About Good Lies:
Releasing May 8th, 2017
If
Warren Price was gasoline, I'd be a lit match.
Addison
Wanks, rock ’n’ roll’s favorite daughter, is good at keeping
secrets.
Secret
One
She’s responsible for the
long-standing feud between her father’s band, Wanks and Janks, and
younger band Wild Minds. She may or may not have let Wild Minds’
sexy bad-boy lead singer Warren defile her backstage at a concert.
Okay, she totally did.
Secret
Two
She’s
supposed to be attending college but instead skips town to follow
Wild Minds on their European tour. Addy adores Warren Price.
Secret
Three
Europe
doesn’t go so well. Her sexy lead singer turned out to be king of
assholes. He’s arrogant, demanding and controlling. Addy loathes
Warren Price. Oh, well.
Secret
Four
Fast
forward a few years and Addy is planning to attend her father's
farewell tour when she hears the news—Wild Minds is back in the
good graces of Wanks and Janks. The two bands will be headlining
together. This is going to make avoiding Warren difficult. Especially
since it seems Warren doesn't want to be ignored. He also doesn't
want a divorce. That's right, Addy is married to the Wild Minds front
man. Shh. Don't tell anyone.
What
will happen when all Addy’s secrets are revealed?
About Charlotte West:
Charlotte West writes romance about strong heroines and the sexy alpha males who love them. She lives in Washington state with her husband and very large dog (think miniature pony size). She spends way too much money on books, and way too much time reading. When she’s not reading, she’s feeding her reality television addiction, eating chocolate, or traveling. She's been known to consume her weight in Girl Scout cookies. She has a degree in Science and a Master's in Education, neither of which she is currently using but is still paying for. Occasionally, she moonlights as a YA author.Giveaway:
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Excerpt:
Putting my head down, I
decided to follow Ash. After all, Warren had said, “Get
out,” to
everybody. I was only respecting his wishes. That was nice of me.
Considerate. I’d even collect my bags at a later time. Scratch
that. I’d just buy all-new stuff. I’d use Billy’s card. He’d
like that. Daisy could go shopping with me.
My
arm grazed Warren’s. Heat pricked along my side at the contact. He
stayed as still as a statue, his body taut and tense. He was going to
let me pass. Thank you very much. I was almost home free. Until his
hand shot out and wrapped around my upper arm, his grip tight enough
to halt me but not tight enough to hurt me. I could feel the warmth
from his palm through my damp sweatshirt, burning me, branding me.
“Not you,” he
said, his voice hardening.
I
shuffled back into the bunks, forcing him to let go. His stare went
to my heaving chest. It felt as if the temperature had skyrocketed a
thousand degrees.
Warren advanced. His
nostrils flared and his septum piercing, a thin silver band, flashed
in the low light.
I
stepped back until I was pressed against a sliver of wall. Dammit,
why’d they have to make these spaces so tight? Warren kept coming
until he was flush against my front. I fisted his shirt. To push him
away or bring him closer, I didn’t know. Then his fingers were in
my belt loops, pressing me into him. I could feel his desire for me,
his hardness against my stomach.
“Warren…” I started.
He closed his eyes.
“Fuck, I’ve dreamt about you saying my name. Say it again,” he
demanded. Always so bossy.
“Warren,” I said again,
this time more firmly.
He didn’t understand my
tone or he chose to ignore it. Probably the latter. His head lowered
and then his lips crashed against mine. He cupped the nape of my neck
and begged entrance into my mouth with his tongue.
Something inside of me broke
free. A need so fierce it bulldozed all my common sense, all my
reasons against this, everything I’d kept tightly reined in for the
last few years. I yielded to him. His mouth tasted like whiskey and
chocolate, two of my favorite things. Warren groaned and it was like
a tiny earthquake inside of me, the vibration snaking down to my
belly and igniting desire between my legs. As if he sensed it, his
kiss became hotter, wetter, more demanding.
Somehow, my hands found
their way under his thin t-shirt, caressing his abs. Cool air hit my
stomach and then the tops of my breasts. Warren was stripping me. He
broke the kiss for one second to whip my sweatshirt and t-shirt over
my head. Then he was back on me, his tongue in my mouth, his body
shifting down and up, forcing my legs to wrap around his waist to
keep balance.
He rubbed against my core. I
made a guttural sound. His lips withdrew and then plastered to my
neck. Oh, God, he still knew my sweet spot, right behind my ear he
licked and whispered, “I knew you’d come back to me. I knew it.”
What? A cold sensation crept
along my spine. Warren didn’t notice. He sucked the thin skin on my
collarbone. I almost forgot what he’d just said but then he opened
his big fat mouth again. “Are you sorry for what you did? Leaving
me in Rome?” He kissed a wet trail down to the top of my breast.
“You want me back, don’t you? Jesus, I should make you beg but I
don’t think I’m going to last.”
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