Beneath the Hood (Sugarlake, #3)

by Emily McIntire

For anyone who has ever hidden behind a happy face. It’s okay to not be okay.

To be beautiful means to be yourself. You don’t need to be accepted by others. You need to accept yourself.

He’s way too old for me, and a thousand percent off-limits, but he’s hella hot so I can’t find it in me to care.

The truth is, I’m addicted to Jackson’s hatred.

He’s my anchor. The only thing keeping me from being lost in tumultuous seas. And

at some point, you have to choose—quality of life or quantity?”

I love him. Those are the only thoughts flowing through my brain as his tongue swirls around mine. That I love him, and it’s the realest thing I’ve ever felt. That in a world of superficial, he’s my authenticity.

I’ve never had anyone who made me feel so drunk on lust.

I never realized that loving someone meant giving up such a huge amount of control.