Series: Folkestone Sins #1
Author: Samantha Lovelock
Genre: Dark New Adult Romance
Cover Design: Opulent Designs
Release Date: August 13, 2020
Poe Halliday was an accident. A chance meeting that changed my life forever.
My mother didn’t have secrets; her secrets had her. After she disappeared, I had nothing.
Or so I thought.
When the invitation arrived, the opportunity to learn about my mother’s past 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.
It’s all about him.
I knew this was a mistake.
Stella Bradleigh was a distraction. Something to play with when my shadows got too dark.
I spent my entire existence forced to live a life I didn’t want. There was only one way out.
Or so I thought.
When she arrived, none of us had any idea what it meant. Meeting the beautiful 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.
I knew I was a mistake.
Sometimes what seems most fragile can’t be broken.
★ Folkestone Sins is a series of interconnected duets. 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
I rinse my mouth at the sink and see my tongue is still in one piece and has stopped bleeding. Turning to look at the others, part of me that has been empty for so long fills with the glow of friendship being offered.
All of a sudden, the bathroom door slams open, connecting solidly with the wall behind it and making us all jump. Expecting to see Hali ready to stab me in the face with her lunch fork, I’m utterly shocked when Poe strides angrily into the room.
“Ladies,” he growls. “Out. Now.” He locks his predatory gaze with mine. “Not you, Bradleigh. You stay.”
“Dude, you know this is the girls’ bathroom, right?” Sunday follows her question with a pointed look at Poe’s crotch.
“I’m aware. I also don’t care. Need to have a few words with your girl here.”
A sarcastic cow with a decent sense of humor, I have darknesses hidden in mind-closets that occasionally Jack-in-The-Box my unsuspecting ass, and a love and loyalty for my friends and family that runs deeper than any ocean. My guy means the world to me, and so does my cat, sometimes even in that order. My Mum is my hero and the coolest person I know, hands down. My achievements include being a Queen of Innuendo, kicking serious ass at Name That Tune, and managing to fall down the same set of stairs three times in the same day.