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.
Daphnie's 5 Star Review
This is the 3rd book in The Bad Boys Series and this was just as outstanding as the other 2.
This is Tate and Lows story and Low's past took me on a journey I was not expecting. The storyline in her books are different, crazy and will keep you glued to you kindle waiting for the next bomb to drop.
We have meet Low in the other two books, but we get her true story. Who know behind the sweat, caring friend their was so much hidden. The life Low lived before meeting her friends, Neva, Tate & Logan was nothing pretty. She has one hell of a dark twisted life and she has been hidden behind the new her. Low Parker. She is no longer that person of her past, she is no longer Willow. She has been trying to live a normal life but our past always come to haunt us.
I loved Low as a character, she wanted to keep the people she loved save from her past. When her pst and her present collide, Low has to make decision to keep her family save. We meet a new side of Tate, he is passionate about the ones he love and he was there to protect Low against any evil from her past.
This story was took me to a place I was not expecting and I loved every bit of it. The twisted & turn, the suspense and drama in this book will have you draw in to every word on the page. This was a 5 star read for me.
“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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