How to Tell a Lie

Allison Moore does her psychology research from the safety of the internet, where she can study her subjects’ lying ways without the need for pesky human involvement. Online games are the perfect place to look for liars and have fun at the same time.

Seth Brantley is a fellow professor who can make even economics seem sexy. When he and Allison realize they’ve been “researching” in the same game, a face-to-face meeting seems inevitable. After all, they’re practically neighbors—they’ve been working in adjacent buildings for years.

Fresh from a breakup and afraid to take a risk, Allison wants to keep her affair with Seth strictly electronic…but she can’t deny their virtual antics are hot enough to melt their keyboards. Can Seth convince her to give up the safety of cybering and take a chance on passion in the real world?

ISBN (eBook): 9781419926433

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4 1/2 stars from Night Owl Romance; “a smoking hot quirky contemporary romance that will delight readers from beginning to end”

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Excerpt

An Excerpt From: HOW TO TELL A LIE

A blinking pink text tag caught Allison’s eye, and she scanned the personal message at the bottom of her chat box.

Notmyrealname: Are you up for a “Monastery of Doom” run later? Some friends and I are planning a raid there. After eight o’clock, server time. We could use a healer, if you’re interested.

Allison smiled and considered the offer while she automatically cut and pasted the comment—with its accurate grammar, spelling and punctuation—into a file she kept open for that purpose. Notmyrealname almost always wrote in complete sentences, which was rare in the context of online chat. He occasionally used netspeak in an ironic way, and it usually made her laugh, but it was all too obvious he was a well-educated grownup. And one with a good sense of humor, she noted.

Aeiou: It’s tempting. But I don’t usually play at night.

She left it open-ended, willing to be persuaded. After a moment, Notmyrealname’s response scrolled up.

Notmyrealname: I have noticed that. I don’t know what you do for a living, Princess of the Vowels, but I think I want your job.

Aeiou: LOL. You, who are always in the game in midafternoon, are clearly already employed in a way that allows you far too much free time. I want YOUR job.

Notmyrealname: If you only knew! But back to the raid tonight…are you going to come? It will be geeky good fun. If you’re worried about your gear, I could make you a loan. I have plenty of resources.

Allison smiled, raising her eyebrows. Lending the kind of money he was talking about was, within the context of the online game they were playing, tantamount to blatant flirting. Especially when the offer was made in private chat. She tapped her fingers restlessly against the keys, trying to figure out the best response, her research notes forgotten. When she did start typing again, she found herself flirting back automatically.

Aeiou: Hmm. That is tempting. But how would I ever repay you for those clothes? Would I then be a kept woman?

Notmyrealname: Of course not.

Aeiou: You’d put me on an installment plan? Charge me interest?

Notmyrealname: You would be a kept snow elf. And I could take your repayment in trade.

Aeiou: Sir, that’s a scandalous idea!

Notmyrealname: You’d better believe it. But I have to do something to assert my claim, Vowelgirl. After all, I’m fairly certain we’re the only two adults in the guild right now. Well, except for my friends who play at night. My raid group.

Aeiou: I’m thinking of how best to respond to that.

Notmyrealname: How better to spend a Friday evening? Nestled safely in the bosom of anonymity, racing around a dungeon with nine of your best virtual friends, flirting shamelessly in private chat…