Title: Tell Them Lies
Author: Karla Sorensen
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Release Date: October 8, 2015
Liz Peters hasn’t exactly gotten the happily-ever-after she’s read about in her Jane Austen books. ‘Always a bridesmaid’ is more fitting to the way life has been passing this good girl by. About to go postal from loneliness, she meets a man who doesn’t seem to fit any of her requirements for a book-worthy hero.
Kieran Carter would do just about anything to put a smile on his terminally ill mother’s face. When he meets a woman in the ice cream aisle at the grocery store, Kieran finally has opportunity to do just that. If he needs to lie in order to give his mom a little hope? Not a freakin problem.
It all seems so neat and tidy. An arrangement is struck that benefits them both, but when lines get blurry and the guilt of lying to everyone they love becomes too much, neither Liz or Kieran can tell what’s real and what’s for show. And somewhere in the middle is the last person they ever expected to fall in love with.
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"Besides," she continued, completely oblivious to him doing a running checklist of how much he sucked, "it's not like you're busy with a girl, are you?"
Good Lord. He wanted to dig that spoon into his eye so that he didn't need to see that hopeful, searching look in her eye. For years, she'd been dropping hints about grandchildren for shits sake. He hadn't even had a girlfriend, not a real one, for five years. Just, you know, scratching the itch when necessary. And here she was, slowly withering away in front of him, wanting something, anything for him so badly.
"I am," he said before he could think twice about it.
"Really?" Oh God, forgive him. She looked so happy.
"Uh huh. I, uh, didn't want to say anything until I knew she was on the same page as me."
And yeah, Blondie from the grocery store had not been on the same page as him. Not the same page, or the same book. Probably not the same bookstore even. And as soon as he'd blurted out those two words that would condemn him to lying to his dear, beloved, sick with cancer mother, it was her face that he saw. Those pale blue eyes that had damn near stabbed into his brain.
"Oh, honey. Where you did you two meet?"
The eyes that had been clouded with exhaustion about five minutes earlier were bright. Fricken' sparkling. Like diamonds or sapphires or some shit.
"The grocery store. She, uhh, she was standing in front of the ice cream, kinda spaced out, you know? And we just got to talking."
Lie. Lie, lie, liar, liar, pants on fire. He was going to hell. For sure. He just bought his VIP ticket.
"What's she like?"
It would have been manly to keep a stoic face and list some random generic traits. But instead, he smiled like a dumbass and just started rambling.
"Beautiful. Like, angel-level beautiful. I wasn't even sure she was real when I first saw her standing there. But she's, uhh, she's smart. It was obvious right away. And she gave me shit within like five minutes of meeting her. Which made me act like an ever bigger ass than I normally would."
She chuckled. She chuckled and Kieran felt his heart damn near skip. It was one of the best sounds he'd heard in a while.
About The Author
Well, let's see. I'm a wife and a mother. I'm a writer who wants to make people smile when they read my words. I own a dog that sheds roughly eighteen pounds of hair every day. I am obsessed with Outlander (both the books and the show). I'm almost exclusively a romance reader, which means I will never truly be considered a literary snob. I think that if I could meet one historical figure, it would probably be Jane Austen. I majored in Public Relations and worked in health care marketing before I had my babies. And I hate twitter. I do it, but I hate it.