~*Synopsis*~
Tate & Low's story.
I'm loud, I'm proud, and I like to bust balls in my spare time. At least, that's what Low Parker would do. But, she is just a mask, one that I have perfected over years of running. I am Willow Knoxx. Master of deception, secrets, and lies. I am the girl your mother told you to stay away from, and the girl your father fantasized about. I have been running for years, always looking over my shoulder. Now, the mask that I have perfected is about to disappear, and everything I have done to keep myself hidden is about to be revealed.
~*Excerpt*~
“Enough room?” He growled, his brow arching at my comment. “Baby, I don’t think you get it yet. I want to consume your every thought, every movement, every desire.”
His hands suddenly cupped my face as he leaned in close, his breath caressing my lips like soft silk. My pulse skyrocketed at his closeness, as it did every time he was near, sending me dizzy with lust. I could feel the vulnerability snaking its way through my body, latching onto my crimson blood as it slowly seeped through my skin. I could physically smell my vulnerability as it permeated the air around us. I could smell it, taste it, see it.
“Okay,” I squeaked, the fear of my secrets dripping from my soft voice.
“Listen, and listen good, Low. I will consume every part of you. I will consume every thought, every movement, every desire. You won’t be able to breathe without thinking of me, feeling me, wanting only me. Am I clear?”
Oh dear god.
I could feel the lump in my throat forming, choking me with every second that passed, seconds that felt like torturous hours.
“Yes,” I replied on a shaky breath.
Words had yet again failed me. I was sprouting one word answers because Tate did something to me that no man had ever accomplished. He made me feel.
His lips suddenly crashed against my own, the power he held over me pushing boundaries I didn’t know were there. His teeth scraped against my bottom lip, pulling and tugging as if pleading for entry. My head screamed, begged, and bartered, yelling at me to stop, to push back and leave. But his lips and teeth held me captive, my heart jumping at the chance to finally overpower my head, all too willing to be his victim.
~*Review by Ashton*~
I rate Finding Us by S.K. Hartley FOUR AND ONE HALF LEAVES!
Oh my goodness...what can I say? I freaking love this series!!! At first, I was a little worried I wouldn't love Tate and Low's story as much as I adored Neva, Logan, and Angel's. I honestly was just happy, because I knew we would get some more Hottie Logan out of this series, but now I know that these characters can stand on their own and are perfect in their own way.
Low completely took me by surprise. In Finding You and Finding Me, she was the badass friend who cussed like a sailor and whipped Logan into shape when he acted like a jackass. In Finding Us, we learn that Low is rough around the edges for a reason, one that keeps her lying to her best friends and keeps her from feeling happiness.
In the first two books, we know Tate as the loving brother to Neva and loyal friend to Logan. In Finding Us, Tate becomes this uber-sweet, handsome, and thoughtful man. He adores Low, and loves every inch of her. One of my favorite scenes in the book was when Tate undressed Low and bathed her. He felt her scars, washed away her mask and loved her the best way he could. ***swoon***
S.K. Hartley is definitely on my list of favorite authors, because she doesn't just write love stories. She writes about strong females that overcome even when the odds are stacked against them. Her supporting characters are not there just for decoration. Their stories are weaved in with the main characters. Then she adds a sexy, romantic stud and every scene gets just a little more steamy ;-)
As a reviewer, it's difficult to come up with something new to say about a novel and an author. Especially when you can't give out the juicy details of the story without revealing the twists and surprises, but I will tell you that you will not be disappointed by this series. It is a MUST READ.
~*About the Author*~
S.K. Hartley has an unhealthy obsession with coffee, chocolate and retro computer games and a healthy obsession of stalking indie authors.
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