~Synopsis~
Mirror, mirror ... who's the fairest of them all?
I
still cringe when I hear that line. A fairy tale that had girls pretending they
were the fairest, the most beautiful, and the most entitled. A fairy tale most
couldn't grow out of turned my haunted childhood memories into a living
nightmare. Girls who grew up believing that pile of garbage became the meanest of
all 'mean girls.'
And those mean girls were right - it was a line meant for
all the beautiful people in the world - and I knew the answer would never be
me.
The women with long legs, flat stomachs, and perfect
chests.
The type of women Kane Masters gravitated toward.
Well, that's definitely not Willow Tate.
No. That will never be me.
Because I'm completely imperfect.
And ... I hate myself.
I have no idea what Kane could possibly see in someone
like me when he could have them.
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~Review~
Perfectly Imperfect
was perfectly written, perfectly executed and told by the talented Harper
Sloan. She will have you hooked line and sinker right from the beginning and
you will not, I repeat, you will not want to put the book down. I loved Willow
and Kane’s story, is one powerful message that was delivered so darn well by
Harper. I, along with a few of Harper’s readers, believe that we all have a
little bit of “Willow” inside of us. Now let me start off with the main
characters, Willow and Kane. From the beginning my heart ached for her, I mean
my stomach literally felt sick when I started to read it because of all the
vile things that was being done to Willow. But I knew she would’ve preserved,
all she needed was the proper people to believe in her and to help her try to
see the person that they all love. And that was exactly what she got when she
met Kane. Oh Kane my beautiful Kane. I love, love, loved to watch him fight for
Willow and the way her made her feel, the self confidence that she was able to
show towards the end of the book made me feel like I was right by her side
cheering her on. Then we have the hot and steamy sex scenes, Harper could never
do no wrong in that department. And then of course, it wouldn’t be a Harper Sloan
book without the comedy and we got that from Willow’s best friends Kirby and
Eddie. I wish I could get more from other characters from this; hence Mia and
Kole’s story would be on for the books. I would oh so love to see the outcome
of their relationship, but we just have to wait and see in order to find out
what Harper has up her sleeves
~Teaser~
~About the Author~
Harper lives in small town Georgia just a
short drive from her hometown of Peachtree City. She (and her 3 daughters)
enjoy ruling the house they dubbed 'Estrogen Ocean', much to her husband’s
chagrin. Harper has a borderline unhealthy obsession with books; you can almost
ALWAYS find her with her eReader attached. She enjoys bad reality TV and cheesy
romantic flicks. Her favorite kind of hero--the super alpha kind!
Harper started using writing as a way to
unwind when the house went to sleep at night; and with a house full of crazy it
was the perfect way to just relax. It didn't take long before a head full of
very demanding alphas would stop at nothing to have their story told.
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~Excerpt~
“Are you nervous right now?”
I nod.
“Tell
me why.” His demand, steady and calm,
gives me the courage I need to tell him.
To open a vein and bleed my insecurities.
“I’m
not perfect,” I whisper.
“And
neither am I, Willow. I don’t want
perfect. What so many see as perfect, to
me, is fake. Perfect isn’t achievable
naturally. No one, and I mean no one, is
perfect.”
I’m
shaking my head before he’s even done speaking, but one long finger comes up and
presses against my lips before I can speak.
“No,
let me finish. There isn’t beauty in
perfection. It’s as fake as the image
the word projects. Beauty is found in
imperfection, Willow, because to admit you’re not perfect means you’re
admitting you’re not whole and absolute.
When I think of myself, I see someone willing to admit he’s as far from
complete as it gets because, in order to get to that perfection, I need to find
the other part of me who will make my
life better. To take all the faults I have
and fill them, and only then will I be there.
You see, the way I see it, the only way to become perfect is to find
that perfectly imperfect person who brings it out of you.”
When
he stops, I swear I might have stopped breathing. How am I supposed to respond to that?
“Do
you trust me?” he asks, his voice strong and sure.
“Yes,
Kane. Nerves or not, I do.”
“Then
let me show you what I see when I look at you.”
He
brings his hands up, framing my face once again in a way I’m quickly becoming
addicted to the feeling of. His warm
eyes implore, begging me without words to let him continue. I do not intend to stop him, regardless of
the butterflies currently taking over my system. I’m all in.
~Giveaway~
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