Friday, June 27, 2014

Blog Tour: Finding Us by S.K. Hartley


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.
Low Parker is hiding something.  She has been ‘running’ for six years.  Only her friend Jace knows her secret.  She is dating Tate and falling in love with him.  She can’t fall in love with him though, that will bring nothing but danger to him, he will become a target.
She is just trying to live life normally, knowing that one day she will have to fulfil her destiny, her past will catch up with her.
Catch up with her it does, she is thrown back in to a world she hates and people she despises.  She doesn't want her friends to know this secret side of her and she definitely doesn't want Tate to know the truth about her.
"The truth doesn't cost anything, but a lie could cost you everything" - Low
She didn't count on Tate to be so damn stubborn and how much he was willing to fight and sacrifice for her until he is pulled into a situation that leaves her feeling helpless.
Is the love they have for each other enough for him to forgive her and accept who she really is?
This was another story with all sorts of twists and turns in the Bad Boy series that will keep you turning the pages.
I give this 3.5 stars

“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.

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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