Ali Hazelwood

From the New York Times bestselling author of The Love Hypothesis comes a new steamy, STEMinist novella… Nothing like a little rivalry between scientists to take love to the next level. Mara, Sadie, and Hannah are friends first, scientists always. Though their fields of study might take them to different corners of the world, they can all agree on this universal truth: when it comes to love and science, opposites attract and rivals make you burn… Logically, Sadie knows that civil engineers are supposed to build bridges. However, as a woman of STEM she also understands that variables can change, and when you are stuck for hours in a tiny New York elevator with the man who broke your heart, you earn the right to burn that brawny, blond bridge to the ground. Erik can apologize all he wants, but to quote her rebel leader—she’d just as soon kiss a Wookiee. Not even the most sophisticated of Sadie’s superstitious rituals could have predicted such a disastrous reunion. But while she refuses to acknowledge the siren call of Erik’s steely forearms or the way his voice softens when he offers her his sweater, Sadie can’t help but wonder if there might be more layers to her cold-hearted nemesis than meet the eye. Maybe, possibly, even burned bridges can still be crossed…. To read Mara and Hannah’s stories look for the novellas Under One Roof, available now, and Below Zero, coming soon from Berkley!

The STEMinist Novellas #2

Stuck with You

nanafark

“I only knew you for twenty-four hours, but I’ve never missed anyone so much.“

Julia <3

He holds the condom out to me and I accept it without thinking. 

The foil is golden. Trojan, it says. And underneath: Magnum. Which maybe explains a lot.

From the New York Times bestselling author of The Love Hypothesis comes a new steamy, STEMinist novella…

Nothing like a little rivalry between scientists to take love to the next level.

Mara, Sadie, and Hannah are friends first, scientists always. Though their fields of study might take them to different corners of the world, they can all agree on this universal truth: when it comes to love and science, opposites attract and rivals make you burn…
 
Logically, Sadie knows that civil engineers are supposed to build bridges. However, as a woman of STEM she also understands that variables can change, and when you are stuck for hours in a tiny New York elevator with the man who broke your heart, you earn the right to burn that brawny, blond bridge to the ground. Erik can apologize all he wants, but to quote her rebel leader—she’d just as soon kiss a Wookiee.
 
Not even the most sophisticated of Sadie’s superstitious rituals could have predicted such a disastrous reunion. But while she refuses to acknowledge the siren call of Erik’s steely forearms or the way his voice softens when he offers her his sweater, Sadie can’t help but wonder if there might be more layers to her cold-hearted nemesis than meet the eye. Maybe, possibly, even burned bridges can still be crossed….
 
To read Mara and Hannah’s stories look for the novellas Under One Roof, available now, and Below Zero, coming soon from Berkley!

Keira 💫

“You think I would be okay with you putting yourself in danger?” At baseline, Erik is not exactly a warm, convivial guy, but I had no idea he could sound like this. Deceptively calm, but furiously, icily livid. He leans forward as if to better glare at me, and his hand reaches up to close around the handrail, knuckles stretched white. I have a brief vision of him snapping it in two.

His anger, of course, gives me anger FOMO and makes me just as angry. So I lean forward, too. “I don’t see why not.”

“Really, Sadie? You don’t? You don’t fucking see why I wouldn’t be okay letting you, out of all people—” He looks away abruptly, jaw tense, a muscle ticking in his cheek. His hair, I notice, is shorter than when I touched it. And I think he might have lost a bit of weight. And I cannot, I truly cannot bear how handsome he is. “Would you really rather do something that idiotic and reckless than be in here with me for a few more minutes?” he asks, turning back to me, voice icy and calm again.

Of course not, I almost blurt out. I’m not some horror movie not-quite-final girl who follows the DEATH THIS WAY sign only to be flabbergasted when an ax murderer chops off her leg. I’m usually a responsible, levelheaded person—usually being the key word, because right now I’m kind of tempted to run into the loving, ax-wielding bosom of a serial killer. Rationally I know that Erik is right: we won’t be stuck in here for long, and someone is bound to come get us. But then I remember how betrayed and disappointed I felt in the days after he did what he did. I remember crying on the phone with Mara. Crying on the phone with Hannah. Crying on the phone with Mara and Hannah.

Being here with him seems just as reckless as anything else, honestly. Which is how I find myself shrugging and saying, “Kind of, yeah.”

I expect Erik to get angry again. To tell me that I’m being foolish. To make one of those dry jokes of his that made me laugh every time. Instead he takes me by surprise: He looks away guiltily. Then he presses his index and forefinger in his eyes, like he’s suddenly, overwhelmingly exhausted, and murmurs quietly, “Fuck, Sadie. I’m sorry.”

“Would you like a bite? I don’t mind sharing.”

“Really? You don’t mind sharing my own famously disgusting croissant with me?”

“What can I say?” I grin. “I’m a generous soul.”

He shakes his head. And then adds, as though it just occurred to him, “I know a really good French bistro.”

“They have a bakery, too.”My body perks up and tingles. 

“They make excellent croissants. I go there often.”

“No, it’s . . . when you write your last name, are there cool, fancy letters in it?” I blurt the question out and instantly regret it. I’m not even sure what I’m asking. I’ll just roll with it, I guess?

“It has an n. And a w. Are they considered fancy?”

He nods. “What about the k? It’s my favorite letter.”

“Er, yeah. That’s fancy, too.” Still boring.

“Uh, well, I guess the a is . . .”

His mouth is twitching. Again. He’s teasing me. Again. I hate him.“Damn you,” I say without heat.

He’s almost smiling. “No umlauts. No diacritics. No Møller. Or Kiærskou. Or Adelsköld. Though I did go to school with them.” I nod, vaguely disappointed. 

Till he asks: “Disappointed?” and then I can’t help hiding behind my croissant and laughing. When I’m done he’s definitely smiling, and he says, “You should really eat that. Or you’ll lose your client and NASA’s next rocket will explode.”

“I see.” He presses his lips together and nods thoughtfully. “More or less embarrassing than you assuming I don’t speak English?”

The swift and violent death I was talking about earlier? I need it now. “I am so, so sorry about that. I really didn’t—”

“Thank. You,” I say, very, very slowly, like when my mom’s side of the family, the one that never immigrated to the U.S., attempts to speak Italian with me. “For”—I lift the croissant in front of my face—“this. Thank”—I point at the Viking—“you. You are very”—I tilt my head and scrunch my nose happily—“nice.” He stares even longer, pensive. I don’t think he got it. “You don’t understand, do you?” I murmur to myself dejectedly. “Well, thank you again. You really did me a solid there.” I lift the croissant one last time, like I’m toasting him. Then I turn around and begin to walk away.

“You’re welcome. Although you’ll find that the croissant leaves much to be desired.”

I whirl back to him. Blondie the Viking is looking at me with an indecipherable expression. “D-did you just speak?”

I feel my soul crawl outside my body to astral project itself into the burning flames of hell out of pure, sheer embarrassment. “You . . . you weren’t saying anything. Before.” 

He shrugs. His eyes are calm and serious. The span of his shoulders could easily moonlight as a plateau in Eurasia. “You didn’t ask a question.” His grammar is better than mine and I am withering inside.

“I thought . . . It seemed . . . I . . .” I close my eyes, remembering the way I mimicked the word nice for him. I think I want to die. I want this to be over. Yes, my time has come. “I am very grateful.”

“You probably won’t be, once you try the croissant.”

“No, I . . .” I wince. “I know it’s not good.”

“Now,” he says, gaze locked with mine, “we wait.”It’s 10:45 on a Friday night. And for the third time in less than ten minutes, my world crashes to an end.

ali hazelwood’s formula for romance just works

開花

I also thought this was a cute novella. But again, I enjoyed the first book in the series more. I liked Hannah and Erik together, but I honestly felt like something was missing in their relationship. I think if the book had been longer, it would have been better but since it was a novella it makes sense that we didn't get a lot of insight. It was a little fun reading about a female engineer since that is what I am going to school for.

Maggie Hotmer

Jennifer Gosnell

Really fun! Took awhile to get into and I’m not entirely sure why he was immediately so obsessed with her… but… it was fun!

It was not offensive, just pointless. Like, those really are getting together fics but I - and I cannot stress this enough - do not know who those people are. Also can we, please, discuss how he she always makes the men be secretly absolutely gone for the exceptionally smart but also conventionally pretty / hot protagonists; there is just not much to that dynamic.

Sofia Kim

Paragraphs of how tiny the FL is and how huge the ML is. I don't mind that whole he's-so-big and me-so-tiny schticks but does it have to be constantly repeated. Enough!

aileeeeeeen

it is fine read but somehow I cannot feel the chem.

⭐️⭐️,5.

Selin Igten

Marcy Pursell 

I've really enjoyed both of Ali Hazelwood's novellas, but I just want them to be longer, and could even see them being full length novels!

Erik is really a sweety and Sadie too they are both just sooo dumb💀

Julia pinheiro

Really well written, Ali Never misses

They were sooooo cute

Erik is really a sweety and Sadie too they are both just sooo dumb💀

Never seen this

alya adlina

okay wow. that’s cute ngl. very insta-love but it was fine i enjoyed it so much. also we got miscommunication trope in here yup i know everyone hate that trope bcs same i hate it so much but in this book for me it was not that bad like i kinda like the plot even it’s too short and i need more. erik and sadie are cute ESPECIALLY ERIK THO. HE SO IDK HOW TO DESCRIBE HIM BUT HE IS THE MAN. and the prologue 🥹🥹 i love them

maddie

Renata

this men- 
sadie and erik ate the damm miscommunication trope but man was already simping HARD AF 

- “I brought you here because I wanted to be with you. I’d have kept on walking around the city till dawn if that was what you wanted. So, here’s the deal: we can spend the night fucking, and I won’t lie, I’d greatly enjoy that, but we could also play Guess Who?, or you could help me give my brother’s cat his flea medication, since it’s a two-, maybe three-person job. Any of the above works.”

- “I don’t usually have lunch,” I tell him. “I’m more of a ‘big breakfast, then forty snacks scattered throughout the day’ kind of person.”
“Have a big breakfast and forty snacks with me, then.”

- “About three weeks ago I’m having my usual, fairly disgusting breakfast, and I meet this really beautiful, amazing woman. I blow off my morning meetings and ignore my phone—my team is this close to sending out a search party—because all I can think of is how fun it would be to sit with her on a park bench covered in bird shit and talk about . . . I don’t even know. It doesn’t even matter. That’s how good it is with her.” (…) “But then it’s morning and she’s still there. And when I say good-bye to her she actually runs after me and we’re at work, there’s people around, we can’t really kiss or do anything like that, but she reaches out and takes my hand and squeezes it hard. And I think that maybe I don’t need to be scared. It’s going to be all right. She’s not going anywhere.”

- “This is my new happy place, Erik murmured into the shell of my ear the second time we had sex that night. And then he pushed my sweaty hair away from my forehead, and I looked up at him and thought, His eyes are the exact color of the sky when the sun shines. And I always, always loved the sky.”

- “I only knew you for twenty-four hours, but I’ve never missed anyone so much.”

- “His mouth is by my ear as he tells me how beautiful I am, how he wants to feel all of me, how he could fuck me every second of every hour of every day.”

- “We stay like that, after. He holds me up, like he knows that I would wobble on my legs if he were to let go of me, and kisses me for long moments. Chaste pecks wherever he can reach, long licks up my sweaty neck, soft hickeys that have me squirming and giggling in his arms. I never, ever want this moment to end. I want to paint it and frame it and hang it on the wall—this wall—and treasure it and make a million more”

Ali Hazelwood is the only author that makes reading the same plot again and again and again possible. She could change only the names and I would be grateful.

Anyways I’m In need of a tall rich business boyfriend 🥰

Ester Waclavova

Ali Hazelwood is the only author that makes reading the same plot again and again and again possible. She could change only the names and I would be grateful.

Anyways I’m In need of a tall rich business boyfriend 🥰

honya

are u joking? this is my favorite novella ever. OMG. IM STILL IN UTTER SHOCK. sadie and erik are my favorite couple ever from now on! THE BUTTERFLIES😩 LIKE LITERALLY STFU. and the way i read this in one sitting without EVER getting bored THEY WERE SO FUNNYY

Charlsy Sekyere

⭐️2

While their quirky, nerdy 'banter' and overall interactions were painfully awkward, stilted, and unfunny, to me, Sadie and Erik had clear chemistry and undeniable attraction. Similar to Mara and Liam, I didn't fall in love with Sadie and Erik as a couple. I found Erik to be relatively bland and flat male interest, and Sadie quite whiny and irritating. Furthermore, she was utterly unlikable, immature and unbearable. You are a grown adult. Stop making assumptions and relax. You need to wear your big girl pants, use your words, and talk to Erik. Do not run away from the issue and accept responsibility. Miscommunication is a trope that really grinds my gears. The sheer number of times I rolled my eyes at Sadie was both astonishing and hysterical.

For me, the smut scenes were disappointing and truly lacklustre and did nothing to enhance the book. As with Under One Roof, this novella isn't terrible, in fact, I'd say it's more tolerable than Under One Roof, but far from stellar. Again, I found the only highlight of this novella to be how short it was.

Tish

I like this novella a lot more than the first! Sadie and Erik are so cute.

idek. this was a very fast read but the amount of second hand embarrassment, and annoyance at the repetitive comments (omg i’m so tiny,  omg he’s a giant, he’s a yeti ). This isn’t even a book and still felt like it was too long for whatever the plot was. Like the misunderstanding was obvious since his job was revealed. The characters were not really hateable they just weren’t people i could connect with. 

He’s slay tho…..i liked him…..i think???

all in all this wasn’t bad per say it just wasn’t all that enjoyable 

idek. this was a very fast read but the amount of second hand embarrassment, and annoyance at the repetitive comments (omg i’m so tiny,  omg he’s a giant, he’s a yeti ). This isn’t even a book and still felt like it was too long for whatever the plot was. Like the misunderstanding was obvious since his job was revealed. The characters were not really hateable they just weren’t people i could connect with. 

He’s slay tho…..i liked him…..i think???

all in all this wasn’t bad per say it just wasn’t all that enjoyable 

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jakuzi

i loved every single page, every singe word, every single dialogue.

i enjoyed everything in this book, not much to say apart from that i guess.

 : or maybe i need to mention that Erik is a sweetheart 🥹

this novella was amazing!

i loved every single page, every singe word, every single dialogue.

i enjoyed everything in this book, not much to say apart from that i guess.

UPDATE : or maybe i need to mention that Erik is a sweetheart 🥹

“i only knew you for twenty-four hours, but I’ve never missed anyone so much.”

Faith Kitowski

i-. honestly i don’t even care that he’s blonde. that man is something else

Brittany Peterson

Monique Nagel

A perfect and quick spicy read to get back into reading after a far to lengthy break to focus on college.

Not her best… I liked the other novella more. This one felt super unrealistic, plot-holey, and instant lovey. I’m more of a slow burn person, so I just think this wasn’t for me. Still a lighthearted read tho 

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