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368 pages, Paperback
First published May 5, 2019
“One day, baby, when we’re old and gray, I’m going to look over at you while we’re sitting on the porch and tell you how these tears were wasted.”
She cried harder as she opened her eyes. “God bless… You’re serious!”
“One hundred percent.” I cupped her cheeks in my hands. “That one percent of you… I want it.”
She snorted. “Do you really think I didn’t notice the sign at your shop here? ‘Unsupervised offspring will be pawned’.”
“You’re never a bother to me, Lucy. You or your mom. Call me whenever you want. If you need me, I’ll be there. No matter what.”
Deep down, instead of princes, I thought maybe every woman wanted gentle monsters. Someone strong—scary enough to keep all the bad things away—and gentle only to those he loved. I knew where I went wrong. I’d stumbled upon a faux prince, having never met a monster before. Monsters weren’t easy to approach, but princes came too easily. Maybe you had to deal with someone easy to learn what to do and not to do just in case a monster showed up.


Deep down, instead of princes, I thought maybe every woman wanted gentle monsters. Someone strong—scary enough to keep all the bad things away—and gentle only to those he loved.
It was a painting without color except for the red dripping from the horned demon’s mouth and chin as he feasted upon the naked woman whose nipples leaked fluids. I drew him crouched, the lady in his hold. There was nothing else in the photo, the surrounding scenery faded out with different hues of grays and blacks.
“I simply can’t help myself. I gravitate toward your little family.”
Deep down, instead of princes, I thought maybe every woman wanted gentle monsters. Someone strong—scary enough to keep all the bad things away—and gently only to those he loved.
I found out quickly that Prince Charming was only a toad, first loves were just a scam, and love only existed with one’s parents and sister.
so, um, yeah. . . One Percent of You is one of those books that kinda hit me out of nowhere with its awesomeness. i went in expecting to like it, but i didn't really plan to review it. . . HA. HA. HA.
✨i'm a dumbass.✨
suffice it to say, i really liked this one. dare i even say love? basically, what i'm trying to say is this; bare with me if this review is a bit rough. . . the feels hit me out of nowhere and i'm still not fully prepared to write this thing.
Deep down, instead of princes, I thought maybe every woman wanted gentle monsters. Someone strong—scary enough to keep all the bad things away—and gentle only to those he loved.
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Hadley.
Hadley is a young mother with another baby on the way. Her deadbeat boyfriend cheated on her, and now she's juggling parenting, a full time job, and nursing school. And yet, she's resilient and has her future mapped out.
Enter. . . someone unexpected.
Elijah.
Elijah is tall, dark, handsome, tatted, and just a bit of a dick. He runs his own tattoo shop and is content with his life as a bachelor. And then he meets a toddler named Lucy, and her mom Hadley. Suddenly, he finds himself drawn to the single mother next door.
What starts out as a strong dislike, slowly morphs into friendship, mutual respect, and. . . something more?
Monsters weren’t easy to approach, but princes came too easily.
I stole a kid’s chips. There was no end to my assholery.
❝Stop it.❞
❝Stop what?❞
❝Complimenting me the odd way that you do. I don’t know how to react.❞
❝React however the fuck you want, baby. I’m going to enjoy it, regardless.❞
yeah. . . it was a time ✨🤰
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❝They have me. Whatever I can be, I’ll be for those two. I love all your pieces, especially the ones that call you mom. I hope one day they’ll come to me instead of just you when they need something because I’ll be here.❞
The two of them together. A giant, tattooed man holding my baby? Said man being Elijah. Ovaries exploded.
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my (and Hadley's) reaction anytime Elijah did anything remotely romantic or sweet
❝As long as your mom lets me, I’ll always be your friend Lucy. I promise.❞
And to me, the man was my safe place. A place I didn’t know I needed. So, Elijah, to me and my little family, was perfect in all the ways that counted.
“i love all your pieces, especially the ones that call you mom.”
"know what makes me happy?" i mumbled as we took our time walking down the steps. "what?" she blinked at me with sea-blue eyes like her mother's. "when you smile." and slowly, but surely, lucy did just that, gripping my hand tightly.”
Maybe I should feel bad for getting so fucking turned on by her body, which supplied food for a tiny life, but that just made me want her more.What kept this book from being a five star was Hadley's aversion to using any kind of adult language. I get not cursing around your children, but I don't understand during the heat of passion, how do you still use words like "fudge" and "god bless america."
“I simply can’t help myself. I gravitate toward your little family.”

’Deep down, instead of princes, I thought maybe every woman wanted gentle monsters. Someone strong—scary enough to keep all the bad things away—and gentle only to those he loved. I knew where I went wrong. I’d stumbled upon a faux prince, having never met a monster before. Monsters weren’t easy to approach, but princes came too easily. Maybe you had to deal with someone easy to learn what to do and not to do just in case a monster showed up’.
’Blinking rapidly, I wiped my eyes and tried to laugh but it caught in my throat. “Sorry, this is probably a lot more than you expected when you wanted to befriend us.”
“Don’t apologize. Never apologize to me. I want to be that shoulder you need to cry on.” He tapped it. “Go on, use me all you want.”
”Wow,” I said amused. “Look how far we’ve come. Remember what a jerk you were?”
“Hush. I’m concentrating.”
“You stole Lucy’s chips.”
He smiled. “She dropped them.”
“And why did she drop them?”
“I was an asshole. There. Are you satisfied?”
“Yes,” I said smugly.
His expression turned somber as he drew. “I’m glad that happened. The thought of not knowing you guys.” He pointed to his chest slowly before rubbing it. “Hurts right here.”