Release Blitz + Review: "To Have and to Hate" by R.S. Grey

I am thrilled to participate in today's release blitz celebrating the publication of R.S. Grey's latest standalone novel, "To Have and to Hate." I love marriage of convenience stories, so when I found out that one of my favorite authors was writing one, I was beyond excited to get my hands on it. As expected, she handled this trope masterfully (as she does all of her stories), and it turned out to be my favorite R.S. Grey book yet.

 

Thanks to a complex web of family secrets and lies, the beginning of the story found lead character Elizabeth Brighton in the tremendously awkward position of preparing to marry a virtual stranger, Walter "Walt" Jennings II. In theory, it was supposed to be a simple arrangement; marry Walt, gain access to the trust that would save her family from total financial ruin, and then move on with her post-graduate school life (separately from her "husband," of course). Soon after the wedding, however, Elizabeth realized that she needed help and had no one to ask aside from Walt, whom she was only supposed to contact in case of an emergency. She didn't let that stop her and reached out to him anyway, setting the stage for a fantastic slow burn, enemies-to-lovers romance that I couldn't put down.

I can't recommend "To Have and to Hate" highly enough for all fans of contemporary romance and romantic comedy. This book will definitely find a place on my "favorite books of 2021" list, and I can't wait to see what R.S. Grey comes up with next!

 

*Review copy provided by the author via InkSlingerPR.  All opinions expressed are my own.

 

 

About "To Have and to Hate"

Marry a man I barely know to save my family from ruin.
It might’ve been simple, if my betrothed were anybody else.

On our wedding day, my husband-to-be arrived at the courthouse like a black cloud rolling over Manhattan. Walt didn’t crack smiles or pepper in pleasantries as we exchanged hollow vows in front of the judge.

His disdain for me was so palpable I assumed we’d walk out of that ceremony and resume our regularly scheduled programming. But then fate was like, Hold my beer. I got this.

In desperate need of help and with nowhere else to turn, I had no choice but to ignore a crucial rule in our contract: I shall only contact Mr. Jennings II in case of emergency. But hey, what’s a little fine print between husband and wife?

Turns out, Walt’s a stickler for legalese—I think it might be his love language. Oh, and his attitude at the courthouse wasn’t a put-on. My so-called husband is a jerk. He takes what he wants without giving any consideration to other people—specifically ME, his blushing, contractually-obligated bride!

I knew life with Walt would be no honeymoon, but a marriage of any sort should still come with a few standard guarantees:

To have and to hold.
For richer or poorer.
In sickness and in health.

But after experiencing Walt’s version of wedded bliss, I say let’s forget about all that lovey-dovey crap and just take me straight to death do us part.