If you’re in the mood for a fast paced, action-packed page-turner, look no further! Kylie Scott’s most thrilling romance to date releases next week, and if you loved the 90s film True Lies as much as I did, you will LOVE this story. We meet the heroine as she is about to leave her fiancée, but suddenly their condo explodes, she ends up kidnapped, and then discovers that her nice, but oh-so boring fiancée has not only been leading a double life, but that he is not at all the man she believed him to be. Enjoy an AWESOME sneak peek from Lies…
“It wasn’t all a lie, you know.”
“Honestly?” I arched my eyebrows. “What part of it was real?
“I wasn’t lying when I said I love you.”
I laughed. Maybe I shouldn’t have, but I couldn’t help. “Well that’s ironic. Because that was the one thing you said to me that I didn’t believe.”
“Why not?” He scowls. “There was intimacy. We had sex.”
At this, I scoff. It must be done.
“Our sex life was not amazing.”
It takes him a moment to respond. “The average cohabitating couple has sex approximately fifty-one times a year. When you deduct time spent away due to work, we met the average.”
“We met the average? Huh,” I say. “How I aspire to always meet the average, it’s my life goal, really.”
“Bring on the sarcasm, what a surprise.”
“Oh, yeah? How’s this for sarcastic, Thom? More often than not the sex sucked—and not in the good way.” So there. “I bought lingerie and read all of the stupid articles about tips for the bedroom. I tried to keep things interesting.”
His fingers tighten around the steering wheel. “Most women don’t manage to climax every time they have intercourse with their partners. I’m sorry, but I had to maintain the median…the illusion of us being a normal couple.”
I just blink.
“It’s a well-known fact. Studies show that—”
“Wait a minute,” I say, my brain on fire. “Are you actually saying you researched the average relationship, worked out how often we should be having sex, and then only occasionally bothered to give me an orgasm when it suited your purposes?”
“Not my purposes. Your purposes. I was trying to give you the relationship you wanted. Something safe. Normal.”
“Give me your gun.” I hold out my hand. “I’m going to shoot you .”
“Give me your gun.”
“I’m not going to let you shoot me. Calm down.”
“I don’t want to calm down.” So. Much. Rage. “Not only was the relationship fake, but you deliberately gave me bad sex! You’re a monster.”