesus, Warren. Put on some clothes,” Brennan says. “How was I supposed to know I’d be attacked in my own bathroom?” I say, pointing at her. “Why the hell is she using my bathroom, anyway? Your guests can use your bathroom.” Brennan immediately holds up two defensive palms. “She didn’t spend the night with me.” “Gross,” the girl mutters. I don’t know why Ridge thought it would be a good idea to rent a four-bedroom apartment. Even though one of the bedrooms is empty, that’s still two people too many. Especially when guests spend the night and don’t know about the designated bathrooms. “Look,” I say, pushing both of them toward the door that leads to the living room. “This is my bathroom and I’d like to use it. I don’t care where she slept or who she slept with; she can use your bathroom. This one’s mine.” Brennan holds up a finger and turns to face me. “Actually,” he says. “This is a shared bathroom. With that bedroom.” He points to the door that leads to the other bedroom. “And that bedroom now belongs to . . .” He points to the girl. “Bridgette. Your new roommate.” I pause. Why did he just call her my roommate? “What do you mean, roommate? No one asked me if I wanted a new roommate.” Brennan shrugs. “You rarely pay rent, Warren. You don’t really have a say in who lives here.” He knows I don’t pay rent because I help manage their band, but Ridge does take on the brunt of the financial expenses. He makes a good point, unfortunately. This isn’t good. I can’t share a bathroom with a girl. Especially a girl with that good of an arm. And especially a girl with all that bronzed skin. I look away from her. I hate that she’s hot. I hate that she’s a brunette, because I really like her long, light brown hair and the way it’s pulled back, all messy and shit. Dammit! “Well, this has been a really fun bonding moment,” Bridgette says, walking toward me. She shoves my shoulders, pushing me back toward my bedroom. “Now wait your turn, Roomie.” The bathroom door closes in my face and I’m standing in my room again. Still naked. And maybe a little emasculated. “You can leave, too,” I hear her say to Brennan, right before the door to the living room slams shut. Seconds later, the water begins running in the shower. She’s in the shower. My shower. She’s probably taking off her shirt right now, tossing it on the floor, pulling her panties down over her hips. I’m fucked. My apartment is my sanctuary. My man cave. The only place I can go where my life isn’t ruled by women. My boss is a woman, all my professors are women, my sister and my mother are both women. Once Bridgette steps into my shower and makes it her own with all her girly shampoos and razors and shit, I’m screwed. That’s my shower. I walk to Ridge’s bedroom and flip the light switch a couple of times to give him warning that I’m coming in, since he’s deaf and can’t hear me knocking or stomping toward his room like a kid about to tattle on his little brother. I flip the switch two more times and then swing his door open. He’s lifting up onto his elbows, groggy-eyed. He sees the anger on my face and he begins to laugh, incorrectly assuming I’m here about the pepper-juice prank. I hate that I fell for it. I’m such a deep sleeper though, and he gets me every damn time. “That prank was stupid,” I sign to him. “But I’m not here because of that. We need to talk.” He sits up in bed and reaches over to tilt his alarm clock so that he can check the time. He looks back at me, agitated. “It’s six-thirty in the morning,” he signs. “What the hell do you want to talk about at six-thirty in the morning?” I point in the direction of the new roommate’s bedroom. Bridgette. I hate her name. “You let a girl move in?” I make the sign for roommate and continue. “Why in the world would you let a girl move in with us?” Ridge makes the sign for Brennan’s name. “That’s all him. I don’t think he would have accepted no for an answer.” I laugh. “Since when are girls important to Brennan?” “I heard that,” Brennan says from behind me. “And saw you sign it.” I face him. “Good. So answer the question.” He glares at me and then looks at Ridge. “Go back to sleep. I’ll handle the five-year-old.” He motions for me to follow him into the living room, turning out Ridge’s bedroom light as he exits. I like Brennan, but the fact that we’ve known each other for so long makes me feel like he’s my little brother sometimes. My annoying-as-fuck little brother. My little brother who thinks moving his women into our apartment is a good idea. “It’s just for a few months,” Brennan says, continuing toward the kitchen. “She’s in a rough spot and needs a place to stay.” I follow Brennan into the kitchen. “Since when did you start providing rescue homes? You don’t even let girls spend the night when you’re done with them, much less move in with you. Are you in love with her or something? Because if that’s the case, this is the stupidest decision you’ve ever made. You’ll get tired of her in a week and then what?” Brennan faces me and calmly holds up a finger. “I told you earlier, it’s not like that. We aren’t together and we never will be together. But she’s important to me and she’s in a tough spot and we’re going to help her, okay?” He takes a bottle of water out of the fridge and opens the cap. “It won’t be that bad. She’s in school and works full-time, so she’ll hardly ever be here. You won’t even notice.” I groan, frustrated, and run my hands down my face. “This is great,” I mumble. “The last thing I need right now is some chick taking over my entire bathroom.” Brennan rolls his eyes and begins walking back toward his bedroom. “It’s a bathroom, Warren. You’re acting like a little shit.” “She hit me!” I say in defense. Brennan turns and cocks an eyebrow. “See what I mean?” He walks into his bedroom and closes the door behind him. The water turns off in the shower, and I hear the curtain slide open. As soon as the door to her bedroom shuts, I walk toward the bathroom. My bathroom. I try to open the door from the living room, but it’s locked from the inside. I walk through my bedroom and check that door, but it’s locked, too. I walk out of my room, straight into her bedroom. My eyes catch a glimpse of her before she screams and pulls a towel in front of her. “What the hell are you doing?” She picks up a shoe and tosses it at me. It hits me in the shoulder, but I don’t even flinch. I ignore her and walk into the bathroom and slam the door shut. I lean against it, lock it behind me, and then close my eyes. Dammit, she’s hot. Why does she have to be hot? And I know it was just a glimpse but . . . she shaves. Everywhere. It’s bad enough I have to share a bathroom with a girl, but now I have to share it with a hot girl? A hot girl who has a severe mean streak? A hot girl with a sick tan and hair so long and thick, it covers up her breasts when it’s wet, and shit, shit, shit. I hate Brennan. I hate Ridge. I also love them for doing this to me. Maybe having her for a roommate could be a good thing. “Hey, asshole!” she yells through the door. “I used all the hot water. Have fun.” Maybe not. I walk to Brennan’s room and swing open the door. He’s packing a suitcase and doesn’t even look at me when I stalk over to him. “What now?” he asks, annoyed. “I need to ask you something and I need you to be completely honest with me.” He sighs and turns to face me. “What is it?” “Have you slept with her?” He looks at me like I’m an idiot. “I already told you no.” I hate that he’s acting so mature and calm about this situation, because my reaction is making me feel really immature. Brennan has always been the immature one. Since the moment I met Ridge . . . God how long ago was that? Ten years? I’m twenty-four, Brennan’s twenty-one . . . yeah. Ten years. I’ve been best friends with them for a decade, and this is the first time I’ve actually felt inferior to Brennan. I don’t like it. I’m the responsible one. Well, not as responsible as Ridge, obviously, but no one is. I do manage Brennan’s band, and I do a hell of a good job of it, so why can’t I seem to control my reactions right now? Because. I know myself, and if I can’t get rid of the new roommate right away, then I’ll more than likely become infatuated with her. And if I’ll be infatuated with her, I need to make sure Brennan isn’t. “You have to be honest with me, because I think you might be in love with her and I need you to tell me you’re not, because I think I might want to kiss her. And touch her. A lot. Like, everywhere.” Brennan’s hands fly to his forehead and he looks at me like I’ve lost my mind. He takes several steps back. “Are you listening to yourself, Warren? I mean, fuck, man! You yell at me three minutes ago because you hate her and don’t want her here, and now you’re saying you want her? Are you bipolar?” He makes a good point. Jesus, what’s wrong with me? I pace the room, trying to figure out a solution. She can’t stay here. But I want her to stay. I can’t share a bathroom with her, but I don’t really want anyone else to share a bathroom with her, either. I’m a little bit selfish, apparently. I pause my frantic pacing and look at Brennan. “Why is she so mean?” Brennan walks over to me and calmly places two hands on my shoulders. “Warren Russell, you need to calm the hell down. You’re starting to freak me out.” I shake my head. “I know. I’m sorry, I just. I don’t want to be attracted to a girl that you’re involved with, so I need to know now if that’s the case because we go too far back to let something like this mess us up. But you also know you can’t just drop a girl that looks like her in my lap, and expect me not to go there in my head. And I just saw her naked and now I’m useless. Ruined. She’s so damn perfect beneath all those clothes and . . .” I look up at him. “I just want to make sure I’m not stepping on any toes when I fantasize about her tonight.” Brennan stares at me, mulling over my admission. He pats me twice on the shoulder and returns to his suitcase. “She’s mean, Warren. Probably the meanest girl I’ve ever met in my life. So if she murders you in your sleep, don’t say I didn’t warn you.” He closes his suitcase and begins to zip it. “She needed a place to stay and we have an extra room. Her life makes mine and Ridge’s look like a cakewalk, so go easy on her.” I take a seat on the edge of his bed. I’m trying to be sympathetic to the situation, but the business manager in me is skeptical. “She just called you out of the blue and asked if she could move in with you? Don’t you think that’s a little suspicious, Brennan? You don’t think it has to do with the band finally making a name for itself?” Brennan glares at me. “She’s not an opportunist, Warren. Trust me on that. And hit on her if you want, I couldn’t care less.” He walks toward the door and grabs his keys off the dresser. “I’ll be back next week after the last show. Do you have our hotel rooms squared up?” I nod. “I emailed you all the confirmation numbers.” “Thanks,” he says as he walks out of the room. I fall back onto the bed and hate the fact that Brennan isn’t into her. That means she’s fair game. I was kind of hoping she wasn’t. But then I smile, because she is.

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Paperback: 160 pages

Publisher: Atria Books; Reprint edition (December 22, 2015)

Language: English

ISBN-10: 1501125710

ISBN-13: 978-1501125713

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5.3 x 0.4 x 8.2 inches

Shipping Weight: 12.6 ounces (View shipping rates and policies)

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Charming, outstanding, hilarious, and…I’m trying to think of another ‘O’ word…orgasmic? No? With this book, maybe…I think my two favorite Colleen Hoover books are novellas. I’m serious. Finding Cinderella was absolutely flawless, and I think that Maybe Not was pretty damn perfect as well. Sometimes you don’t need all the extra stuff, you know. The sides and gravy, all those dressings and nonsense. Sometimes all you need is the meat, the hearty stuff that really fills and nourishes you (no offense to vegetarians – you’re superhuman). Maybe Not was 130 words of hearty goodness.This novella featured two characters (who I loved!) from Maybe Someday, Warren and Bridgette. Warren is a lovable prankster, and Bridgette is, well, an unlovable bitch. He’s free and fun, and she’s tense and angry. A match made in romance heaven. Out of desperation, Bridgette moves into Warren’s apartment, and he finds himself battling (not very hard) not to get hard for his roommate. Of course, Bridgette hates Warren with a fiery passion, and the more heated hatred she throws his way, the hotter he burns for her, and the closer she draws him in.The best part of this book was the sexual tension, which isn’t something I’ve ever said about a Colleen Hoover book. Her signature style of sass, humor and emotion was all over this one, but it was rendered even more awesome by its sexiness. Warren and Bridgette’s love story went from one of playfulness and raunchiness to true connection, which I thought was romantic. I loved that I got to know more about these smaller players, and I got to fall in love with their touching love story. I read this because I wanted something entertaining to distract me for a few hours, but once I’d finished I realized that hidden in this seemingly small and lightweight package was a heartfelt romance.

"I feel like I'm two different people right now. I'm a guy who finds his new roommate insanely attractive, but I'm also a guy who can't stand to be around his b**chy new roommate."When I read Maybe Someday, I instantly loved the character of Warren. He was funny and blunt, I just loved him! I'm so thankful that Colleen decided to write his story.When Bridgette walks into Warren's life, he has no clue what he's up against. She has had a bad upbringing and life hasn't been kind to her. What she doesn't need is a jerk trying to annoy her or try to get into her pants...too bad for her, huh? hehe. Warren can't stand her, and yet, he can't get enough of her either."I've never been more turned on than I am right now. I've also never been more proud of myself than I am right now. Walking away from that mouth and those hungry eyes was the hardest thing I've had to do, but also the most important. I have to keep the upper hand, because that girl has way too much power over me, and she doesn't even know it."The sexual tension was off the charts with these two! Goodness! My heart was racing just waiting for them to finally give into each other. I did love the banter between them, and the pranks."I hate you.""I hated you first.""Don't do that again.""You started it.""You kiss like you're trying to resuscitate a dead cat.""You kiss like you are a dead cat.""You probably screw like a limp noodle.""I screw like I'm Thor."I seriously enjoyed their love/hate relationship! Once Warren gets to know more about Bridgette, he sees her better than anyone ever has. She's not as tough as she seems. Her shell is slowly breaking for him, and he can't wait to be the one to pick up the pieces."Every human has a weakness and I think I just discovered what hers is. Me.""I need her to admit that there's an actual heart inside her chest. And that sometimes it beats for me."All in all, I absolutely loved this novella! I also would not be opposed to having a Brennan novella as well;) Gotta get all the guys in there! I have enjoyed these characters, truly. You never cease to amaze me Colleen!! <3"Have you ever been in love, Bridgette?""It's hard to fall in love with a-holes, Warren.""Maybe you just haven't met the right a-hole yet."

I officially love Warren.Maybe Not by Colleen Hoover was a nice little surprise as I honestly had no idea Hoover was planning to write something from Warren’s point of view. I loved Warren in Maybe Someday and everything about this novella made me happy.This book overlaps a bit with Maybe Someday but is all new because it focuses on Warren and Bridgette. We got a peek into Warren’s personality in the other book but this is full on Warren and I enjoyed every minute of it. From the pranks, to his friendship with Ridge, to how he finally breaks down the walls that Bridgette has put up…It was perfect. I have to admit – I love knowing why Warren was really watching all of that porn. It’s good to know that he had a purpose…other than watching the porn, that is.I also loved that we got to learn more about Bridgette. In the other book we only get tiny glimpses of her interactions with Ridge and Sydney and I have to admit, I was happy to get more information about how she fits into the puzzle and ultimately ended up living with the guys.If you enjoyed Maybe Someday I think you will definitely enjoy this. I don’t typically write reviews of novellas – mostly because I find it hard to review a story of this length but I had to share my thoughts. Definitely check this one out when you can!

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