When I read the blurb I just knew I HAD to give this author another go. I LOVE bully romances, and whereas the last "bully romance" I read from this author fell short for me, A Hurt So Sweet made up for it tenfold, and exceeded my expectations! BRAV-FUCKIN-O Betti, my apologies for ever doubting you. The more the story unraveled, the more questions there were. Just when I thought I was figuring it out, BOOM, another secret and I was back to square one with NO FREAKIN CLUE on what was going to happen next. As totally screwed up as this story is, I couldn't get enough of Dexter and Pandora. All the sexual tension, the absolute hate, the lust... SHEESH! “Every fucking time you forget who owns you, I'm going to come back and make you do that again. And I'm going to drink from your pussy like a goddamn tap until you have nothing left to give.”
“You were right. Your body is mine. But thing is, I want the rest too. Your mind. Your past. Your secrets. Your soul. I’ll take it all.
How far would you go to expose the truth?
"Our love is terrifying, exciting, and real. It may not always be story-book ending beautiful, but it's us. It's our story."
“Come on, beautiful,” he groans. “Quit teasing me and sit on it.” I’m positive I must have a contact high because that’s the only way to explain why the actual fuck my step-cousin is summoning me to sit on his penis. “Gross. What is wrong with you?” Shielding my vision with my hands, I proceed to back away. Unfortunately, I knock into the coffee table so hard I see stars. “Dammit,” I yelp, gripping my throbbing calf. “You’re not Hayley.” Talk about stating the obvious. “No shit, Sherlock.” I make the huge mistake of looking up. “Oh, my God, dude. Can you please put your wiener away?” “Sure thing,” the pervert says, rising from the couch. “As soon as you tell me who the hell you are and why you’re in my house.” He has got to be kidding me. “Seriously?” I point to myself. “I’m Dylan.” He tilts his head to the side, like he’s having trouble understanding why my name would have any significance to him. “Your cousin,” I grit through my teeth and he blanches. Eureka.
"Have you ever been involved in a situation where you felt like the other person needed you so they could live?" I asked. "But you couldn't stay there because they were taking the oxygen you needed to breathe?"
The spotlight lands on Samantha Brooks. Years of practice build to the opening night of a global tour. She plays her heart out, but there are darker forces underneath the stage. There are eyes watching from the wings. Liam North fights to keep her safe with every weapon he owns. She’s his greatest pride—and his greatest weakness. The danger comes from somewhere no one expected. Betrayal threatens to destroy everything he’s built. His business. His family. His life. When the curtain falls, only one of them will be left standing.