her teenaged heart.
Fast forward almost seven years later and her libido still hasn’t gotten the
Now they’re frenemies… with benefits.
Which suits Azalea just fine. She gets what her body craves while keeping her
heart safe. Kind of.
Drake has loved Azalea since the day they met. He knows that she’s his forever.
Too bad she only sees him as a good time. He wants more. Needs more.
If only he could convince her that it’s real this time. He’s more determined
than ever to prove to Azalea that chemistry like theirs doesn’t exist only in
The odds may be against Drake, but he’s prepared for an uphill battle.
There are a lot of reasons that I love LK Farlow’s books. She writes books that talk to my heart in a language that I can understand. Truly rooted in the South, An Uphill Battle is book about star-crossed lovers that can’t get it together.
Azzy and Drake have been doing the tango of back and forth since their teen years. While both of them want more with the other, neither of them will admit it to the other. They play all kinds of games with each other and it was sorta, kinda frustrating but then again it was sorta, kinda funny. I don’t even know if that makes sense, but it does make for serious push and pull, back and forth, love-hate enjoyable read.
Another hit from this author. She has a way of making her story’s down to earth and have the real home southern feel. This story has a lot of miscommunication and bickering between the main characters but it fit the story line and these characters to a T. Azalea and Drake were the perfect match and just like the title states, it was a battle for them to get where they are at the end.
Second chance, friends to lovers is the main plot of this book but seeing Azalea overcome her past and move forward, had a big impart for me. I laughed and cursed and enjoyed seeing the characters from the first book. I can’t wait to see what the authors going to give us next. We have a small hint in this one and I am super excited. 5 stars #2OCCJD
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Collins, I don’t see you on our appointment book today,” Seraphine says,
wagging her finger at me with a twinkle in her dark brown eyes.
because I’m not. Does Azalea have time to fit me in?”
Magnolia could fit you in quicker than—”
don’t mind the wait. How long’s it gonna be?”
make myself comfy in one of the waiting room chairs, “That’ll be just fine,
her eyes at me, “I’ll let her know you’re here.”
unnecessary. It’s a surprise visit.”
shakes her head at me, but goes back to whatever she was doing at the computer,
thank God. Because I’m counting on the element of surprise to work in my favor
here. If she knows I’m here, she’ll start working on getting her walls up, but
if I catch her off guard, I might just catch her unguarded, if you know what I
time, I play around on my phone, checking social media and shooting the shit
with Simon and Cash in group text. I impress myself by only checking the time
every five minutes, but my God, it really does feel like an eternity waiting on
when I hear the sound her sweet voice coming closer. “You have a wonderful day
Mrs. Jones, and be sure to tell Seraphine to book extra time at your next
appointment so that we can do those lowlights.”
walk far enough into the room to see me, so I stand and follow behind her to
her station. She grabs the broom and starts sweeping, but jumps and throws it
down when she sees me. “Holy guacamole, you scared the ba-jeezus outta me!”
smile with my fist, “I can see that.”
you doing here?”
haircut,” I tell her, claiming her chair.
her trademark scowl at me, her eyes drilling into me like lasers. “So, make an
appointment.” She turns of walk away, but I reach out and snag her wrist.
one,” I tell her, knowing it will make her that much more irritated. I know
these games are stupid, but her mad gets me so hot.
certainly do,” Azalea replies, her cheeks red with anger.
sure there’s a sign in the window that reads ‘Walk-in’s welcome’. You’re
certainly not making me feel very welcome. Not at all. Which, as the owner of
this establishment, you should know is bad for business.” I tsk, wagging my
finger at her.
right now!” Azalea hisses through clenched teeth. Her eyes are so big, they
look like they might pop right on out of her head.
think so. You get your cute ass over here, and buzz my hair down.”
a battle of wills and I’m playing to win. We remain frozen, staring one another
down, until she rolls her eyes and stomps back over to me, like I knew she
would. Drake, 1. Azalea, 0.
of her wrists, she has the cape draped around me. She shoots me an evil gleam,
before pulling it as tight as it will go, damn near choking me. “Take it easy,
Bit,” I croak, only to be whopped upside the back of my head with her comb.
“What the hell?” I yell at her, but she just smiles and pops the guard she
knows I like onto her clippers.
hand planted on the top of my head, she uses the other to move the clippers
through my hair, buzzing it down in fluid movements. Azalea takes her time,
dragging out my simple buzzcut because she thinks it’ll annoy me. She couldn’t
be more wrong. Hell, for half the haircut, her perky C cups are all up in my
face, and for the rest of it… her hands are on me, and there’s not a single
thing annoying about any of that. No, I fucking love it.
huh? That an invitation?”
You’re so gross!”
the front of the cape with both hands, I pull until it unsnaps. Rising from the
chair, I take two steps toward Azalea, effectively backing her into her station.
“Gross? You think I’m gross?” I gently
run my nose up her neck, lingering just below her ear. “Naw, you don’t mean
that, do you?” My voice is hoarse and low, the sound of it causes Azalea’s skin
to break out in goosebumps.
she fires back, but her tone—all soft with want— betrays her words.
step closer, leaving not even an inch between us, “We both know you’re lying
through your teeth, but that’s okay Bit. Best be glad we’re in your place of
business, or I’d call your bluff.” I cover her lips with mine and tunnel my
fingers into her long, blonde hair. “Or maybe I still will,” I speak the words
against her lips, delighting in the feel of her rapid breaths. “Right here.
Right now.” I punctuate the words with a kiss, hard and rough, before stepping
stands there, bracing herself against her station, almost as if she’d crumple
to the floor without its support, and damn if that doesn’t make me feel like
the king of the world. “Thanks for the haircut. You have a nice day, and when I
call you later… answer.”
words. She’s been writing stories and poems for as long she can remember. A
Southern girl through and through, Kate resides in beautiful, sunny LA—that’s
Lower Alabama, y’all—with her amazing husband and three wonderful children.
When she’s not writing, you can find her snuggled up on the couch watching
nature documentaries while she crochets or with her nose in a book. All Kate
really wants in this life is her family happy, strong coffee, a good book and
more Happily Ever After’s.