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.
“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.
5 stars
This was one big roller coaster from beginning to end. I loved it, every single bit. Even when I thought my heart was breaking, which was a few times. I loved seeing Low stand up and fight for what she wanted. I hated the way she had to do it thought. I loved seeing Tate make Low the center of his world. He was so sweet, so gentle and yet so alpha at the same time. I loved seeing everyone again, and loved their easy banter back and forth. I will say that my heart did break at one point, but not for Low or Tate. You'll figure it out when you read it. I hated that part. I am looking forward to more from S.K., her books always grab you and don't let go. They're intense, but in such a good way. Her characters are funny, loveable, sometimes pains in the ass, smart-mouthed beautiful people. I can't wait to read what comes next. I do think this should have more than 5 stars, but it will have to do for now.
S.K. Hartley is a mother, wife and a writer. Based in the not so sunny North West of England you can find her either glued to her computer desk, in the public library (Yes, they do still exist!) or floating around her favourite authors books signings.
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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