Perfectly Imperfect by Harper Sloan
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- Stars
- ★★★★★
- Heat
- Molten
- Genre
- Contemporary
- Series
- Standalone
Recommendation
Often I’ll read a book and have no connection to the heroine. I don’t always mind it. If the story is good, I can usually overlook it. But Willow. Every woman you’ve ever met in your life will be able to relate to Willow. I don’t care if you’re a size 4, 14 or 24 or if you’re 16, 36 or 56 years old, at one point in your life you’ve hated something about your body. Not all of us suffered the same tragedy and difficult upbringing as Willow, but we’ve been there. The greatest thing about this book? Willow’s issues were only part of the story. It’s a big part, but when it comes down to it, it’s a fantastic, romantic story of love and trust. And don’t even get me started on the sexy, alpha Kane Masters. Well done Harper! [November 2015]
Excerpts
Call me a pussy – but there's nothing wrong with a man who enjoys a good romance book. My dad always said the best way to learn what a woman wants is to pick up some of the smut they love to read so much. Written by a woman, it might as well be a road map to instant pleasure.
Every sinful curve on your body makes my mouth water. I want to run my tongue over every inch of you, tasting and biting until you have no doubt that what makes you tense with apprehension makes my cock hard to the point of insanity. Your body is meant for mine, and there is no place in your mind for you to doubt that.
I welcome the light just as much as I welcome the body I used to hate, because not only does this man I love adore every inch, but through his eyes, I do too.
Publisher 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.
Review published November 16, 2015