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.
“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.
HOSTED BY:
4 Stars
Low has more than her fair share of secrets, it's why no matter what she has had to keep everyone at a distance for the last six years. It's why she can't give the last piece of herself to Tate. Now though the secrets are coming out and the life she ran from all those years ago is coming back to haunt her, coming to take her back where she never wanted to go. She's having to find the balance between being Willow and Low and it's time to decide if her new life is worth fighting for.
Low is strong and smart with a big heaping side of Snark, she's loud and proud and doesn't take crap from anyone. But she's also hiding so much more, she might be tough on the outside but inside she just wants to lead a happy life away from the pain of her past.
Tate can see through the crap, but he's not the type to push. He'll wait you out and once you open up he's always there for you. He's the big brother to the group and for Low he's her Knight, she just only now realizing it.
Their story took you on a journey you weren't expecting, leading you through a life you never knew Low has and I loved see all of her come out on the pages.
No comments:
Post a Comment