Finding Us (The Bad Boy Series #3) Cover Reveal
Title:
Finding Us (Bad Boy Series #3)
Author:
S.K. Hartley
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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.
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.
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Author
bio:
S.K. Hartley is a
mother, wife, avid reader and writer based in the not so sunny North West of
England. You can find her either glued to her computer desk, in the library (yes
they still exist) or floating around her favorite authors book signings!
What sort of
except do authors usually post? IE. sex scenes, love scenes....
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Excerpt:
"Ahh, liquid
heaven." I sighed, inhaling the rich aroma from my coffee cup. The scent
alone loosened my tense muscles, taking the edge off the monstrous hangover I
was still nursing.
"Two skinny
lattes!" Jared hollered to absolutely no one, the glint in his eyes told
me he knew I was dealing with a hangover from hell. His voice sounded like a
high pitch shrill, ringing into my ears and playing my brain like a freaking
drum kit. I really should lay off the Tequila.
"Jared, dude,
lower the freaking volume would ya?!" I groaned, slowly rubbing my
temples, trying to alleviate the throb that had now taken over my
delicate head.
Jared's laughing
eyes meet mine as he slid the lattes across the counter in a drink carrier.
"Late night?" He chuckled.
Now, if my head
didn't feel like it was about to roll off my shoulders and land into a poor
unassuming strangers lap, I would’ve probably slapped that stupid smile off his
face. Jared Spencer was the hottest piece of ass on campus; dirty blonde hair
that was long in the front and short at the back, deep blue eyes that instantly
pulled you in, and let’s not forget the rocking hot body underneath his apron.
But, there was a downside... he's gay. I'm not talking a little gay, I mean
thrust your hip out, pout like a model, gay. Such a shame.
"Just because
you can swallow margaritas like water, doesn't mean the rest of us can you
know." I said, raising my brow.
Placing his hand on
his hip, he thrust it out to the side dramatically. "Girl, that's not the
only thing I can swallow like wat-"
"La, la , la,
la! I can't hear you!" I shouted, cutting him off as I picked up the
coffees and made a run for the door.
"Don't hate
the player, girlfriend!"
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