Butterface (The Hartigans, #1)

by Avery Flynn

Who were these women who always said the right thing at the right time, and how could she learn their ways? Maybe there was an online class for the socially inept?

Everything was going so wrong that the people at Merriam-Webster or Urban Dictionary needed to come up with a new word for it.

Turns out it was easy to send a bowling ball into the gutter when his mind was already there.

Gina? Being judged every day, before she’d even opened her mouth, about what kind of person she was based on how she looked?

“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.”

She may not need a man in her life to make her happy, but with Ford holding her hand as they walked to his car, she was finally beginning to believe that she was going to get everything she hadn’t let herself believe she wanted.

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.”

The truth was, she didn’t want to be a beauty queen. She wanted to be herself, and no one could stop her from being the best her she could be unless she let them, which she sure as hell wasn’t going to.

I like me just the way I am.”