Expressionate

Romance, New Adult, Contemporary
Cover of the book Expressionate by Lucy Smoke, Lucy Smoke
View on Amazon View on AbeBooks View on Kobo View on B.Depository View on eBay View on Walmart
Author: Lucy Smoke ISBN: 9781386062660
Publisher: Lucy Smoke Publication: July 15, 2018
Imprint: Language: English
Author: Lucy Smoke
ISBN: 9781386062660
Publisher: Lucy Smoke
Publication: July 15, 2018
Imprint:
Language: English

"My stepmother shattered me. My ex ruined me. One look at Tax and I knew he would kill me."

Love

Love. It's a name given to people that you care about. And it was a name given to a little girl that no one cared about. The irony is not lost on me. I've always been a bit separate. First in my family and then in my relationships. Maybe you have to understand the emotion to feel it. 

I've never understood how people will lie, cheat, steal, and murder for it. Why some people hand it over like pennies in their pockets. Or others hoard it like it's their only valuable possession. I don't do either. I'm convinced I don't have any love to give. Someone is going to have to breathe life into my damaged soul before I can ever even consider loving them.

Tax

I'm a shit storm just waiting to happen. Actually, scratch that, I usually don't wait for anything or anybody. The only things I give a fuck about are my boys--my band--and my little sister, Ally. 

I've gone from underground kid fighter I was to whatever the hell I am now--guardian, bandmate, neighbor to a fucking woman that messes with my head. I want to know her secrets, her pains, and everything dark inside of her and whether or not her darkness matches my own.

View on Amazon View on AbeBooks View on Kobo View on B.Depository View on eBay View on Walmart

"My stepmother shattered me. My ex ruined me. One look at Tax and I knew he would kill me."

Love

Love. It's a name given to people that you care about. And it was a name given to a little girl that no one cared about. The irony is not lost on me. I've always been a bit separate. First in my family and then in my relationships. Maybe you have to understand the emotion to feel it. 

I've never understood how people will lie, cheat, steal, and murder for it. Why some people hand it over like pennies in their pockets. Or others hoard it like it's their only valuable possession. I don't do either. I'm convinced I don't have any love to give. Someone is going to have to breathe life into my damaged soul before I can ever even consider loving them.

Tax

I'm a shit storm just waiting to happen. Actually, scratch that, I usually don't wait for anything or anybody. The only things I give a fuck about are my boys--my band--and my little sister, Ally. 

I've gone from underground kid fighter I was to whatever the hell I am now--guardian, bandmate, neighbor to a fucking woman that messes with my head. I want to know her secrets, her pains, and everything dark inside of her and whether or not her darkness matches my own.

More books from Contemporary

Cover of the book Hexed by Lucy Smoke
Cover of the book Stay with Me by Lucy Smoke
Cover of the book The Heiress and the Barfly by Lucy Smoke
Cover of the book Christmas Pawsibilities by Lucy Smoke
Cover of the book The Beauty and Beast E by Lucy Smoke
Cover of the book Façade by Lucy Smoke
Cover of the book Coming Home by Lucy Smoke
Cover of the book It's Always Been You by Lucy Smoke
Cover of the book Resurrected Love by Lucy Smoke
Cover of the book Tokyo Sins by Lucy Smoke
Cover of the book Cowboy Sanctuary by Lucy Smoke
Cover of the book Prognosis: Romance by Lucy Smoke
Cover of the book The Second Song #3: Lost by Lucy Smoke
Cover of the book The Pregnant Freshman by Lucy Smoke
Cover of the book Letting Go by Lucy Smoke
We use our own "cookies" and third party cookies to improve services and to see statistical information. By using this website, you agree to our Privacy Policy