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337 pages, ebook
First published July 28, 2015














Good god, he had an English accent. As if he wasn’t hot enough already.


“Okay, for one thing, I’m Korean, not Japanese. Second, I don’t look anything like Hello Kitty, who is a fucking cat. I’m not even wearing a bow on my head. So unless you were trying to make some sort of ‘pussy’ pun, which is just gross, that joke doesn’t even make sense.”
Life was a bitch, and so was I. But fuck it. Bitches got stuff done. And my dress wasn’t finishing itself.

Even though they were my competition, I felt a kinship with them. We were creators chasing after a shared dream. We all wanted the same thing: to win.
He didn’t kiss me, didn’t touch me—just took me in, staring at me like he could tease every secret out of my soul. His eyes were the color of a rainstorm, and I wanted him to wash me away.
Life was a bitch, and so was I. But fuck it. Bitches got stuff done.