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.
S.K. Hartley did it again. She took control and gripped my heart, letting it go only when things would be ok. This was gripping and exciting and so full of an amazing love of Low. Finding Us is Low and Tate’s story, and what a story.
I loved Low in the first two books, she has a spunk about her that I could just never get enough of, but when it comes to her story, I wasn’t prepared for this. Dark secrets cloud Low’s life. The are what controls her thoughts, her habits, everything it seems, but her heart. She has a new life, she took a new start, there were things she couldn’t control and that is what scared her the most. She didn’t want to live in fear, she didn’t want to live in hiding. She wanted to live a normal life. And she was, but she was always waiting for the walls to close in around her.
Along with the scars from her past, she hid the fear well. No one knew the story, no one had seen any of the scars. Not the scars on the outside, certainly not the ones on the inside. But Tate was so in love with her, if anyone knew her, he did. But how could he? She has never been honest with him, with any of them. These are her friends. These are the people she wants to be with. She chose them. But lie after lie has caused Low so much internal turmoil. She knows they will never get to know the real her.
But then she gets word… it’s about to get real… and scary… and ugly and now she knows she has to say goodbye. That alone terrifies her more than any of it. How is she going to let Tate go? There is no way to say goodbye to the one that controls her soul.
S.K. Hartley takes us on an exciting journey through Low’s life. And by exciting, I don’t mean she was a rebellious little kid with some scary things in her life… I mean she was trained from a young age to live a life she didn’t want. It was a lot to take in and definitely pretty dark, but it was gripping and thrilling.
My absolute favorite part of this book was the tender scenes between Low and Tate. The love, the comfort and the strength was moving and heart-warming. But Tate is pretty amazing all by himself and the love he has for Low is everything. It is beautiful.
This book is a 5-star read for sure, but this entire series, is one of my favorites. I love this book and this series and the next book is already a must read on my TBR!
“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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