*RELEASE DAY* "Finding Me" by S. K. Hartley

The lines are blurred between what is real and what isn't, the darkness that was once a place I feared was now a place of safety. If I stayed in the darkness, the hellish reality of what was truly happening no longer seemed real.

But I was about to be pulled out from under the consuming blanket of dark shadows, and plunged into the murky depths of my past. I was about to be shown my demons and all it's evil sides, all of it's pain and grief. I could only hope I survive it.

What happens when the world you once knew crumbles and falls at your feet? Who will find me? Who will save me from my demons?

My dark prince or my white knight...

And will I find myself in the process.

   

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 And I'm dying. I'm fucking dying, She has been put into a position where she is having to beg. Time and time again she is forced to beg, just so she can damn well live. All she wants, all she craves is just to be normal. She just wants her past to be just that, the past. Hearing her voice awakens everything inside me, but hearing her panic and pain awakens every protective fiber in my body. "Logan! Logan, answer me." Tate's panicked voice pulls me out of my mindless pissing contest. But my muscles are throbbing with familiar adrenaline. I need to get to her. "What?!" I spit. My own desperation is taking over. I can't hear anything but my own heartbeat which has now lodged itself in my throat. "Logan, what the hell is going on?!" Tate yells. His faced is laced with concern as he moves out from the seat of the truck. I don't think I can speak, I open my mouth but nothing comes out. I am completely speechless. I don't know what to do. So, I thrust the phone into Tate's hands, watching as he puts it to his ear and listens. Seconds pass as I watch Tate's face morph from concern to sheer panic, matching my own. 

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*COVER REVEAL* "Finding Me" by S K Hartley

Coming January 27th 2014.

The lines are blurred between what is real and what isn't, the darkness that was once a place I feared was now a place of safety. If I stayed in the darkness, the hellish reality of what was truly happening no longer seemed real.

But I was about to be pulled out from under the consuming blanket of dark shadows, and plunged into the murky depths of my past. I was about to be shown my demons and all it's evil sides, all of it's pain and grief. I could only hope I survive it. What happens when the world you once knew crumbles and falls at your feet? Who will find me? Who will save me from my demons? My dark prince or my white knight... And will I find myself in the process.

She loves him.

She. Fucking. Loves. Him.

My mind is reeling, it has been since Tate came home a couple of days ago. I keep running the conversation over and over in my head. The look on Tate’s face told me everything I needed to know, he didn’t need to fucking say it. But even as the words passed his lips, I was still thrown into shock.

‘She loves him. I’m sorry.’

‘I’m sorry.’ Like that is going to stop the ache in my damn chest, or the constant hard-on that appears at any mention of her name. I can’t even bring myself to say it. I can’t even say her fucking name without crumbling on the floor or running into a fit of rage. When did I become such a pussy? Before the school semester started, she was the woman I could not touch. That I could never be good enough for. Now she is the damn reason I wake up in the morning, the reason I breathe.

I have been staring at the alarm clock on my bedside table for what felt like days. I lost the sense of time as soon as my best friend stepped through the door. Every thought that runs through my mind is of her, of them, of us. But as soon as it appears in my mind, I shut it away tight. I can’t think of her, of them … of us. It hurts too damn much.

There are times where I have questioned everything. My choices, my decisions. I have questioned everything. EVERYTHING. All because of her. Everything I did was for her, and now I have no idea if I could carry on without her.

My hands flexed around the football in my hands. Football. Jesus, I have been off of my game for weeks. Coach is losing his shit after every single game, and is probably ready to damn well bench me. My head is so screwed that I can't even concentrate long enough to catch the damn ball. Even now it feels foreign in my palms. What the hell has happened to me?

"Dude, we're headed over to Ace's. You in?"

I looked up from my position on my bed, staring straight at Tate who was peering around the dorm door. He was smiling. As if one of Ace's parties was going to cure my fog ridden mind, and help me move on.

"No." I grunted.

Before her, I would have gone. No questions asked. It was about the beer, the women, about having a good time. But now going to Ace's house for a damn party was like sticking pins in my eyes, and nails in my balls. Pure fucking torture.

"You need to get out of the room, Logan. Locking yourself away in here isn’t going to do any good.”

I could see the sincerity in his eyes, but to be honest it wasn’t making me feel any better. I just wanted to punch him in the jaw. He is my best friend, but Christ, he drives me crazy.

“I said no, Tate.” I sighed.

“Fine. But take a fucking shower, man. You stink.”

I heard the door click as Tate left and shut the door behind him. Falling back onto my bed with a sigh, I threw my forearms over my eyes. I can’t deal with this shit much longer. She is constantly on my mind, making me dizzy with every damn thought. I turn and nuzzle my sheets, and my eyes widen with surprise. Even my fucking sheets smell like her. Like the sea, she smells like the damn sea.

Throwing myself off of my bed, I roughly rip the sheets from it, ready to throw them in the trash. But before I can even blink, my damn body betrays my thoughts. Pulling the crumbled sheets to my nose, I inhale. Hard. The instant her scent hits my nostrils, my cock stirs and my eyes roll to the back of my head. Damn.

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*COVER RE-REVEAL* "Finding You" by S. K. Hartley

'I will always take care of you'

My pain started when I was just ten years old, it was the day my mom got that dreaded phone call. Life has never been the same....

'I will always protect you'

I am all kinds of broken....

I have known Logan White since forever, he is my brothers best friend and my secret protector. I used to have nightmares that drew me into a dark place and when the nightmares got too much, Logan was by my side. I don't have nightmares anymore, but my life is centred around the tragedy of my past.

Logan is the definition of 'man whore', with girls lining around the block to drop their panties at the click of his fingers. But after an unexpected moment things change. Now Logan is somebody else; hot, sexy and so damn delicious and I want to know him. Desperately.

But then there is Angel Walker who is far from the angelic nature of his name, with eyes so hypnotic that I lose my inhabitation’s just by staring into them. But he is a broken man who just screams sin. He doesn't want to protect me or care for me, He just wants me.

Do I want the man who can cut through all of my pain or the man who could cause me more?

Fists will fly, hearts will shatter and desire will be fueled.

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"When I first seen the cover I knew I had to read this book and ladies the book was just as hot!" ~ Girlygirlbookreviews

"Finding You is heartbreakingly beautiful and utterly phenomenal. S. K. Hartley has written a story with such passion, desire and need, that it is beyond words." ~ Romance Addiction Book Blog

"I'm going to gush just for a second so bare with me.....I LOVED THIS BOOK!!!!!!!" ~Michelle Bowman - We Love Kink

"One of the hottest, most intense reads I've ever encountered." ~ Shanora Williams

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*COVER REVEAL* "Badass" by S. K. Hartley

Synopsis

Go to Harvard.

Get a degree in politics.

Marry Dustin Coleman.

Shit, I had my life planned out for me at an early age. my stupid fucks I called parents were influential politicians and I had to do as I was told...Get my degree in politics from one of the most prestigious colleges in the States, plan my wedding to Dustin Coleman son of a powerful DA and keep up appearances.

ALWAYS keep up fucking appearances.

But one night something snapped...

The pearl necklace around my neck quickly disappeared along with the prim and proper cardigans that I wore daily, gone was the elegant young woman of two high ranking politicians, gone was the innocent and naive Blaine Paxton. Now I was someone new...

Someone BADASS.

Turning my back on my high maintenance family I set out to prove that a woman can do exactly what men can do...have hot, no strings attached fucking without consequences or feelings.

Until him...Ryder Wilde.

His name alone could make even the straightest of men fucking swoon, he was hot, sexy and...BADASS.

But now I want to know him, I want to see how fucking far I can push him. The man everyone wants but can never have. I want to be the one to tame him, to catch him.

Just so I can watch him fall on his ass.

And love every minute of it.

 

Excerpt

Once upon a time, I was sweet and innocent. Then shit happened. The End. Maybe I should start from once upon a time... See that girl over there? Yeah, the one in the disgusting pink cardigan and matching pearl necklace? That's me...Well, that was me two years ago before the 'shit happened'. So, I guess this is where I am supposed to pour my heart out and tell you I was abused or that my father was an alcoholic. No, this is where I tell you about how two people fucked me over by fucking each other. Can you see where I am going with this? Two years ago I was going to Harvard, two years ago I was working towards a degree in politics, two fucking years ago I was engaged. My whole life had been planned out for me from an early age, my father using his 'influences' to push me into the direction he wanted me to go. No, I had no fucking say in it, I mean Jesus! My parents are politicians. I couldn't even sneeze without permission. You think in this day and age a girl might be able to choose her own future, her own path. Fuck no, not me! I had to comply with the 'master plan'. What a pile of shit! Go to Harvard. Get a degree in politics. Marry Dustin Coleman. Dustin 'fucking' Coleman, even his name is vile! Sneaky piece of shit! Yeah, even my marriage was arranged. My mother had set me up with the son of a powerful DA and naturally she was ecstatic, me? Not so much. Felicity Paxton was a politician by day and a socialite by night, only meeting with the most powerful and money hungry names in the business. She was hell bent on keeping up appearances, always keep up appearances. No hair was to be out of place, no chipped nail polish and heaven forbid no frowning. “No one likes a bride with frown lines, dear.” She would say. She was fucking delusional. I played along with their sick and twisted games to manipulate anyone and anything in their path, including me. I didn’t have a choice in the matter anyway. I was a timid twenty year old, molded by her parents to ensure appearances were met. And if they weren’t well shit, I would be disowned. There is nothing worse than a powerful politicians perfect little girl going rogue. Anyway, I’m sure you’re wondering where this timid girl went right? Cue my ex-best friend Sophia; she was the daughter of the police chief inspector so naturally we were best friends. Gag me! She was also press hungry; she would do anything to get her face in the magazines. That included becoming my best friend and maid of honor at my wedding. Look I wasn’t always the bitter bitch I am now but hell; I thought I could trust Sophia. I know she was a leech but beside that she was my best friend, someone I could trust. Or so I thought. Keeping up so far? Good. So this is where the ‘shit happened’. Hold on to your hats because this is about to get pretty ugly. “What do you mean it’s no big deal? You’re in our bed with...her!” Yeah, you guessed it I walked in on my fiance and my best friend having sex in our bed, a week before the wedding/freak show. Now, if that was me now I would have cut them a new one. But that wasn’t me; I was timid and afraid of my own damn shadow. “Come on Blaine, it’s just sex.” Just sex? Apparently I had missed the fucking memo that it was okay to fuck your best friend a week before your wedding. “You’re kidding right? How do you expect me to be okay with you sleeping with her?” Was I the only person with a moral compass here? This was not okay. “No, I expect you to do as your future husband says and just get over the fact that I have a mistress.” Oh yeah, he played that card. But what really pissed me off was Sophia, sitting on my damn bed with a smirk on her face, not even trying to cover her surgically enhanced tits. “You look surprised Blaine? It’s funny how naive you actually are. You know your father has several mistresses.” The bitch spoke, damn what I would give to go back two years and kick seven shades of shit out of her. She was right though, as much as it fucking pains me to say it, my father was a notorious player. He had a shit load of mistresses that were happy enough to drop their panties for the politician. Fucking snake. But this wasn't about my father and his que of desperate whores, this was about my fiance fucking my best friend. And what the hell I was going to do about. I know you're desperate to find out exactly what I did. Did I run to daddy? Did I lose my shit and turn evil bitch on them? No, I did exactly what my parents feared most. I went rogue.

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