Lie to You by J.C. Valentine
Series: Forbidden #2
Publication date: July 7th, 2015
Synopsis (according to Goodreads):
I thought he was the one. I thought we were headed someplace great. I didn't know anything.
My mystery man is no longer such a mystery. He's still commanding and headstrong, playing my body and mind like an instrument, but I'm finding there are layers to him I never could have dreamed. What I've learned since that fateful night in his apartment has me reeling. Now, though, the truth has taken a backstage to other, more pressing matters.
While I struggle to make a choice that will determine the direction of my future, lies that I thought had been carefully hidden away are coming to light. My head is such a mess I don't know what's up or down anymore. Will I be able to sort it all out, or will the life I've worked so hard to build come crashing down in a pile of secrets and lies?
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Excerpt
"Where are you running off to, pussycat?" Rebel's smooth-as-ice voice carries down the hall, sending shivers up my spine.
My feet stop moving and I pivot around, glaring at his use of Kota's pet name for me and the rest of the dancers even as I shamelessly eye the shit out of him.
Rebel is like the sun. He's stunningly beautiful and impossible to take my eyes from, no matter how bad I know he is for my health. I stand there for what feels like forever, absorbing the vision he makes.
Arms braced against the doorjamb, he's dressed in a pair of loose fitting blue-gray pajama bottoms with the name of a football team emblazoned up the side of one leg in stark white letters. Somehow, just knowing that he follows the sport makes him seem more human. My gaze continues traveling over him, to his torso on full display, revealing his lightly sun-burnished skin and a dusting of coarse dark hair.
He looks so much like Ransom, it floors me. It has got to be a crime for two men to not only be identical in appearance, but also be so amazing to look at.
"Second thoughts?" Rebel prods, a cocky smile growing on his handsome face. He presses deeper into the doorframe, causing the muscles in his chest and arms to flex. "Afraid the Big, Bad Wolf might bite?"
He's so self-assured, it ticks me off. Lifting my chin in defiance, I stride toward him. "You of all people should know I'm not afraid of a little teeth."
Rebel's gaze is locked on me as I approach. When I reach him, he looks down at me with eyes so black, they appear bottomless. In a voice that's low and full of gravel, he says, "The better you eat you with, pussycat."
My feet stop moving and I pivot around, glaring at his use of Kota's pet name for me and the rest of the dancers even as I shamelessly eye the shit out of him.
Rebel is like the sun. He's stunningly beautiful and impossible to take my eyes from, no matter how bad I know he is for my health. I stand there for what feels like forever, absorbing the vision he makes.
Arms braced against the doorjamb, he's dressed in a pair of loose fitting blue-gray pajama bottoms with the name of a football team emblazoned up the side of one leg in stark white letters. Somehow, just knowing that he follows the sport makes him seem more human. My gaze continues traveling over him, to his torso on full display, revealing his lightly sun-burnished skin and a dusting of coarse dark hair.
He looks so much like Ransom, it floors me. It has got to be a crime for two men to not only be identical in appearance, but also be so amazing to look at.
"Second thoughts?" Rebel prods, a cocky smile growing on his handsome face. He presses deeper into the doorframe, causing the muscles in his chest and arms to flex. "Afraid the Big, Bad Wolf might bite?"
He's so self-assured, it ticks me off. Lifting my chin in defiance, I stride toward him. "You of all people should know I'm not afraid of a little teeth."
Rebel's gaze is locked on me as I approach. When I reach him, he looks down at me with eyes so black, they appear bottomless. In a voice that's low and full of gravel, he says, "The better you eat you with, pussycat."
About the Author:
J.C. Valentine is the USA Today and International bestselling author of the Night Calls and Wayward Fighters Series and the Forbidden Trilogy. Her vivid imagination and love of words and romance had her penning her own romance stories form an early age, which, despite being poorly edited and written longhand, she forced friends and family members to read. No, she isn't sorry.
Living in the Northwest, she has three amazing children and far too many pets. Among the many hats she wears, J.C. is an entrepreneur. Having graduated with honors, she holds a Bachelor's in English and when she isn't writing, you can find her editing for fellow authors.
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