This book hit close to home for me as I am sure it will for many other women. No matter our size, shape, color, etc., so many of us struggle with self image issues. For myself personally, I have been struggling with weight and body image since I was in eighth grade. Heck, maybe even earlier than that when I was in fourth grade and a girl in my class asked me why my butt stuck. (Because my ass is awesome, bitch).I hated my body back in middle school, high school and into my twenties. It's not until now in my mid-thirties that i am finally comfortable in my own skin. Mostly.
I immediately bonded with Willow and found myself nodding along with her thoughts with tears streaming down my face. I so badly wanted to see her surround herself with supportive people and grow stronger. Which she did. But boy was it painful and heartbreaking at times.
Now Kane? He makes all the pain totally worth it. he is probably what I would describe as the perfect man. Sure he's got the good looks and the hot bod, but what really did it for me was his heart. Dear God his heart is just huge and beautiful and is what really made him wonderful.
Thank you Harper for writing a heroine that so many of us can truly relate to and for addressing such an important issue that touches so many women and men.
|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.|
Yeah, I love my women to have curves because I find them mouth-wateringly attractive, but also because when they lacked those curves I crave, I always feared I would break them if I fucked how I love to fuck.|
|"I’ve been dreaming about having your thighs hugging my head for months, Willow. Months of wondering what you’ll taste like, how you’re going to scream my name when you come against my tongue, how you’re going to cry and plead for me to fill you.”|
|“When I look at you, I see a woman who could bring me to my knees in a second, but like this, you have me begging to stay there.”|
**I received an ARC in exchange for my honest review. All thoughts and opinions are my own.
|“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.
Title: Perfectly Imperfect
Author: Harper Sloan
Genre: Contemporary Romance
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.
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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