Series: Folkestone Sins #1
Author: Samantha Lovelock
Genre: Dark New Adult Romance
Halliday was an accident. A chance meeting that changed my life forever.
was too great to pass up. Heading west to meet an aunt I had never heard of, I
knew I was taking a risk, but I craved answers. Instead, I ended up with more
questions, and now the dark history of this town threatens to tear me apart.
I knew this was a mistake.Stella
Bradleigh was a distraction. Something to play with when my shadows got too
one way out.
Or so I thought.
stranger with the mysterious past, I thought she would be a good time, and then
I could just throw her away like all the others. Instead, she consumed me, and
now she’s made me question everything I know to be real in my life.
It’s all about her.
what seems most fragile can’t be broken.
Fragile Things is the first book in Stella and Poe’s duet, and the first book
in the series. This is a dark, mature high school/new adult romance. It
contains situations and flashbacks that may trigger some readers, language that
may be offensive, and scenes of a sexual nature (all consensual).
Recommended for 18+ only
help you?” I ask dryly without standing.
you get snotty with me, you trashy bitch,” she hisses back at me.
“Who do you think you are? There are rules here, and low-class sluts like
you follow them or else.”
taken aback by her hostility, it takes me a few beats to register the rest of
her words. Trashy bitch, I can handle. Low-class, well, she’s not entirely
wrong. But slut?
pulling myself up to my full five feet eight inches, and get nose to nose with
princess, I’m sitting over here, minding my own business. What the fuck have I
done to offend your delicate sensibilities? Nothing. You don’t fucking know me.
So. You. Don’t. Get. To. Call. Me. A. Slut.” I fire each staccato word at
her. Though I’m genuinely bewildered by this girl’s unmistakable hatred towards
me, I am also seriously pissed off by her shitty attitude. “Back the fuck
up, Barbie, and leave me alone. Shoo.” Flicking my fingers at her
dismissively, I stand my ground, waiting for her and her minions to leave. To
my surprise, she leans in even closer, her cloyingly sweet perfume wrapping
around me like a candy-scented lasso.
not how it works here. You don’t get to just show up out of the blue and jump
the line.” She peers spitefully down her clearly after-market nose at me.
“There are rules, and just because you’re a Bradleigh, don’t think they
don’t apply to you.”
humour, darknesses hidden in mind-closets that occasionally Jack-in-The-Box her
unsuspecting ass, and a love and loyalty for her friends and family that runs
deeper than any ocean. Her guy means the world to her, and so does her cat;
sometimes even in that order. Her Mum is her hero, hands down. She proudly
wears the crown of a Queen of Innuendo, and of Name That Tune, and has never
met a cliff hanger she didn’t like. She lives in the foothills of the Canadian
Rockies with her British cowboy and their Norwegian Forest Cat, Winston