Butterface (The Hartigans, #1)

by Avery Flynn

“She’s perfect just the way she is, she just needs someone to love her like she deserves.”

“I don’t really know anything about them, but I know what makes me stop and say damn yes I will have some of that.”

“My life has gotten a lot better since I’ve accepted who I am and said a collective fuck-you to the assholes of the world.”

“The world is a visual place. People judge others on what they look like, from skin color to age to physical ability to prettiness, within seconds of meeting.

“We both know I’m not the girl who ends up with a happily ever after with a guy like you, so I need to walk away now while I still can.”

So he kissed her like a man who believed that if he did it right, she’d forget that anyone had ever called her awful names or made her feel like she wasn’t everything a man could want.

Butterface was dead. She was Regina fucking Luca, successful businesswoman with friends, a home of her own, and a life that she loved.

Gina had wine, chocolate, and a sledgehammer. What could possibly go wrong?

“Are you kidding?” Lucy said. “After you told us what happened with that dick-doo-wah, I snagged a couple of shovels from the store in case we needed to help you bury a body.” And that brought tears to her eyes. Maybe she was kinda drunk. But still, only a true friend would help you dispose of a body.

“The thing is that this is me. Sure, I could have plastic surgery and tweak this and alter that, but I don’t want to. More power to anyone who wants to go that route, but it’s not for me. I don’t want to get a makeover. I don’t want to change my face. I just want a man who sees me and doesn’t see the ugly girl. He sees me and he loves me, not in spite of my face but in part because of it.”