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.
Review—Finding Us by S.K. Hartley
“To my friends, I was the girl with the bubbly attitude and a fiery temper to boot. I was the girl who had the unenhanced blonde hair, ice blue eyes, and flawless makeup. But, I was more, so much more than anyone could ever imagine.”
Low Parker wears a mask. Every day is the same, cover up the scars on the outside to hide the ugliness that is inside. Six years she’s been hiding, lying, running. And she keeps count…
“One hundred and fifty little lies sat in the jar staring at me, boring a hole right through my own heart. One hundred and fifty lies, one hundred and fifty hearts broken over the years. One hundred and fifty reasons for me to carry on running.”
Problem with running is that eventually you get tired. You slow down. And that is when life catches up to you. But not Low…things start happening to make her rethink every decision she has ever made. There are more people involved now, people she cares about, loves. How can she keep running when everything in her is telling her to face a life she hoped she’d never have to?
“I was in too deep. I had people I cared about new, my heart was no longer my own; it was shared between the relationships I had made. I couldn’t ignore the warning, I had to finally face the music – even if it killed me.”
Facing her past is easier said than done…and the people in her former life are hell-bent on making it one painful transaction. So the lies keep coming. Low has to protect those she has come to care about…one lie at a time.
“One hundred and sixty little lies. One hundred and sixty explanations of why fighting might not be good enough in the end.”
So, what happens when the music finally stops and the lights come on? Show is over, everyone is seen for who they truly are and Low is no exception. Only the love for her friends, and Tate, proves to be a weakness she can’t afford. Especially Tate. When the heart gets involved where she comes from, it can only hurt you further…the only way to beat it, is to become it.
“You need to step out of the mind of Low, and remember who you really are, Willow.”
No longer able to run from her past, Willow does what any person would do when pushed into a corner…
“What choice did I have? If I didn’t do what they wanted, they would destroy anyone who stood in their way. I wasn’t about to let anyone get close to the people I loved.”
“One hundred and eighty-two tiny little lies, enough to tell me….I was a *** liar.”
I seriously didn’t think this series could get any better…yet, Hartley proves me wrong with each book! I am SO IN LOVE with this story! The entire thing. I know I gave nothing away but just believe me when I say, you don’t want me to. The surprises that await on every page are…are…ugh! Amazing! The story between Low, Ace, Tate, Logan, and even the twins is fully of….wow, I’m at a loss for words. That’s how good it was, I can’t even form a cohesive thought.
I can honestly say, I cannot wait to see what is in store for Angel in the next book, but I have all but forgotten about him in this one. I seriously love Tate. That man is the most sensitive alpha (is that even possible?) I have encountered and everything he does is swoon-worthy. Not to mention how hot he is to boot! I can only hope that there is more in store for this part of the story…Ace has captured my attention & once he changed the game, I was left hanging. Now, this isn’t a cliffhanger (thank goodness) but I have some serious questions! Please, give me more! Loved it!
**5 Jar of Hearts 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.