Title: Bleeding Love (Hope Town #2)
Author: Harper Sloan
Publication Date: November 17th 2015
Plot: **Standalone novel**
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.
☆✮ My Review ✮☆
☆ I received an ARC via TRSOR PR in exchange for an honest review. Thank you! ☆
Perfectly Imperfect strikes an accord with many issues all people, particularly women face, from day to day. From misconceived body issues, family turmoil, opening yourself up to others, and ultimately loving yourself inside and out unconditionally.
I think all of us have an inner Willow and therefore can identify with her plight, her struggles, and her journey throughout.
After all beauty is only skin deep.
Even in the cases of Hollywood actor and ladies man, Kane Masters. Despite his good looks and wealth, there is more to Kane than meets the eye, despite the superficial facade that fame has masked him with.
And he recognizes the woman Willow is, or could be, if she would just let down her guard and insecurities and just be her.
Author Harper Sloan touches on subjects about staying true to yourself and how true perfection is in our faults. It’s basically, an inner anthem that individuals will correlate with and realize that they are perfect in their own ways and individuality, and worth the risk in every single way.
PerfectlyImperfect will tug at your heart strings and push you to strive fight for yourself, and to discover, or rediscover, who you really are. Sometimes you have to get lost to be found...
Perfectly Imperfect strikes an accord with many issues all people, particularly women face, from day to day. From misconceived body issues, family turmoil, opening yourself up to others, and ultimately loving yourself inside and out unconditionally.
I think all of us have an inner Willow and therefore can identify with her plight, her struggles, and her journey throughout.
After all beauty is only skin deep.
Even in the cases of Hollywood actor and ladies man, Kane Masters. Despite his good looks and wealth, there is more to Kane than meets the eye, despite the superficial facade that fame has masked him with.
And he recognizes the woman Willow is, or could be, if she would just let down her guard and insecurities and just be her.
Author Harper Sloan touches on subjects about staying true to yourself and how true perfection is in our faults. It’s basically, an inner anthem that individuals will correlate with and realize that they are perfect in their own ways and individuality, and worth the risk in every single way.
Perfectly
My Rating:
♥♥♥♥
☆✮ 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.
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.
☆✮ 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.
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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