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The Instant New York Times Bestseller and TikTok Sensation!As seen on THE VIEW!A BuzzFeed Best Summer Read of 2021 When a fake relationship between scientists meets the irresistible force of attraction, it throws one woman’s carefully calculated theories on love into chaos.As a third-year Ph.D. candidate, Olive Smith doesn’t believe in lasting romantic relationships–but her best friend does, and that’s what got her into this situation. Convincing Anh that Olive is dating and well on her way to a happily ever after was always going to take more than hand-wavy Jedi mind tricks: Scientists require proof. So, like any self-respecting biologist, Olive panics and kisses the first man she sees.That man is none other than Adam Carlsen, a young hotshot professor–and well-known ass. Which is why Olive is positively floored when Stanford’s reigning lab tyrant agrees to keep her charade a secret and be her fake boyfriend. But when a big science conference goes haywire, putting Olive’s career on the Bunsen burner, Adam surprises her again with his unyielding support and even more unyielding…six-pack abs.Suddenly their little experiment feels dangerously close to combustion. And Olive discovers that the only thing more complicated than a hypothesis on love is putting her own heart under the microscope.

Ali Hazelwood
September 14, 2021
400 pages

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An Indie Next Pick!”A literary breakthrough…The Love Hypothesis is a self-assured debut, and we hypothesize it’s just the first bit of greatness we’ll see from an author who somehow has the audacity to be both an academic powerhouse and divinely talented novelist.”—Entertainment Weekly“Contemporary romance’s unicorn: the elusive marriage of deeply brainy and delightfully escapist…The Love Hypothesis has wild commercial appeal but the quieter secret is that there is a specific audience, made up of all of the Olives in the world, who have deeply, ardently waited for this exact book.”—Christina Lauren, New York Times bestselling author“Funny, sexy and smart, Ali Hazelwood did a terrific job with The Love Hypothesis.”—Mariana Zapata, New York Times bestselling author“This tackles one of my favorite tropes—Grumpy meets Sunshine—in a fun and utterly endearing way…I loved the nods towards fandom and romance novels, and I couldn’t put it down. Highly recommended!”—Jessica Clare, New York Times bestselling author”Pure slow-burning gold with lots of chemistry.”—Popsugar”A beautifully written romantic comedy with a heroine you will instantly fall in love with, The Love Hypothesis is destined to earn a place on your keeper shelf.”—Elizabeth Everett, author of A Lady’s Formula for Love”Smart, witty dialog and a diverse cast of likable secondary characters…A realistic, amusing novel that readers won’t be able to put down.”—Library Journal, starred review”Hilarious and heartwarming, The Love Hypothesis is romantic comedy at its best…a perfect amalgamation of sex and science, sure to appeal to readers of Christina Lauren or Abby Jimenez.”—Shelf Awareness”With whip-smart and endearing characters, snappy prose, and a quirky take on a favorite trope, Hazelwood convincingly navigates the fraught shoals of academia…This smart, sexy contemporary should delight a wide swath of romance lovers.”—Publishers Weekly About the Author Ali Hazelwood is the New York Times bestselling author of The Love Hypothesis, as well as the writer of peer-reviewed articles about brain science, in which no one makes out and the ever after is not always happy. Originally from Italy, she lived in Germany and Japan before moving to the U.S. to pursue a Ph.D. in neuroscience. She recently became a professor, which absolutely terrifies her. When Ali is not at work, she can be found running, eating cake pops, or watching sci-fi movies with her two feline overlords (and her slightly-less-feline husband). Excerpt. © Reprinted by permission. All rights reserved. Chapter One Hypothesis: When given a choice between A(a slightly inconveniencing situation) and B (a colossal shitshow with devastating consequences), I will inevitably end up selecting B.In Olive’s defense, the man didn’t seem to mind the kiss too much. It did take him a moment to adjust-perfectly understandable, given the sudden circumstances. It was an awkward, uncomfortable, somewhat painful minute, in which Olive was simultaneously smashing her lips against his and pushing herself as high as her toes would extend to keep her mouth at the same level as his face. Did he have to be so tall? The kiss must have looked like some clumsy headbutt, and she grew anxious that she was not going to be able to pull the whole thing off. Her friend Anh, whom Olive had spotted coming her way a few seconds ago, was going to take one look at this and know at once that Olive and Kiss Dude couldn’t possibly be two people in the middle of a date. Then that agonizingly slow moment went by, and the kiss became . . . different. The man inhaled sharply and inclined his head a tiny bit, making Olive feel less like a squirrel monkey climbing a baobab tree, and his hands-which were large and pleasantly warm in the AC of the hallway-closed around her waist. They slid up a few inches, coming to wrap around Olive’s rib cage and holding her to himself. Not too close, and not too far. Just so. It was more of a prolonged peck than anything, but it was quite nice, and for the life span of a few seconds Olive forgot a large number of things, including the fact that she was pressed against a random, unknown dude. That she’d barely had the time to whisper “Can I please kiss you?” before locking lips with him. That what had originally driven her to put on this entire show was the hope of fooling Anh, her best friend in the whole world. But a good kiss will do that: make a girl forget herself for a while. Olive found herself melting into a broad, solid chest that showed absolutely no give. Her hands traveled from a defined jaw into surprisingly thick and soft hair, and then-then she heard herself sigh, as if already out of breath, and that’s when it hit her like a brick on the head, the realization that- No. No. Nope, nope, no. She should not be enjoying this. Random dude, and all that. Olive gasped and pushed herself away from him, frantically looking for Anh. In the 11:00 p.m. bluish glow of the biology labs’ hallway, her friend was nowhere to be seen. Weird. Olive was sure she had spotted her a few seconds earlier. Kiss Dude, on the other hand, was standing right in front of her, lips parted, chest rising and a weird light flickering in his eyes, which was exactly when it dawned on her, the enormity of what she had just done. Of who she had just- Fuck her life. Fuck. Her. Life. Because Dr. Adam Carlsen was a known ass. This fact was not remarkable in and of itself, as in academia every position above the graduate student level (Olive’s level, sadly) required some degree of assness in order to be held for any length of time, with tenured faculty at the very peak of the ass pyramid. Dr. Carlsen, though-he was exceptional. At least if the rumors were anything to go by. He was the reason Olive’s roommate, Malcolm, had to completely scrap two research projects and would likely end up graduating a year late; the one who had made Jeremy throw up from anxiety before his qualifying exams; the sole culprit for half the students in the department being forced to postpone their thesis defenses. Joe, who used to be in Olive’s cohort and would take her to watch out-of-focus European movies with microscopic subtitles every Thursday night, had been a research assistant in Carlsen’s lab, but he’d decided to drop out six months into it for “reasons.” It was probably for the best, since most of Carlsen’s remaining graduate assistants had perennially shaky hands and often looked like they hadn’t slept in a year. Dr. Carlsen might have been a young academic rock star and biology’s wunderkind, but he was also mean and hypercritical, and it was obvious in the way he spoke, in the way he carried himself, that he thought himself the only person doing decent science within the Stanford biology department. Within the entire world, probably. He was a notoriously moody, obnoxious, terrifying dick. And Olive had just kissed him. She wasn’t sure how long the silence lasted-only that he was the one to break it. He stood in front of Olive, ridiculously intimidating with dark eyes and even darker hair, staring down from who knows how many inches above six feet-he must have been over half a foot taller than she was. He scowled, an expression that she recognized from seeing him attend the departmental seminar, a look that usually preceded him raising his hand to point out some perceived fatal flaw in the speaker’s work. Adam Carlsen. Destroyer of research careers, Olive had once overheard her adviser say. It’s okay. It’s fine. Totally fine. She was just going to pretend nothing had happened, nod at him politely, and tiptoe her way out of here. Yes, solid plan. “Did you . . . Did you just kiss me?” He sounded puzzled, and maybe a little out of breath. His lips were full and plump and . . . God. Kissed. There was simply no way Olive could get away with denying what she had just done. Still, it was worth a try. “Nope.” Surprisingly, it seemed to work. “Ah. Okay, then.” Carlsen nodded and turned around, looking vaguely disoriented. He took a couple of steps down the hallway, reached the water fountain-maybe where he’d been headed in the first place. Olive was starting to believe that she might actually be off the hook when he halted and turned back with a skeptical expression. “Are you sure?” Dammit. “I-” She buried her face in her hands. “It’s not the way it looks.” “Okay. I . . . Okay,” he repeated slowly. His voice was deep and low and sounded a lot like he was on his way to get ting mad. Like maybe he was already mad. “What’s going on here?” There was simply no way to explain this. Any normal person would have found Olive’s situation odd, but Adam Carlsen, who obviously considered empathy a bug and not a feature of humanity, could never understand. She let her hands fall to her sides and took a deep breath. “I . . . listen, I don’t mean to be rude, but this is really none of your business.” He stared at her for a moment, and then he nodded. “Yes. Of course.” He must be getting back into his usual groove, because his tone had lost some of its surprise and was back to normal-dry. Laconic. “I’ll just go back to my office and begin to work on my Title IX complaint.” Olive exhaled in relief. “Yeah. That would be great, since- Wait. Your what?” He cocked his head. “Title IX is a federal law that protects against sexual misconduct within academic settings-” “I know what Title IX is.” “I see. So you willfully chose to disregard it.” “I- What? No. No, I didn’t!” He shrugged. “I must be mistaken, then. Someone else must have assaulted me.” “Assault-I didn’t ‘assault’ you.” “You did kiss me.” “But not really.” “Without first securing my consent.” “I asked if I could kiss you!” “And then did so without waiting for my response.” “What? You said yes.” “Excuse me?” She frowned. “I asked if I could kiss you, and you said yes.” “Incorrect. You asked if you could kiss me and I snorted.” “I’m pretty sure I heard you said yes.” He lifted one eyebrow, and for a minute Olive let herself daydream of drowning someone. Dr. Carlsen. Herself. Both sounded like great options. “Listen, I’m really sorry. It was a weird situation. Can we just forget that this happened?” He studied her for a long moment, his angular face serious and something else, something that she couldn’t quite decipher because she was too busy noticing all over again how damn towering and broad he was. Just massive. Olive had always been slight, just this side of too slender, but girls who are five eight rarely felt diminutive. At least until they found themselves standing next to Adam Carlsen. She’d known that he was tall, of course, from seeing him around the department or walking across campus, from sharing the elevator with him, but they’d never interacted. Never been this close. Except for a second ago, Olive. When you almost put your tongue in his- “Is something wrong?” He sounded almost concerned. “What? No. No, there isn’t.” “Because,” he continued calmly, “kissing a stranger at midnight in a science lab might be a sign that there is.” “There isn’t.” Carlsen nodded, thoughtful. “Very well. Expect mail in the next few days, then.” He began to walk past her, and she turned to yell after him. “You didn’t even ask my name!” “I’m sure anyone could figure it out, since you must have swiped your badge to get in the labs area after hours. Have a good night.” “Wait!” She leaned forward and stopped him with a hand on his wrist. He paused immediately, even though it was obvious that it would take him no effort to free himself, and stared pointedly at the spot where her fingers had wrapped around his skin-right below a wristwatch that probably cost half her yearly graduate salary. Or all of it. She let go of him at once and took one step back. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to-” “The kiss. Explain.” Olive bit into her lower lip. She had truly screwed herself over. She had to tell him, now. “Anh Pham.” She looked around to make sure Anh was really gone. “The girl who was passing by. She’s a graduate student in the biology department.” Carlsen gave no indication of knowing who Anh was. “Anh has . . .” Olive pushed a strand of brown hair behind her ear. This was where the story became embarrassing. Complicated, and a little juvenile sounding. “I was seeing this guy in the department. Jeremy Langley, he has red hair and works with Dr. . . . Anyway, we went out just a couple of times, and then I brought him to Anh’s birthday party, and they just sort of hit it off and-” Olive shut her eyes. Which was probably a bad idea, because now she could see it painted on her lids, how her best friend and her date had bantered in that bowling alley, as if they’d known each other their whole lives; the never-exhausted topics of conversation, the laughter, and then, at the end of the night, Jeremy following Anh’s every move with his gaze. It had been painfully clear who he was interested in. Olive waved a hand and tried for a smile. “Long story short, after Jeremy and I ended things he asked Anh out. She said no because of . . . girl code and all that, but I can tell that she really likes him. She’s afraid to hurt my feelings, and no matter how many times I told her it was fine she wouldn’t believe me.” Not to mention that the other day I overheard her confess to our friend Malcolm that she thought Jeremy was awesome, but she could never betray me by going out with him, and she sounded so dejected. Disappointed and insecure, not at all like the spunky, larger-than-life Anh I am used to. “So I just lied and told her that I was already dating someone else. Because she’s one of my closest friends and I’d never seen her like a guy this much and I want her to have the good things she deserves and I’m positive that she would do the same for me and-” Olive realized that she was rambling and that Carlsen couldn’t have cared less. She stopped and swallowed, even though her mouth felt dry. “Tonight. I told her I’d be on a date tonight.” “Ah.” His expression was unreadable. “But I’m not. So I decided to come in to work on an experiment, but Anh showed up, too. She wasn’t supposed to be here. But she was. Coming this way. And I panicked-well.” Olive wiped a hand down her face. “I didn’t really think.” Carlsen didn’t say anything, but it was there in his eyes that he was thinking. Obviously. “I just needed her to believe that I was on a date.” He nodded. “So you kissed the first person you saw in the hallway. Perfectly logical.” Olive winced. “When you put it like that, perhaps it wasn’t my best moment.” “Perhaps.” “But it wasn’t my worst, either! I’m pretty sure Anh saw us. Now she’ll think that I was on a date with you and she’ll hopefully feel free to go out with Jeremy and-” She shook her head. “Listen. I’m so, so sorry about the kiss.” “Are you?” “Please, don’t report me. I really thought I heard you say yes. I promise I didn’t mean to . . .” Suddenly, the enormity of what she had just done fully dawned on her. She had just kissed a random guy, a guy who happened to be the most notoriously unpleasant faculty member in the biology department. She’d misunderstood a snort for consent, she’d basically attacked him in the hallway, and now he was staring at her in that odd, pensive way, so large and focused and close to her, and . . . Shit. Maybe it was the late night. Maybe it was that her last coffee had been sixteen hours ago. Maybe it was Adam Carlsen looking down at her, like that. All of a sudden, this entire situation was just too much. “Actually, you’re absolutely right. And I am so sorry. If you felt in any way harassed by me, you really should report me, because it’s only fair. It was a horrible thing to do, though I really didn’t want to . . . Not that my intentions matter; it’s more like your perception of . . .” Crap, crap, crap. “I’m going to leave now, okay? Thank you, and . . . I am so, so, so sorry.” Olive spun around on her heels and ran away down the hallway. “Olive,” she heard him call after her. “Olive, wait-” She didn’t stop. She sprinted down the stairs to the first floor and then out the building and across the pathways of the sparsely lit Stanford campus, running past a girl walking her dog and a group of students laughing in front of the library. She continued until she was standing in front of her apartment’s door, stopping only to unlock it, making a beeline for her room in the hope of avoiding her roommate and whoever he might have brought home tonight.It wasn’t until she slumped on her bed, staring at the glow‑in‑the- dark stars glued to her ceiling, that she realized that she had neglected to check on her lab mice. She had also left her laptop on her bench and her sweatshirt somewhere in the lab, and she had completely forgotten to stop at the store and buy the coffee she’d promised Malcolm she’d get for tomorrow morning.Shit. What a disaster of a day.It never occurred to Olive that Dr. Adam Carlsen— known ass— had called her by her name. Read more <div id="

  • Did not enjoy this one. Sorry! I know everyone is loving this book but me!⚠️ SPOILERS AHEAD!TW: sexual harassment / assaultI could tell at 30% into this book I was not liking it. But I paid for it & everybody seems to love it, I kept reading to see what the hype is about. I should’ve stopped at 30%.First, it was just so much AWKWARD. Not cute awkward. I am not here to try to relive my awkward teenage first kiss years. So painful. I hate being embarrassed. LOATHE. It is my least favorite feeling next to getting blood drawn. So much second hand embarrassment in this book. I was literally cringing on behalf of Olive.Second, realizing about myself that I am easily super annoyed with insecure & clueless females. 100% over it. I can’t get past the inner monologue of these heroines.Third, this book would have been better without the sex scene. I said what I said.How did two awkward almost virgins go from their third kiss (first genuine kiss) to banging? WITHIN MINUTES. Oh, and the super awkward science nerd, WHO SAID NO 3 TIMES, who seems to have no experience with women – of course is a rockstar in the bedroom. Because that makes sense. 🙄BIG issues with the consent in this book.The book opens with Olive, our heroine kiss-assaulting Adam with out his clear consent.There is a moment before they get down that he is saying “No” for various reasons, and then the big reason is a lie that Olive has told in the past. He gives her an opening to come clean, tell the truth and be honest. SHE DOESN’T. And then they decide to do the deed… AND I WANTED TO THROW MY KINDLE AND DNF RIGHT FREAKIN THERE. The whole chapter 16 is a mess of a disaster. The whole thing is out of character FOR BOTH CHARACTERS. And then Adam is asking “Can I F*** you?” TWICE. Ugh. Such a gross and crass way to ask this. Why? Just Why?I have tried to sleep on this review, think about it, re-write it in a nicer way. But every time I start thinking about it, especially Chapter 15/16 I get irrationally irate. I still want to throw my kindle.
  • I devoured this in one day (in-between family gatherings and kids). I couldn’t put it down.Olive is the best kind of mess. She’s frazzled from her PhD. She’s grieving the loss of her mother to pancreatic cancer (which is fueling her research into easier/cheaper screening methods). She adores her friends and will do anything for them… which is how she ends up kissing Dr Adam Carlson.Adam is the resident grump/beast – instilling fear into graduate students (but all in the name of scientific excellence, of course). He agrees to a mutually beneficial fake dating relationship with Olive after the whole kissing-incident.Both Olive and Adam are navigating the challenges and obstacles of academia in their own unique ways – research, funding deficits, grants… i.e. lots of work, questionable returns. But science! Meanwhile juggling their fake-relationship and not at all (!!!) catching feelings.Cancer is a near and dear topic to me (my mum died of cancer and i am currently fighting cancer) so I was gut punched during several scenes that this was discussed.The banter and incredible one-liners in this story are perfection. Funny. Snarky. Intelligent. Real.The relationship between each character and their individual friends is beautiful. The development of their relationship together feels *just so good*.Read if: you’re traumatized from academia and/or a STEM nerd, if you love Mariana Zapata & Helen Hoang, if you love sharp and funny banter, if you like a delicious slow burn with a fun twist on some classic tropes, if you’re wild for sunshine/grumpy books.I’m so so excited to see this book climb the bestseller list. I know its going to be (frankly it already is) a total hit.Overall score: 5++ (this is my new bible. I will study it religiously)Smut score: 3.5/5 (slow burn, explicit but not super kinky other than *one* thing that had me going “ohhhh” 🥵🌶)
  • I was so excited about this book. So freakin excited for Reylo in book form.The whole time I was kind of unsure how he felt about her – their wasn’t that super intense tension/chemistry there – she always seem flustered/mentioned she might be asexual. It was weird because I was wondering “will they won’t they?” But not in a giddy fan girl way just kinda in a ‘this is kind of taking forever, she keeps lying and I can’t read him,’ way. And then wham bam. The sex scene. If ratings here are like fanfiction K-E. This is E for explicit. I had to skip chunks of it, what I did catch was cringeworthy, tasteless and just too much.I couldn’t even finish reading it.It should also include a trigger warning; as there is mention of cancer death and a sexual assault.
  • First, this was not written well. Second, there’s literally no chemistry. Third, the characters don’t have a development. They don’t even admit they have feelings for each other. It more of a “oh yeah I like this person” vibe but not really at that since they didn’t really talk to each other. She just talks at him and he’s along for the ride. He literally never says more than, maybe, three sentences at a time. I was really disappointed.
  • First things first: I have loved this story since it was first published on AO3 as Reylo fanfiction. It was impeccable then. But Ali has made it even more poignant and timely by incorporating Title IX and Me Too into an already compelling STEM academia setting. Olive, for all her strengths, finds it impossible to believe in herself, both as a scientist and as a person. This book is as much about Olive coming into her own as it is about her changing her mind about Adam once he opens up to her (and humors her panicked scheming). Suffice it to say that I found it impossible not to fall in love with both Olive and Adam!
  • The book itself is great but be aware they’ve dubbed it ‘The Tiktok sensation’ and printed it on the cover. You can’t remove it. What an eyesore.
  • Se eu pudesse apagar minha memória das últimas 24h eu iria, só pra poder ler esse livro de novo. A Ali entregou TUDO nessa comédia romântica maravilhosa que você sai apaixonada por todos os personagens. Se você é uma acadêmica, como eu, tem ainda mais probabilidade de você também amá lo
  • Did I just pay 50 bucks in my country’s currency for the kindle version of this book? Yes. Was it worth it? Absolutely.This may just be my new favorite book, maybe ever. Plot? Perfect. Characters? Perfect.The only bad thing about this book is just that it really reinforced my idea that I’ll die alone, because Dr. Adam Carlsen simply does not exist and now he is my standard for men. And Olive has my whole heart. Absolutely adorable. And the side characters too. I just wish they were real so I could be friends with them.Anyway, this is perfection in book form and if you are wondering if you should read it, do yourself a favor and go do so immediately. Seriously. You won’t regret it.
  • Honestamente? Esse livro me chamou atenção quando eu soube que foi originado de uma fanfic reylo. E que surpresa foi achar uma história tão gostosa de ler, sério. Não é uma história complicada nem nada, é até boa pra se ler em um dia em que você só quer descansar sabe? mas aquece o coração do modo que só uma fanfic bem escrita aquece. Não se deixe enganar pela repetição da palavra fanfic, esse livro tem um escrita fácil e leve mas ainda sim coerente! Parece mesmo que você tá vendo uma comédia romântica. Sério Adam e Olive são meu novo casal conforto!
  • The Love Hypothesis by Ali Hazelwood  is one of the sweetest and funniest romances I have read this year! Scratch that. It is one of the top 3 romances I’ve read this year.Ph.D student Olive Smith kisses the 1st person she finds in the hallway in order to convince her best friend Anh that she was dating. The person happens to be Dr. Adam Carlsen, Professor in her Department, the source of tears of many students. Later he helps her solidify this lie and thus begins their journey of ‘fake-dating’.I’ll admit I am not that into Professor-Student relationships but the premise here was plausible and palatable to me because A) Olive wasn’t technically Adam’s student and B) Their age gap wasn’t outrageous.Nonetheless, I loved how Ali tackled this issue early on. From clearing the issue with the Dean to Olive’s peers accusing her irrationally for Dr. Adam’s harsh feedbacks on proposals, she dealt all sorts of problems in a realistic manner. The pressure of pursuing academia, feeling insecure, underconfident and simply not good enough is something I feel quite often. I related with Olive on an emotional and professional level.I love how their fake-dating wasn’t too cliché with them still retaining their initial perspectives about each other but slowly their layers peeled away bit by bit and they let themselves show their true vulnerable selves with each coffee date, each activity they did forced by Olive’s friends.Olive is a sunshine-y character but in an awkward, over-imaginative rambling sort of way and Adam is no doubt a grump with a deadpan and dry sense of humour and I loved all their banter. I loved how slowly Olive felt safe with him. How he helped her, protected her without ever interfering in her work. Even in the physical aspect, his care and worry over her consent was the sweetest thing ever.And consent is hot. 🔥😍Their friends, Anh, Malcolm and Holden were hilarious and I loved them all.Also, I can’t stop praising how hilarious the book it. There were too many laugh-out-loud moments. I was chucking a lot and I had a stupid goofy grin the entire time I read this book. My jaws are hurting from all the smiling and my cheeks are warm from flushing! 😍I can’t wait to read more of Ali’s works.Lastly, where do I get Dr. Adam Carlsen for myself?
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