Leigh's review posted at Guilty Pleasures Book Reviews 
 Whenever I finish a Penelope Ward book, I am always left feeling so disappointed in myself that I can't stand it. My intention is to sit and relax and slowly enjoy every word and every feeling that her story wrings from me. Instead, I devour it whole, binge reading until I'm done, and afterwards feel disgusted that I didn't take the time to properly savor it like I should have. 
 And RoomHate deserves to be savored. 
 In RoomHate, we meet Justin and Amelia. Childhood best friends who had a falling out, they are reunited when they both inherit equal shares of a beach house. Becoming roommates in the house allows them to get to know each other again and discover whether the feelings they had as children still exist in the people they are now. 
 Amelia is a likeable heroine. She knows she's made mistakes in the past with Justin and she doesn't make excuses or try to shy away from his anger. She's stronger than she gives herself credit for, and just a normal person caught in unfortunate circumstances. 
 And Justin...swoon. Justin is pure "Penelope Ward" hero. His words initially portray him as a jerk, but you just know that there is a good person beneath the angry exterior. The snarky words and mean comments serve to protect a heart that has been hurt, and it is the only way he knows to try not to have his feelings injured further. But when he opens up, you see the man beneath, who is sensitive and loving and trying to do what's right. 
 This is one of the things I love the most about Ms. Ward's books- the characters feel so real and relatable. No one is entirely good or entirely bad. Instead everyone has their blemishes. Some may be more careless with other's emotions, some may be more pure of heart, but there are no true bad guys. Just people trying their best to figure out a way to be happy. 
 The tension that grew between these two was so slow burning and so sexy that I couldn't wait for them to both realize what had always been right in front of their eyes all along. Nothing was rushed but grew organically, and it made it that much better as a reader to be taken along for the ride. 
 RoomHate is one of those stories that just had it all and made me feel the full gamut of emotions. It was cute, snarky, bittersweet, voyeuristically sexy and oh-so-satisfying.