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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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
~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.
“Are you nervous right now?”
“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.