Butterface (The Hartigans, #1)

by Avery Flynn

Women who looked like her didn’t end up with hot guys like him—especially

“She’s not bad-looking,” Ford said, hoping like hell this conversation would end with that. And she wasn’t. She wouldn’t be winning any beauty contests, but neither would most folks.

“Did you see the size of that nose and the general ugh of that face? Do we need to let the captain know it’s time to pull you in for a physical so you can get your eyes checked?”

So mean. Grow up.

“Don’t worry about me,” she said with more bravado than she felt. “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.

This is true. It’s unfair, but sadly the truth.

This was familiar ground. Really, she was past due for a reminder of the way the world worked. She’d spent the past month in a kind of Ford-shaped cocoon and had forgotten just what the real world was like for the women who didn’t fit into the mold of what society found acceptable.