{"id":256262,"date":"2026-07-13T14:38:59","date_gmt":"2026-07-13T11:38:59","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/1kitap1.com\/en\/clean-girl-spring-willow-hurst\/"},"modified":"2026-07-13T14:38:59","modified_gmt":"2026-07-13T11:38:59","slug":"clean-girl-spring-willow-hurst","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/1kitap1.com\/en\/clean-girl-spring-willow-hurst\/","title":{"rendered":"Clean Girl Spring – Willow Hurst"},"content":{"rendered":"
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Ethan\u2019s brows knitted together as he glanced between April and Noah, the former shaking with laughter. \u201cWe\u2019re on the same amateur basketball team.\u201d \u201cThe B-Ball Baddies,\u201d she gasped out, trying to catch her breath. \u201cPlease tell me you have shirts or something.\u201d \u201cOf course\u2014\u201d \u201cWell, it was great seeing you,\u201d Noah cut Ethan off, glaring at April when she tried and failed to contain her cackling.<\/p>\n

\u201cLet us know when you\u2019ve got some next steps. I\u2019ve got to run, Ethan\u2014why don\u2019t I walk you out?\u201d Noah led Ethan out and April waved as she wiped the tears of laughter from her eyes. God, she would never let him live this down. Walking through the space after Noah and Ethan had left, April tried to imagine it with painted walls, packed with gorgeous flowers of every color.<\/p>\n

It was a pretty picture\u2014soothing, even\u2014and suddenly she was beyond grateful that her friends and family had pushed her toward taking this leap. Her mind was still buzzing with possibilities and ideas, so when her phone vibrated in her pocket, she answered it instinctively before she checked the caller ID. \u201cFinally. Thank you for picking up.\u201d April froze, pulling the phone away from her ear and mouthing a curse as the name on the screen confirmed what she already knew.<\/p>\n

Tyler. \u201cApril?\u201d he asked when she said nothing. \u201cHi.\u201d What the hell was she supposed to say to him? She wasn\u2019t even sure if she was angry anymore, or at least not in the same way. At first she\u2019d been pissed as all hell about the betrayal, crushed that he\u2019d had the nerve to bring someone home into their bed, but then she\u2019d realized she was more angry about the time she\u2019d wasted in New York, time she could have spent with her dad while he was still alive.<\/p>\n

Instead, she\u2019d been in the city living some kind of falsely perfect life that hadn\u2019t been true to herself or her potential.<\/p>\n

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Willow Hurst is an author of swoony romance books with plenty of heat and heart. When she\u2019s not cuddling her cats or writing, she enjoys walking in the rain while she drinks her coffee. Willow also writes steamy romance books under the name Jade Church. 1kitap1.com\/en Also by Willow Hurst COZY GIRL FALL 1kitap1.com\/en Willow Hurst CLEAN GIRL SPRING Magnolia Springs Series, Book 2 1kitap1.com\/en To anyone who\u2019s ever accepted less than they\u2019re worth\u2014may you find someone who plants a field of wildflowers for you 1kitap1.com\/en Playlist Garden Song Phoebe Bridgers Fade Into You Mazzy Star Cherry Harry Styles Someone New Hozier All I Ever Asked Rachel Chinouriri So Easy (To Fall In Love) Olivia Dean Flowers In Your Hair The Lumineers Femininomenon Chappell Roan Good Graces Sabrina Carpenter Peach Broods Here Comes The Sun The Beatles Feather Sabrina Carpenter Lover Taylor Swift 1kitap1.com\/en CHAPTER ONE The good thing about road trips was they gave you plenty of time to think.<\/p>\n

\u2026 Maybe a little too much time. If she\u2019d stopped driving at hour one, perhaps she wouldn\u2019t have spent hours two and three listening to \u201cBefore He Cheats\u201d on repeat while she sobbed over the top of her steering wheel on the near-empty freeway. If she\u2019d stopped after that, then maybe she wouldn\u2019t have felt the all- consuming desire for chocolate and, oddly enough, Milk Duds, that made her pull into the rest stop gas station.<\/p>\n

Well, maybe she wouldn\u2019t have been standing in the heavily-graffitied restroom, waiting for her hair dye to be ready to wash out. She was a woman scorned, unmoored, and, yes, a little dramatic, but she desperately needed a change, to be in control. Because ever since she\u2019d walked into the apartment she\u2019d shared with her fianc\u00e9 and found him literally with his pants down, April had been existing in a state of shock, anger, and desperation. Quite frankly, she was sick of seeing her red-rimmed eyes and the pale-blonde limp waves of her usually luxe hair.<\/p>\n

That was the reflection of a woman she no longer recognized, whose life belonged in New York and began and ended with that man, in that apartment. The face staring back at her in the mirror looked washed out, tired bags under her eyes made worse by runny make-up, and a splotchiness to her nose and cheeks from crying that only made her white skin look paler.<\/p>\n

In the movies, the women scorned were somehow miraculously put together, or at the very least they cried prettily while drying their tears with the ends of their long, flowy hair. April had burst a blood vessel in her left eye from crying until she was red in the face, and there was a slightly wild look about her that was unnerving.<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n

This is a short excerpt from the opening of “” by Unknown, quoted for review and introduction purposes. All rights belong to the copyright holders.<\/em><\/p>\n

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