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Wow!! What a wild ride was this book. After reading the blurb I was expecting the angst but eveything was so much more. So many layers, so many interconnected lives and lies. Vile characters that can make everything to stay on top, even the unthinkable. Adam was amazing and I can’t wait to read the next book in this duet! Read it in the dark, it’s the kind of story that beg you to be read in the dark.<\/p>\n
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I met Adam Nova under the twinkling lights of a nighttime sky.<\/span><\/p>\n He was hiding, but that gorgeous boy didn’t belong in the dark.<\/span><\/p>\n Nevertheless it was where he lived; a different world than mine.<\/span><\/p>\n I was Livingston Montgomery, Southern debutante. <\/span><\/p>\n With the world at my fingertips, I was well on my to being another spoiled socialite.<\/span><\/p>\n But I didn’t want money. <\/span><\/p>\n I didn’t want social status.<\/span><\/p>\n I wanted him; tattoos, sarcastic smirk, bad boy reputation and all.<\/span><\/p>\n It didn’t matter that he was from the wrong side of the tracks.<\/span><\/p>\n It didn’t matter that my family forbade me from seeing him.<\/span><\/p>\n I just wanted to be Beneath His Stars.<\/span><\/p>\n Download your copy today or read FREE in Kindle Unlimited! <\/span><\/p>\n Amazon: <\/span>https:\/\/amzn.to\/2JossYG<\/span><\/a><\/p>\n Amazon Worldwide: <\/span>http:\/\/mybook.to\/BeneathHisStars<\/span><\/a><\/p>\n Print: <\/span>https:\/\/amzn.to\/2JrjVUK<\/span><\/a><\/p>\n Add to GoodReads: <\/span>http:\/\/bit.ly\/2O32nA9<\/span><\/a><\/p>\n Pre-order In Her Space, the stunning conclusion, today! <\/span><\/p>\n Amazon: <\/span>https:\/\/amzn.to\/2qjVJuP<\/span><\/a><\/p>\n Amazon Worldwide: <\/span>http:\/\/mybook.to\/InHerSpace<\/span><\/a><\/p>\n Add to GoodReads: <\/span>http:\/\/bit.ly\/2MhFMOA<\/span><\/a><\/p>\n \u201cAre you smoking?\u201d Her lip curled in disgust.<\/span><\/p>\n I nodded.<\/span><\/p>\n It was her turn to look disgusted this time. \u201cDo you even speak?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n I nodded again and she shook her head in disbelief before reaching over the space between us and snatching the cigarette out of my mouth so fast I didn\u2019t see it coming. I stood there dumbfounded. People didn\u2019t snatch shit away from me. People were scared of me. Not this brave girl. I should have known.<\/span><\/p>\n \u201cSmoking is disgusting.\u201d She said it quietly like it didn\u2019t matter, but I could tell it did to her. She bent over and put the butt out on the driveway before standing up again and shoving it in her pocket.<\/span><\/p>\n I smirked. \u201cYou gonna keep that?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n Her eyes ignited with anger. \u201cNo, I\u2019m going to throw it in the trash because I\u2019m not a litterbug.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n Shaking my head, I muttered under my breath, \u201cFucking litterbug.\u201d She was being cute. The girl with the too long legs and too big mouth that I couldn\u2019t get out of my mind was fucking cute, too. I was screwed.<\/span><\/p>\n I wanted to full-on smile at her cuteness, but I held my happiness close to my chest. God knew it always came with a price. And I was done paying.<\/span><\/p>\n \u201cYou kiss your momma with that smoke mouth?\u201d she asked snarkily, clearly pissed off about my smirk.<\/span><\/p>\n I lowered my head and took a step back, running a hand through my dark hair. I wanted to tell this girl things. Things I had no business telling her, like that I didn\u2019t kiss my momma with anything anymore. Instead, I asked the question that had been plaguing me since she\u2019d seemed surprised it was me who had left the notes.<\/span><\/p>\n \u201cWho did you think it was?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n Her face screwed up in confusion. \u201cWhat?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n I stood straighter and licked my lips before answering. \u201cWho did you think left the notes?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n I was feeling strangely vulnerable in that moment waiting for her answer and I didn\u2019t like it one bit. Why did it matter to me who wrote her or didn\u2019t? Or who else thought she was the most intriguing thing ever? For fuck\u2019s sake, she was just another rich bitch from the island. Why did anything about what she was about to say matter to me at all?<\/span><\/p>\n She bit her lip again and I still wanted to reach over and pull it from her teeth. It was sexy that lip bite, innocent even, and for some reason that made it all the more attractive.<\/span><\/p>\n \u201cI don\u2019t know.\u201d Her brow furrowed in thought and she looked away, almost like she didn\u2019t want to tell me the answer to my question. But then her eyes landed on mine again. \u201cI thought it was the other guy\u2014\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n \u201cBoone?\u201d I interrupted loudly.<\/span><\/p>\n A disgusted look crossed her face. \u201cGod, no. Not him. The blond. The other guy.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n I let out a long breath accompanied by a sarcastic chuckle. \u201cGrady?\u201d That guy didn\u2019t even graduate high school and she thought he knew anything about astronomy. I would have laughed if the whole thing hadn\u2019t annoyed me so much.<\/span><\/p>\n Her eyes brightened. \u201cIs that his name?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n I pulled out my pack of cigarettes again. \u201cYou like him or something?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n \u201cWhat? No!\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n I walked out into the street and lit my smoke far away from her.<\/span><\/p>\n She started to follow me. \u201cWhere are you going?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n \u201cHome.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n \u201cBut I don\u2019t even know your name!\u201d she yelled and stomped a foot.<\/span><\/p>\n I almost smiled again.<\/span><\/p>\n About the Author: <\/b><\/p>\n Amie Knight has been a reader for as long as she could remember and a romance lover since she could get her hands on her momma’s books. A dedicated wife and mother with a love of music and makeup, she won\u2019t ever be seen leaving the house without her eyebrows and eyelashes done just right. When she isn’t reading and writing, you can catch her jamming out in the car with her two kids to ’90s R&B, country, and showtunes. Amie draws inspiration from her childhood in Columbia, South Carolina, and can’t imagine living anywhere other than the South.<\/span><\/p>\n Connect with Amie:<\/b><\/p>\n Facebook: <\/span>www.facebook.com\/authoramieknight<\/span><\/a><\/p>\n Twitter: <\/span>www.twitter.com\/authoramieknigh<\/span><\/a><\/p>\n Instagram: <\/span>www.instagram.com\/amie_knight<\/span><\/a><\/p>\n Goodreads: <\/span>www.goodreads.com\/amieknight<\/span><\/a><\/p>\n Amazon: <\/span>https:\/\/amzn.to\/2IOzy8z<\/span><\/a><\/p>\n Join Amie\u2019s reader group: <\/span>https:\/\/www.facebook.com\/groups\/amieknightssocialites\/<\/span><\/a><\/p>\n Stay up to date with Amie by joining her mailing list: <\/span>https:\/\/www.authoramieknight.com\/#list<\/span><\/a><\/p>\n![\"BHS-Knight-AN.jpg\"](\"https:\/\/ssp2017.files.wordpress.com\/2018\/11\/bhs-knight-an.jpg\")
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