Because being pretty isn’t enough… Katherine “Kitty” Peters is done doing what Daddy says. She wants freedom, and she wants it now. When her father gives her a month to take the life he offers or find her own way, she takes full advantage and makes over her whole life. It doesn’t take long for her heart to take over, making Katherine more vulnerable than ever before. Unfortunate circumstances force her to realize that escaping her father’s reign is harder than she imagined, especially when the tattooed maverick she fell in love with needs her help. Katherine is manipulated into making a deal with the devil and return to her old life only to discover her one-month makeover may have changed her more than she realized.
Shealy James is a Georgia native who teaches middle school by day and disappears into the world of fiction at night. She is an avid reader and writer who hopes to one day write full time and leave the world of middle school angst behind. A sucker for love and happy endings, Shealy likes to combine humor and drama to create stories that are both emotional as well as entertaining. Shealy lives her real-life romance everyday with her husband and baby girl.
I sat on a stool sipping champagne while I watched him lift a keg and tap it behind the bar. Not surprisingly, I wasn’t the only one watching the show either. Girls down the entire bar sat up and took notice when Maverick’s tattooed arms lifted the keg to place it in its spot. The ease at which he lifted the full keg was impressive enough, but the way his fitted t-shirt showed off his lean muscles and lifted slightly when his arms were raised—that little strip of skin had the attention of several ladies. The woman next to me crooned, “Dayuhm,” as soon as she saw his happy trail. She received a hateful glare from me, which she either ignored or didn’t notice. I wanted to smile haughtily when he came over and pressed his lips to mine once he was finished, but I was too busy enjoying his lips on mine. Take that, ladies. This man is with me, I wanted to say, but that seemed a little catty considering I had already won. The new me wasn’t going to be catty, though. Pulling out the claws had never felt right anyway.