He is desperate to remember.

She will destroy everything to forget.

Konnor Slater:

Up until now, my life has been a mirage of sorts. Of dark, sunless places. Of bourbon and women. I don't mind. I think I'm pretty happy, really.

But then it happens. . .

It is like any other night at the campus tavern, booze, laughs and kebabs. I am happily slipping into my favourite kind of state of mind - intoxication - when she starts to sing.

That voice. . . physically disorientating.

That hair. . . blonde like the sun.

And I can't stop staring.

Just the sight of her brings a kind of clarity with it, illuminating missing pieces in my mind.

She makes me want to feel again. . .

Blesk Bellamy:

Starting my first year of university means leaving my hometown and all the secrets buried beneath the dirt - all the memories now deep below the ground.

So, fresh start!

What could go wrong?

Cue the charismatic and gorgeous Konnor Slater.

Emerald-green eyes that stare straight into me. Through to my soul.

He is the last thing I am looking for. In fact, he's everything I'm trying to escape.

But he's dead set on finding out everything about me.

And in doing so, he's going to dig up all those secrets.

**Trigger WARNING. Facing Us can be read as a standalone and has a H.F.N with a mystery that won't be completely unravelled until book three. Each book in the Kids of The District Series is told from a different character's perspective and explores a different relationship. There is sex. There are dark scenes. Be prepared.**

QUOTES:

Jealousy. . . "Where are you going with Drake tonight?” Her lips part and she’s sucking extra air in. Her chest rises and falls with more need. My eyes dart to her mouth to watch her tongue run along her lower lip, and I’m overwhelmed with the urge to taste that lip and that tongue."

Violence. . . "As I pick up the switch knife and feel the cold metal in my palm, I run my finger over the blade, the rigid edge grating my pad. The excitement of the following five-minutes forces blood directly to my groin and I find myself in a state of impatience, eager to show -"

Sex . . . "My lips trail their way desperately down her chin, down to my favourite part of her neck where her pulse throbs frantically, and all over the delicate skin around her chest."

Romance. . . "When I hear that sweet voice, my arms tighten around her, twitching with the need to protect her, and clutching with the need to keep her."