Forgiving Lies Synopsis:
A matter of secrets...
Undercover cop Logan "Kash" Ryan can't afford a distraction like his new neighbor Rachel Masters, even if she's the most beautiful woman he's ever seen. To catch a serial killer, he needs to stay focused, yet all he can think about is the feisty, long-legged coed whose guarded nature intrigues him
A matter of lies...
Deceived and hurt before, Rachel would rather be a single, crazy cat lady than trust another guy, especially a gorgeous, tattooed bad boy with a Harley, like Kash. But when his liquid-steel eyes meet hers, it takes all of Rachel's will-power to stop herself from exploring his hot body with her own.
A matter of love...
As much as they try to keep it platonic, the friction between them sparks an irresistible heat that soon consumes them. Can Kash keep Rachel's heart and her life safe even as he risks his own? Will she be able to forgive his lies ... or will she run when she discovers the dangerous truth?
Undercover cop Logan "Kash" Ryan can't afford a distraction like his new neighbor Rachel Masters, even if she's the most beautiful woman he's ever seen. To catch a serial killer, he needs to stay focused, yet all he can think about is the feisty, long-legged coed whose guarded nature intrigues him
A matter of lies...
Deceived and hurt before, Rachel would rather be a single, crazy cat lady than trust another guy, especially a gorgeous, tattooed bad boy with a Harley, like Kash. But when his liquid-steel eyes meet hers, it takes all of Rachel's will-power to stop herself from exploring his hot body with her own.
A matter of love...
As much as they try to keep it platonic, the friction between them sparks an irresistible heat that soon consumes them. Can Kash keep Rachel's heart and her life safe even as he risks his own? Will she be able to forgive his lies ... or will she run when she discovers the dangerous truth?
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EXCERPT:
“Rach,
do you really need this many shoes?” I watched as she unpacked the third
box in our closet, and wondered how any person could ever have a need for that
many pairs of shoes.
Her hand stopped mid-way to the
shelf with another pair, and her bright blue glare turned on me. I took a step
back.
“Are you actually asking me that
right now?”
“Say no,” my dad whispered from
behind me. “Course he wasn’t, Rachel. He’s just mad that he won’t have anywhere
to put his sparkly hooker heels.”
Rachel laughed and went back to
putting her dozens of shoes away. “No worries about that one, Rich. I put them
up already, they even have their own little place away from everything so they
don’t get ruined.”
My mom pushed through Dad and me to
get into the closet with an armful of clothes to hang up. “Really, Logan. Give
the girl a break, I have more shoes than this.”
“Oh, Marcy! I forgot to tell you—”
“Is this gonna be a long story?”
Dad drawled, cutting Rachel off.
“Actually, it is,” she snapped
right back with a playful smirk. “So get comfy!” As soon as she launched into
her story about whatever the hell those two always talked excitedly about, my
dad turned and gave me a shove.
“Have I taught you nothing when it
comes to women?” he asked softly.
“What? That’s a shit ton of shoes!”
I hissed, and looked back to see her pull more out. I swear to Christ this last
box was like Mary Poppins’ purse. It was a never-ending pit of shoes.
“Okay, we’re gonna do this quick
and easy. One, your woman can never have too many shoes, clothes, purses, or
jewelry. Two, it doesn’t matter if you know you’re right—because God knows your mother is wrong about … well … just
about everything—but it
doesn’t matter. They are always right.
Just say a simple, ‘Yes sweetheart, I’m sorry I’m a dumbass’ and you’ll be
fine. Three, them asking if they look okay is a trick question. Because, let’s
face it, even if we think it’s the ugliest shirt we’ve ever seen, it’s probably
in style and we wouldn’t know either way. So they always look amazing, remember that word.”
I laughed. Rachel could wear a sack
and I would think she looked amazing. Or she could wear nothing … I preferred
her in nothing. I cleared my throat, and had to look away from Rachel when I
started picturing her naked.
“Four, and probably the most important
if you want to keep your manhood, do not ever
ask if she is PMS-ing. No matter what. Might as well dig your own grave if
you do that.”
Too
late. I was always asking Rach if that was why she was in a bad mood. And
if I was right, there was no way in hell I was going to tell her I was in the
wrong. She could bitch about it if she wanted, but I wasn’t going to go easy on
her for the sake of getting out of an argument. Arguing with her was one of my
favorite things.
Nodding, I slapped my dad’s
shoulder and smiled. “Thanks, Dad, I’ll remember all that.”
“… have to go back and see if
they’re still there.” Mom was excited about something, and from the look of it,
Rachel was too.
“Yeah, we do! Anyway, I just had to
tell you about that, I knew you’d flip,” Rach mumbled as she flattened the last
box of shoes. Thank God Mary Poppins’ box had officially emptied out.
“That was a lovely story,”—Dad
drawled again—“and you
tell it so well, with such enthusiasm.”
Mom rolled her eyes and shook her
head as she smiled, and Rachel just looked at my dad like she was about to let
him have it. At the last second, her head jerked back. “Wait. Forrest Gump … really, Rich? You’re
using Forrest Gump quotes to insult
me?”
“You have met your match, honey!”
Mom cheered, and Dad just huffed in annoyance toward them, but shot me a wink.
“She doesn’t put up with your
bullshit or mine. Son, I’m telling you, you better hold on tight to that one.”
“I will, Dad. Rach, are you done
with the shoes?”
“I’m not sure. If you bring up my
shoes again, I could probably sit here and re-arrange them, maybe set them up
by color, size of the heel, and length of the boot.”
“Woman, get out of the damn closet.
I have to put this up, and if you coordinate your shoes, I swear to you they
will be in a pile on the floor the next time you come in here.”
“Logan Kash Ryan!” Mom chided at
the same time Rachel swore, “I will gut you.”
My little Sour Patch. So fucking
cute when she’s threatening my life.
“Wait, what are you putting up?”
she asked as she walked out of the closet that was big enough for a car.
“Fake wall.”
“Uh. Why?”
“Kind of like a really cheap safe
room. Actually, that’s a lie. It’s just for you to hide behind if someone were
to break in or something.”
She laughed loudly and kissed my
throat. “Kash, really? You’re being just a little bit paranoid. We’re not
putting up a fake wall.”
Before she could move away, I
wrapped an arm around her and pulled her close. “Babe. I almost lost you once,
I’ll be working shitty hours and there will be a lot of nights you’re here
alone. This is for my peace of mind, don’t be difficult.”
“Nothing is going to—”
“Rachel, stop. We’re putting up the
wall.”
“You’re being paranoid!”
I kissed her hard once before
pushing her gently away. “I probably am, but I don’t care. With all the clothes
hung up, you won’t even notice it’s there. And if something happens, it’s there
for you to hide behind. I love you, but I’m getting my way on this, okay?”
She rolled her eyes and gave my mom
a look that Mom clearly understood since she started laughing. “All right,
Kash. If you want to put up the fake wall to help you sleep at night—err, to keep you happy when
you’re away—then have at
it.”
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Molly McAdams grew up in California but now lives in the oh-so-amazing state of Texas with her husband and furry daughter. Her hobbies include hiking, snowboarding, traveling and long walks on the beach, which roughly translates to being a homebody with her hubby and dishing out movie quotes. When she's not at work, she can be found hiding out in her bedroom surrounded by her laptop, cell, Kindle and fighting over the TV remote. She has a weakness for crude-humored movies, fried pickles and loves curling up in a fluffy comforter during a thunderstorm...or under one in a bathtub if there are tornados. That way she can pretend they aren't really happening.
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