Beauty, book two in the Hate Story Duet by Mary Catherine Gebhard, is available now!
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Once upon a time, I thought love was a fairytale.
My prince was a Beast with blood on his hands and ice in his veins. My family offered to save me. The only price: leaving the tattered pieces of my heart behind.
Our love was irrational. Cruel. Unforgiving. Nothing like the storybooks said it should be—but it was perfect.
The longer we were apart, the more I lost myself. He was vicious and domineering, but I craved the submission. Together we were destructive, but I was addicted to the devastation. Still, I thought titles mattered. To my family I was princess, and to the Beast I was slave. I was too naïve to understand that even though he’d been my captor, he’d broken the shackles on my soul.
Once upon a time, I thought love meant happily ever after.
Now I know better.
*laughing in distance*
I thought she couldn’t get any better? I mean is MCG even real? Is she a sorceress? We might have our doubts but we’ll never know.
All fairytales have a happy ending except for Frankie’s. She is supposed to be the princess of her story and her prince, the Beast was still destroying everything she had ever known. But the heart wants what it wants and for Frankie no one else mattered. Their love was sick, wrong, dark but it was all they ever wanted.
I MEAN WTH??? This book obliterated me. I am gone. DONE FOR. I cannot tell you how much I love MCG playing fucked up minds games with her readers. If you thought she’ll give you an easy pass, ha you were so dead wrong. Reading this story was a compulsion. I couldn’t stop. I DID NOT want to stop.
The entire premise of this story is crazy mad messed up. It makes you so God damn uncomfortable that you worry about everything you know. And that’s the absolute brilliance of this duet. You do not know what you’ll be hit with next. The anticipation, the magnificent fucked up love between Frankie and Beast and just every little detail makes you want more and more and more.
Also, I’d like to say that Beast is my boo thang and he should be protected at all costs.
My mind is full of Beast right now!! *wink wink*
Frankie thought she was doing a great sacrifice by offering herself instead of her father’s life. That is where she went wrong. Her naivety becomes her downfall. Now she is trapped with a Beast who is hell bent on destroying every little part of her.
Why did no one warn me that this book was going to take over my life? I am so obsessed with this story and the characters. The twists and turns, the brutality and the whole psychological fuckery made me fall in love with Beast and Frankie.
Not many people can make you love the twisted mofo of the story but MCG made you fucking adore him and not even think twice about it. I am freaking mad about this whole story and when i say it’ll stay with me forever I mean F.O.R.E.V.E.R.!!! Also, man I’m gonna devour every book my MCG and then I’m gonna follow her around like a lost puppy asking her to love me.
Are you going to punish me?” I whispered.
A smirk came to his lips. “I think you’ve been punished enough for today.”
Disappointment hit my stomach in an odd ache. I was fucked up. I actually wanted to be punished. His gaze slimmed as if he could read my mind, and then his fingers darted back between my lower lips, spreading them.
“Unless you want to be punished.” His thumb worked a taunting rhythm beside my clit, not ever touching it, just enough to drive me mad. I clawed his neck, head falling with a sigh into the soft fur rug. “Do you want to be punished?” I nodded frantically and he said, “Say it.”
“Please punish me.” There was no hesitation. The words fell from my lips the minute he demanded it.
He laughed, rumbling and low. “Too fucking bad, little slave. You’re mine. I’ll use you however the fuck I want.” I groaned then caught the glint in his eye. This was his punishment: making me admit my need, making me beg, then having him deny it.
His grin widened. Before I could protest his punishment, he plunged his fingers inside me.
About the Author
Mary Catherine Gebhard bites off more than she can chew. She’s lived in Salt Lake City, Utah her entire life but occasionally goes on vacation from reality. Don’t worry, she sends postcards.