this crazy process, your notes, your feedback, your support and advice means so much to me. I adore you. Also, to Michelle Lancaster, another dear friend I found in this book world, you’re a germ. You crack me tf up, dude. Thanks for helping me zero in on the vision I had in my heart and for this amazing image of Chase Mattson on the cover.
To Cat Imb, the designer for this cover, thanks for not chopping my head off when I obsessed and changed my mind with each draft.
Huge, special thanks goes to Jennifer, Dani and the entire Wildfire Marketing team for your wonderful service. Thanks ladies for being patient with me, especially when you wanted to wring my neck a few times here and there. You’re the best in the game and you rock!
This brings me to the awesome, unbelievable, amazing bloggers and bookstagrammers who blew my mind by sharing teasers, the cover and every single thing that had to do with Devious Kisses. Thank you for taking your time to read this book, you continue to rock my world, you guys. I adore you so much!
Last but certainly the best part, special and huge thanks goes to my Spitfires group, my favorite people in this entire world—that’s saying something—I freaking love you guys! This one and every single one after, is for you.
And to you, the beautiful reader who picked this book up, thank you for making it all the way to the end. Thank you for being you. If you loved this story, please consider leaving a short, honest, review for it. It means more than I can say.
I love you deep and God bless y’all.
From this Spitfire,
Thandie.
Books by Thandie Mpofu
Westbrook Blues Series:
Reckless Hate, #1
Vicious Hate, #2
Broken Hate #3
Incongruity Series:
A Billion Dollar Plan
A Billion Broken Pieces
Billion Dollar Hearts
Coming Soon:
Anti-Love
Mean Notes
Fake Feelings
PR—A Westbrook Blues Novel
PA—a Westbrook Blues Novel
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PREVIEW OF RECKLESS HATE
Before you go, here’s a little preview of another new adult, dark enemies to lovers book of mine, Reckless Hate, Westbrook Blues #1.
CAUTION, this book contains dark material, reader discretion is advised strongly. Stop right here if you can’t handle the triggers that are in this book!
Prologue
Four years ago. . .
Dread fills my bones. Fear attacks me and grips me by my throat. I can’t breathe. My vision is hazy, but then again, maybe, it’s because I’m drunk, but I remember specifically choosing cola and not touching any alcohol, not even the wine coolers Brittney brought to the party. But either way, I can’t see.
“Please.”
Tears start falling down my cheeks like a torrent of rushing water and my voice is shaky, hoarse and so damn small. I know even if I do scream, no one would hear me. There is no one currently in the house apart from myself and this, this. . .stranger. The next house is at least half a mile over. Stupid estates and their damn huge mansions.
“Please leave me alone,” I cry out, backing away and into a corner. Heavy breathing greets me and then the smell of smoke—not just any smoke, tobacco. My father smokes that when he’s with his friends, but I know this intruder is not my father since my father left two days ago with my mother for something I never bothered to know about or understand. Why would I when I was looking forward to attending my first teenage party? The best party of the year where everyone, and I mean everyone important and popular in Westbrook, would be in attendance to ascertain the ever fun and ongoing social power struggle for teenage superiority, and I was going to ascertain my place once and for all.
At least, that’s what I thought the night would bring.
But this, this kind of danger, I never anticipated this. I’m not one of those girls in the news or in books who falls victim to all sorts of vultures and predators in the dark. I’m a fighter, and I will fight this. . . fight him.
My heart pounds painfully in my chest, threatening to deafen my ears. But that heartbeat, it reminds me that I’m still here, and I still have time to fight. The haze that has fallen over me dissipates, and I