Art of the Lie

Up-and-coming designer Lindy is going through a lot of changes. A fabulous career opportunity, a big show at a local art gallery and even a promising flirtation with the town’s most eligible bachelor. It’s a lot for a shy, small-town girl to handle. Now if she can just find the time (and nerve) to seduce her sexy neighbor Richard.

Lindy’s wanted Richard since college, and her unrequited crush hasn’t lessened now that they live in neighboring lofts. A wickedly handsome ladies’ man, Richard isn’t boyfriend material. Lindy knows that. But she suspects he’s perfect for the job she has in mind—getting rid of her pesky virginity once and for all.

ISBN (ebook): 9781419930089

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Reviews and Extras

A fun extra at Tarot by Arwen – a character reading on Richard, with his responses (he was a little skeptical at first, but ended up gaining some insight and spilling some personal information!)

Sabine at Manic Readers says Art of the Lie has “real heart and depth”; four stars!

And another 4 stars – “enticing” – from Sensual Reads

Excerpt

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An Excerpt From: ART OF THE LIE

Lindy looked like a deer in headlights. A very, very sexy deer in headlights, Richard amended to himself. Her eyes were wide and a little glassy, and as he watched, she licked her lips. The pink tip of her tongue entranced him, and he had to take drastic measures to keep from swooping down and just attacking her mouth. Thinking as hard as he could of kitten road kill, he moved to sit next to her, closing the final inches between them.

Virgin virgin virgin, his hindbrain chanted, and he stuffed the chant firmly down beneath the ill-fated kittens before his overeager penis could take up the battle cry and completely short-circuit his brain. He could have resisted forever, he thought. He could have resisted anything but Lindy actually asking him to sleep with her. To be her first. Because he was such a good friend.

He didn’t care if he regretted it later, he was almost dizzy with wanting her.

“If I do this,” he said, trying to lighten the mood, “will you still respect me in the morning?”

Her upper lip flexed. Not quite a smile, but close. “You’re assuming I respect you now?”

“I’m wounded.” He clutched a hand to his heart. “You wound me.”

“I will still respect you in the morning. I might even make you pancakes.”

“Hmm. Sex for pancakes. I think my virtue is worth pancakes and at least some bacon or something on the side.”

“Your virtue?” Lindy shot back. “I thought we were talking about my virtue here?”

Now she was smiling. Nervously, but smiling. Much better, he decided. He loved her smile, especially the cute one where she looked at him like he was crazy but she liked him anyway. “Hey, you’re not the one who’s talking about giving it up for the price of a few pancakes.”

“No, I’m just the one offering to pay for it with pancakes, apparently. But fine, I’ll spring for the bacon.”

“Then we have a deal.”

“Okay then.” She looked a little stumped about what to do next. She was wringing her hands, also, probably not a good sign. Richard pulled one of her hands free from the tangle, rubbing her palm with his thumb until her fingers relaxed a little. She smelled good, like shampoo and perfume.

“So,” he said, trying to sound casual, “we should probably shake hands on it or something. Or, you know, kiss. To seal the deal.”

“Oh. Yeah, that makes sense.” Lindy was back in the headlights again but he decided to just go for it. Her mouth—lush, full lips already slightly parted—was just too alluring to resist any longer.