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Book: Flawed

Author: Sara Hubbard

Flawed is a dual POV, standalone novel. 

Genre: Contemporary Romance 

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Synopsis

When I fell in love with Ivy Carter, I fell hard. She had a grip on my heart, and she refused to let go. After I committed a brutal assault, I pushed her away so she could have a life without me, but I’ve ached for her ever since. I assumed in a few months she’d move on, go off to school, and find some guy that actually deserves her. But that’s not what she did. She pushed back. And the more she pushed, the more I wanted to give in. I didn’t, though. I can be a mean SOB when I want to be. It’s six years later now, and I’m out. I just want to see her so I know she’s okay, but one look at her angelic face through the window of where she works and I’m seventeen again, ready to do what it takes to put a smile on her face. I want to go straight and be the man she deserves, but when her brother steals from my criminal uncle, I have no choice but to make a deal with him. I might as well sell my soul; the devil is kinder.

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Meet The Author

Sara Hubbard is a romantic fiction author. She loves alpha males and the sweet, sassy women who make them believe in change. Sara lives in Nova Scotia, Canada with her two children (four if you count her husband and her needy labradoodle) and works as registered nurse.

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Excerpt

“It’s been too long,” he says, his voice heavy.

Oh God. My brain turns back on, just for a moment. I should say no. I should shout out the words and tell him he can’t have me after breaking my heart, but this is just too good to refuse. So why deny myself? I think about a million reasons why this can’t happen again, but I’m too wild with need to tell him to stop.

He lowers me to the fur rug by the fireplace. When I’m lying down by the fire, the logs crackling and the light a soft orange, I stare up at him. I’m near tears. I missed him so much. Not just this, but his face, his dark but soft eyes, and the way he looks at me like I’m the most beautiful girl he’s ever seen.

He reaches down and lays his rough hand against my face and I turn and kiss his palm. My stomach is alive with butterflies. They’re better than I remember them. People in movies talk about this feeling and I used to feel like it was bullshit, but here I am, enjoying the sensation so delicious and sweet I can’t help but grin.