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Ugly Love: A Novel [Format Kindle]

Colleen Hoover
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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.

Revue de presse

"Only Colleen Hoover can pack that much brilliance into one novel." (Jamie McGuire #1 New York Times Bestselling Author of Beautiful Disaster)

“Hoover builds a terrific new-adult world here with two people growing in their careers and discovering mature love.” (Booklist (starred review))

"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.” (Aestas, blog review)

“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.” (Natasha is a Book Junkie, blog review)

“Colleen Hoover once again proves she’s a master storyteller in her best and boldest work to date.” (Vilma’s Book Blog)

“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.” (Me, My Shelf, & I, blog review)

“I fell in love with this book from the very first chapter.” (Owl Always be Reading, blog review)

"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.” (Lovin Los Libros, blog review)

“ 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.” (A Literary Perusal, blog review)

"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!” (True Story Book Blog, blog tour review)

"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!” (The Real Housewives of Romance, blog tour review)

“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.” (Kayla’s Reads & Reviews, blog tour review)

“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.” (Reading Books like a Boss, blog review)

“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.” (Nestled in a Book, blog review)

“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.” (Readers Live a 1000 Lives, blog tour review)

“I’m not sure my heart will ever forget this book. Incredible read!!!” (Flirty and Dirty Book Blog, blog tour review)

“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.” (The Scarlet Siren, blog tour review)

"Ugly Love carries the kinship of stellar writing, (poetry, really), searing emotion, and a story that hits you in your very core.” (I Heart Big Books, blog tour review)

"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!” (Shh Mom’s Reading, blog tour review)

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Par Julie - Forum Boulevard des Passions TOP 500 COMMENTATEURS
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Ce que j’adore chez Colleen Hoover, c’est qu’elle est capable de transformer des histoires terribles en romances superbes qui vous font chavirer.

Tate, une jeune femme de 23 ans, infirmière et étudiante, emménage avec son frère pour quelques mois. Le soir même où elle débarque, elle découvre un homme ivre endormi sur le pas de la porte. Cet homme, c’est Miles, l’un des meilleurs amis de son frère, un pilote comme lui… et l’homme auquel elle ne va pas pouvoir résister.

Dès le départ, en suivant l’histoire à travers les yeux de Tate, nous comprenons que Miles est un homme brisé. Il vit sa vie sans vraiment… vivre. Il n’a pas été avec une femme depuis six ans. Son ami le croit même gay. Son appartement est vide. Tate va venir bouleverser cette vie sans saveur. L’attraction entre eux est forte, mais Miles fixe les règles. Ce qu’il y a entre eux n’est que du sexe. Il ne l’aimera jamais, ne lui fait aucune promesse, et elle ne doit pas tomber amoureuse de lui.

Miles ne révèle rien de son passé. Il haït les questions. Il les esquive et n’en pose pas non plus à Tate. Cette dernière l’accepte. Parce qu’il la fascine. Parce qu’elle ne peut pas lui résister… et parce qu’elle va progressivement tomber amoureuse de lui malgré ses mises en garde.

Ce roman est raconté à deux voix, entre passé et présent. D’un côté, nous avons Tate qui nous raconte son histoire. De l’autre, nous avons Miles, qui raconte les évènements s’étant produit six ans plus tôt.

C’est le genre de roman qui vous déchire un peu plus le cœur à chaque page.
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5.0 étoiles sur 5 You made ugly love wonderfull! 8 août 2014
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Dear Colleen,

What have you done?

Every time someone is asking why I read that much I have a hard time explaining my addiction; you however have nailed it. UGLY LOVE is why I read. UGLY LOVE is the kind of romance I am not ashamed but proud reading. UGLY LOVE is everything I am looking for in a book.

It made me CRY!

It made me DREAM!

YOU made me CRAVE for more MILES and TATE!

I do not cry when I read. Crying for a fictional character is ridiculous. Well until Colleen Hoover! This is her second book that made me cry!
I am following her posts on Facebook. She is a great person fun and so normal! I was expecting this book since I saw the picture showing the End on her screen... and then I was disappointed when I read the plot... I was thinking what that is a girl spending time with a guy who obviously doesn't want to love the girl. I thought CRAP what is Colleen doing this is not what I want to read from you.
But I trust that what she writes is great so I preordered it and got excited and got it the day before my birthday: It was my present to myself! Well, no, it was Colleens present for me!

So the story is NOT about a prick that is unwilling to love; it is about a wonderful man and a sweet woman, sometimes too sweet, but they are amazing together.
What I enjoyed most is that I understood the feelings, the environment. The story was amazingly well paced, not too fast, nor too slow. It is so close to perfect...

The story of now is mostly told by Tate, the story of then by Miles. The way Miles part is told can be strange at first, but it fists his memories so well...
I love the characters Colleen Hoover creates! All of them are so real, so different, so amazing!
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5.0 étoiles sur 5 A high five for a beautiful story 16 août 2014
Par Nathou VOIX VINE
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J'ai aimé, beaucoup à la folie! Pour une fois, voici une histoire romantique bien écrite, avec personnages qui ont de la matière (grise) et beaucoup de profondeur et de beauté dans les sentiments. Beaucoup de souffrance aussi. Le livre alterne deux points de vue, celui de Tate, étudiante infirmière et Miles, pilote de ligne. Miles est incapable d'aimer, et une histoire d'un soir se transforme envers et contre toute attente en une magnifique histoire d'amour, belle et déchirante à la fois. Je ne connaissais pas cet auteur et je vais maintenant me renseigner sur les autres ouvrages qu'elle a publiés, par curiosité mais aussi avec anticipation! Une fois le livre ouvert, impossible de le fermer...
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5.0 étoiles sur 5 Presque le coup de coeur ! 28 octobre 2014
Par Eva
Well, well, well... une profonde histoire très addictive. Pour ma part, je trouve que le changement de point de vue et de temps m'a beaucoup plus. Même si on sait d'avance comment ça va finir, Colleen nous mets les nerfs et le coeur en miette. Premier livre de l'auteur en VO que je lis et j'adore! Elle a une écriture tellement fluide, elle sait jouer avec les mots, les émotions. Tout est beau en VO, un petit bijoux.
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5.0 étoiles sur 5 Every drop is perfection. 5 août 2014
Par Jessica Sotelo (Angie and Jessica's Dreamy Reads) - Publié sur
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Ugly Love is further proof that Colleen Hoover can write anything. Her stories are never redundant. Ugly Love is her eighth book to date, but each book is so meticulously crafted. She and her stories exemplify what a true writer is, the kind that puts every ounce of her soul into her words, who focuses on creating a beautiful story, rather than whipping out a laundry list of subpar titles at rapid fire speed. You know what you're getting with this author... quality, beauty, perfection, everything... every single time. And that is why we wait with baited breath for her every word.

"A guy folding laundry while flaunting his abs and being a pilot is seriously impressive."

Ugly Love is the story of Miles and Tate... Miles, an airline pilot who can't love; Tate, a nurse who believes she can handle that. I've loved every single male character that Colleen Hoover has ever thought up, but there was something about Miles right away that grabbed me. Maybe it was his dark, brooding, quiet personality. Maybe it was his tall, sexy demeanor that captivated me. Maybe it's the walls he puts up that I felt compelled to see torn down. Likely, it's all of that. From the very first time we're introduced, I knew I wanted to see this man picked apart, I wanted to understand him. Tate is a character that the reader will connect with immediately. She's the girl next door, literally. She's no nonsense, what you see is what you get. There were moments where I thought she was weak, but now I know she's just real. She does exactly what any woman would do in her situation. The situation being Miles Archer.

His eyes focus on mine for several seconds. "Don't ask about my past," he says firmly. "And never expect a future."

Colleen Hoover creates these well developed characters with quirks and mannerisms, and their own individual random thoughts that make them so unlike any of her other characters before... which makes me wonder what the inside of her brain looks like, that she has the capacity to create so many different people, and so many different stories, and make them all so fresh and new and original. Even the secondary characters add such complexity and depth to this story line. Cap's humor, Corbin's over protective nature, Ian's loyalty, Dillon's despicable pattern, Mr. & Mrs. Collins' wit, the mystery that is Rachel, Mr. Archer's failures.... all combine with the distinct personalities of Tate and Miles to make for a layered, beautiful story full of witty banter, humor, drama and angst.

"I know I'm definitely attracted to him and can't think of anyone else in my life I'd rather have casual, meaningless sex with than my airline pilot, laundry folding neighbor."

This author is not one that tends to write pages and pages of smut and sex. Her stories don't demand sex scenes and her words keep the reader completely enthralled without it. But it should be noted in big bold letters somewhere that the lady can do it when the situation calls for it. She writes some seriously steamy scenes in this book. But those scenes are fluid, consistent with the beauty of the rest of the story. There's no distinction between the more intimate moments and the rest of the prose... it's all fluid. It's never smut for the sake of smut. It's another facet of this complex love story, and it's told perfectly.

"I suppose if a man lived through the ugliest side of love, he might never want to experience it again."

The writing in this book is almost lyrical. It washes over the reader like water, like music. Liquid. It flows and seeps in until you're saturated with it. Every single word perfectly placed and perfectly paced. The story ebbs and flows. Right along with Tate, the reader is given just a little taste of what could be, before it's taken away... and Tate and I are reminded of what Miles is never going to be capable of, what he'll never be willing to give. It's a slow building, tense, emotional journey through the waters of this ugly love story. There's nothing smooth or serene or calm about Ugly Love... only what Tate gives to Miles, but he fails to see. It's rough seas and unpredictable currents the whole way through. And the riptide, the underlying tragedy that will inevitably pull everyone under is so heartbreaking and raw. But despite the ugliness and the sadness and the despair, Colleen Hoover keeps us afloat with tiny ripples of hope that even though we know we shouldn't, we cling to that hope like a life raft.

Not surprisingly, Ugly Love is another stellar, unputdownable, unforgettable, beautiful story by Colleen Hoover. This story is everything. It's a slow build of sexual tension. It's angst. It's love... both beautiful and ugly. It's sad. It's hopeful. It's wit and humor and snarky dialogue. It's heart-gripping and it's painful. It's frustration and joy and forgiveness. It's everything we've come to expect, and it's the completely unexpected that we associate with Colleen Hoover. I loved every single drop of it.
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5.0 étoiles sur 5 Colleen Hoover is a literary genius and Ugly Love is her best work yet! 5 août 2014
Par Brandie - Publié sur
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Perfection. Absolutely amazing and there aren't enough stars to rate this book. It was an honor to get the chance to read an advanced copy, and I'm still thinking about Miles and Tate's story days after finishing.

I always have really high expectations when I pick up a new Colleen Hoover book. She hasn’t let me down once, and it’s no exception with the perfection that is Ugly Love. This book wrecked me and amazed me all at once. It is powerful, sexy, mysterious, emotional & heart-wrenching. I have always said that Colleen Hoover has the best way of pulling you into her stories with her poetic writing, and once again I felt like I was in this book, living this story, with Miles and Tate. The book is told in dual POV’s with most of Mile’s chapters being flashbacks to his past. I love how the story went back and forth, because it made for a suspenseful read that was hard to put down.

I also love that she continues to write unique story lines. I have been finding it a challenge to enjoy the NA genre lately, and have been chalking it up to just a phase I’m going through. But, I think my problem is that I needed a book like this to remind me why I fell in love with this genre in the first place. It is books like this that make me love to read and want to recommend her books to EVERYONE I KNOW. The beauty that is this book just solidifies why Colleen is my absolute favorite author.

We first meet Tate, who is moving in with her brother with plans to get a new start on life – get her masters, work her butt off as a nurse, and eventually get her own place. And it’s the day she moves into her brother’s place that she has her first encounter with Miles, who is passed out drunk in front of her door. First impressions are sometimes very deceiving and Tate immediately saw there was something painful and sad about Miles.

Miles is a pilot – sexy, brooding, and mysterious. He’s suffered something horrible in his past, and we’re given little glimpses of this in each of Mile’s chapters. The build up to figuring out what happened to cause this man so much suffering is intense, and it kept me wanting more, wanting to just finish so I could find out what broke this man. I loved his intensity. It made me want to know more about him, figure out what was going on in his head.

Miles is friends with Tate’s brother (who’s also a pilot), and lives across the hall from them, so naturally they start seeing each other more. They can’t deny there’s an attraction between them. But Miles makes it clear that he’s not willing to have any kind of relationship. So, they agree on a sex only arrangement, and he sets two rules: don’t ever ask about my past and don’t ever expect a future. Now, what woman in her right mind would go for that, right? Well, Tate wasn’t looking for a relationship because she was focused on her career and getting her life together. She initially thinks this is a perfect agreement. But things get complicated and Tate finds it’s impossible not to fall head over heels for this man.

Because of Miles past, he’s unwilling to move on and refuses any hope for a future that won’t cause him more pain. But Tate starts to get under his skin and makes it harder for him to keep his walls up. It’s all of the subtle moments they have together that melted me. His looks, his rare smiles, the way he was so protective of her. And I’d be remiss if I didn’t mention how hot they were together. Their chemistry was powerful and when they were together, it was scorching.

This book was so emotional and intense (but in the best way possible). ‘Intense’ seems to be my theme for the book but I don’t know of any other more perfect word to describe how it felt to me. And not a lot of books can move me to tears, but this one most definitely made me cry. My heart broke for Miles and then in the next minute it was bursting with love and hope for him and Tate. The heartache is worth every single minute of reading. Although I did love Tate, it’s clear that Miles made this book for me. An incredible and beautiful story – I am blown away once again by Colleen Hoover and her ability to write the perfect novel. If you haven't preordered this book - I recommend you do so immediately!

Some of my favorite quotes:
”If you love me more today than you loved me yesterday, then I can’t wait for tomorrow.”
”God gives us the ugliness so we don’t take the beautiful things in life for granted.”
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5.0 étoiles sur 5 Heart sewn back together by tear stained threads... 5 août 2014
Par S.Colletti - Publié sur
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If you were to ask me what my favorite Colleen Hoover book was, the answer was always Hopeless. Hopeless hit me in ways a book has never done before. I had the whole Joey from friends moment when I wanted to put in the freezer and keep it in time out because a book should never make you FEEL that much!!! My friend asked me while I was in the middle of reading if Ugly Love was better than Hopeless because I think she knew my love for it, and I told her she couldn't ask me questions like that. It's not fair. I told her I would give her an answer when I finished. So yeah. Just finished Ugly Love and it made me feel feel feel until I was




into a puddle of emotions. My stomach didn't hurt while reading it. My chest did.

Miles. I can't. He stirred up so many emotions for me in the end, I couldn't even concentrate. I would veer off into a thought of the previous paragraph when starting a new one and would have to start over. I was THAT into it.

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2.0 étoiles sur 5 I loved all of her previous books 7 août 2014
Par Amazon Customer - Publié sur
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2.5 stars

Let me just say that I'm a HUGE fan of colleen hoover, I loved all of her previous books, my favorite one being "Hopeless". I knew what i was getting myself into when I started reading the book. When i heard this was going to be a "friends with benefits" thing, i was like : ok, colleen is going to show her steamier side, i like it. AND it WAS sexy, and let me just say-colleen knows how to write some good sex scenes. BUT that's also part of the problem that I had, every scene that Tate and Miles had together were about them having sex, or them staring at each other, or them arguing. I couldn't feel the connection between the two main characters, at all. I think i felt more connection between Rachel(his first love) and Miles. Their love was more epic, and there was more dialogue-even though their chapters were short-i felt their connection. Tate wasn't a strong character, she was weak when it came to Miles, always forgiving him when he was being a Jerk. I like my main female characters to be strong. Some people may say that she was strong because she never gave up on him, it all depends on the reader, you know?. Yes, Miles did have a horrible past that can traumatize any person, i felt for him, i really did, but it wasn't enough to overshadow the problems that i had with the book. Miles POV which was based 6 years prior(which is how we meet Rachel) was sometimes annoying. I'm not a big fan of poetry, i don't even know what that was, was it poetry? i don't know. Sometimes it flowed well, but sometimes it didn't. Like i said, i'm not a big fan of poetry so that may be me being biased. Maybe this book shouldn't have been about "friends with benefits"?. To be honest i don't know why Tate was even in the book, they were always having sex. I really, really, REALLY needed some dialogue. It was an ok book. It was sometimes entertaining, i think Cap was the scene stealer in this one. Some people did love it, so don't let me deter you from reading this book.

The ending felt rushed as well. Miles pleading Tate for forgiveness, Tate forgiving him easily-it would've been nice to read a scene where Miles finally tells Tate about his past, i wanted to see Tate's reaction and how she would handle it. Then the story skips six months later, where we read about Miles proposing to Tate. I felt like i missed something, i REALLY wanted to read about the development of their relationship. We also get an epilogue from Miles POV( more than 2 years later) where we read about his daughter's birth, and how his daughter helped him realize that beautiful moments make up for the ugly love. It was all rushed for me, unfortunately. And when he said that Tate brought him back to life? more like brought him back to having sex( he was celibate for 6 yrs.), she definitely helped him with that; but i couldn't see how she brought him back to life. Dialogue people! dialogue! :(
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5.0 étoiles sur 5 Another 6 STAR, MUST READ by Colleen Hoover!! 5 août 2014
Par Giselle Gonzalez (Hopeless Book Lovers) - Publié sur
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Before starting my journey with Ugly Love, I must admit, I was absolutely terrified. Terrified because, based on the reviews and teasers I had already read, I knew this book would probably rip my heart out and give it back to me in pieces. My fear was justified after reading Ugly Love because my heart was indeed ripped apart, overflowed with emotion, and handed back to me as an emotionally tired and aching mess.

When writing a book review, the book you are writing the review on should be on your mind, that’s not a bad thing, but Ugly Love has infiltrated my mind so completely that it’s almost distracting. I don’t even know what to write about or where to start because I just keep on thinking about the story, the characters, the conflict, the writing, the ugliness and beauty that is Ugly Love.

What I love about Colleen Hoover’s writing is that she leaves no emotion untouched and you feel every single word, paragraph, and page. Ugly Love was no exception. I felt everything from hate to love, and lust to absolute agony.

Ugly Love placed a huge weight on my heart and soul, which I felt, and still feel, in every fiber of my being. It’s only been an hour since I finished reading it and I’m already contemplating a re-read. THAT is how amazing this novel was.

Ugly Love is rough and gentle, tempestuous and calm. Ugly Love is like that time you went to the beach when you were younger and dived into a wave, but the wave is rougher than you thought it would be, so you get caught in it. By the time you get out of the wave your hearts pumping like you just ran a marathon, and you don’t know whether you just had the greatest thrill of a lifetime or the greatest heart attack.

Miles Archer. Miles Archer broke my heart and put it back together. His story was devastating and tragic and reading it was like a shot to the heart. Miles is a mystery that you are just dying to unravel and he is definitely book boyfriend material. I found Miles Archer’s character to be almost a combination of Will Cooper (Slammed series) and Dean Holder (Hopeless series). His chapters showed us a sweet and poetic side, much like Will, and he also had a mysterious, sensual side that just screamed Holder.

“Don’t ask about my past,” he says firmly. “And never expect a future.”

Tate Collins didn’t hold anything back. She had no filter and I loved every second of it. My heart felt every emotion alongside Tate and oh did she have to go through some heart-wrenching moments. Falling for a guy like Miles Archer is no easy thing to go through, but I honestly think she handled every moment and situation as best as she could.

“I’m not Tate when I’m near Miles. I’m liquid, and liquid doesn’t know how to be firm or stand up for itself. Liquid flows. That’s all I want to do with Miles. Flow.”

These characters were flawed. They were not perfect, and to me, imperfect characters create for a perfect story.

I could go on and on about how much I adored this novel and describe in detail why and what scenes I loved, but this is one of those stories where going in blind, and head-first is the best approach. Ugly Love will leave you breathless, gasping for air, frustrated beyond belief, and wanting more. Every sentence in this novel had me addicted and captivated.

Ugly Love left no emotion untouched. It was intense, emotional, heart-wrenching, and also steamy as hell! This is Colleen Hoovers sexiest novel yet, and dare I say…possibly her best? I wouldn’t want to make Will or Holder jealous so I’ll keep that opinion to myself. ;)

Ugly Love was one of my most anticipated novels for year and it is another 6 STAR, MUST READ by Colleen Hoover!! It’s one of those books I wish I could undo from reading just so I can read it and experience it again for the first time. Ugly Love will have you shedding tears and flying in love.
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