New Release + Double Review: P.S. I Hate You by Winter Renshaw

Dear Isaiah,

Eight months ago, you were just a soldier about to be deployed and I was just a waitress, sneaking you free pancakes and hoping you wouldn’t notice that my gaze was lingering a little too long.

But you did notice.

We spent a “week of Saturdays” together before you left, and we said goodbye on day eight, exchanging addresses at the last minute.

I saved every letter you ever sent, your words quickly becoming my religion.

But you went radio silent on me months ago, and then you had the audacity to walk into my diner yesterday and act like you’d never seen me in your life.

To think … I almost loved you and your beautifully complicated soul.

Almost.

Whatever your reason is—I hope it’s a good one.

Maritza the Waitress

PS – I hate you, and this time … I mean it.

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A perfect mix of sweet, funny, and a pinch of angst! I devoured P.S. I hate you. I started thinking I’d have a nice weekend read and ended up reading the entire book in one sitting. Isiah and Maritza were too irresistible to put down for even a moment! I had so much fun reading this.

The sparks between these two were immediate, but they were complete opposites in every way. Isiah the ever serious, no emotions, loner and Maritza the bubbly, optimistic sweetheart. These two clashed but had an undeniable chemistry despite them trying to fight it. What started as funny with great banter quickly turned also adorable and sweet along with HOT!

I loved their “friendship” and melted even more as that grew into something much deeper despite their denial. I was captivated by their story, glued to the pages from start to finish!

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P.S. I Hate You is one of those real stories, it invokes real feelings and leaves you in compete bliss when it’s over. The love develops from friendship and fun first, which is a nice change of pace. Maritza isn’t looking for anything except herself. Isaiah is just looking to fill his time off from the military with drinks and women until he goes back. A chance meeting and two pancakes later as well as a fender bender starts an amazing week of Saturdays. Maritza talks him into filling his week with nothing but fun. A beautiful friendship emerges between a fun spirited woman and a cold grumpy man. A friendship that against all odds turns into love.

Maritza is amazing. She’s fun, honest, blunt, and a bit sassy. On the flip side you have Isaiah. He’s cold, grumpy, serious, and a stick in the mud. While trying to find herself, Maritza helps Isaiah find himself. The over the top cheesy outings really bring out both of them. While he’s deployed they send each other letters, P.S. I Hate You. Everything about this book I enjoyed. It was sweet and romantic without being overly so. The friendship that emerges between them is beautiful as it is unexpected. Even though it’s a slow burn, it was done perfectly. The plot twist threw me at first, then I got into it and loved finding out the secrets Isaiah held close to his chest. He’s had a rough go of it.

I hated leaving Maritza and Isaiah and yet felt happy for them as well. The writing, chatacters, and banter were all great. I really felt like I was watching a movie instead of reading a book!

There’s no denying something’s there, something that makes my heart trot when he looks at me, something that makes me slick on an extra coat of lip balm or an extra spritz of perfume before dashing out the door to meet him.
And wh
I’m the one who made the rules—no romance and only honesty at all times—I’m the one who can’t stop thinking about what would happen if we broke one of them.
Only p
em is, I have zero idea if he’s thinking what I’m thinking. He’s so even-keeled and emotionally guarded, but they say actions speak louder than words and the fact that he’s here, spending time with me doing stupid shit has to count for something … right?
“Why a
ou staring like that?” Isaiah asks when he turns around.
My che
warm. I’d been spacing off. “No reason.”
“Bulls
You can’t lie, remember? Tell me what you were thinking about.” His lips draw into a playful smirk, and I can’t decide if I like his mysterious side or his spirited side best. It’s like trying to choose between white chocolate and milk chocolate, which are both delicious in their own ways.
“You d
want to know.”
And I’
rious. He doesn’t want to know that I’m thinking about him in a way that I was determined not to. Besides, he’s leaving in a few days. There’s no point in ruining the rest of our time together by making this situation unnecessarily complicated.
“Try m
he says, his stare boring into me. Something tells me he’s not going to let this go.
Giving
elf a moment, I gather my thoughts and nibble on my lower lip. “I was just thinking about connections.”
“Conne
ns?” His hands rest on his hips, his shoulders parallel with mine. I have his full, undivided attention.
“I was
t thinking about how I hardly know you, but I feel connected to you,” I say, cringing on the inside but fully embracing the discomfiture of this conversation.
He say
thing, which doesn’t make this moment any less awkward for the both of us.
“You a
!” I remind him, throwing my hands up.
Anothe
ment passes, the two of us lingering next to some hairy elephant-looking creature with a long-as-hell scientific name as a group of children runs past us.
“Now I
t to know what you’re thinking about.” I nudge his arm. “It’s only fair.”
He smi
then it fades, and he gazes into the distance. It’s like there’s something on the tip of his tongue, but if I push or prod too much, he’ll never share it.
“Nothi
Maritza. I was thinking about nothing.”
I don’
y it, but I don’t press any further. I want to burn this awkward moment into a pile of ash and move on.
“Are
oing to remember me after this week?” I ask after a bout of silence.
His go
irises glint as his eyes narrow in my direction. “What kind of question is that?”
“A leg
ne,” I say. “Will you remember me? Or am I always just going to be that waitress girl that you hung out with for a week?”
“Don’t
nk I could forget you if I tried.” He speaks in such a way that I’m not sure if what he’s saying is a good thing or a bad thing. “Can I be honest right now?”
“You m
It’s a requirement.”
Isaiah
ongue grazes his full lips for a quick second and he holds my gaze for what feels like forever. “I don’t want to make this any more confusing for either of us, but I feel like kissing you right now.”
I figh
smile. I don’t want to smile. I want to scoff at him and tell him to stop being such a hypocrite.
But th
only half of me.
The ot
half of me wants him to kiss me, wants his hands in my hair and his taste on my tongue just one more time because we’ll never have this moment again and once it’s gone, it’s gone forever.

Wall Street Journal and #1 Amazon bestselling author Winter Renshaw is a bona fide daydream believer. She lives somewhere in the middle of the USA and can rarely be seen without her trusty Mead notebook and ultra portable laptop. When she’s not writing, she’s living the American dream with her husband, three kids, and the laziest puggle this side of the Mississippi.

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