Title – LIE TO ME, Redemption #1
Author – Chloe Cox
Genre – NA/Adult Contemporary Romance
Release Date – November 7, 2013
The man who saved her is
also the man who destroyed her… or is he?
Seven years ago, I decided I wanted to be a fighter. Marcus Roma showed me how.
Six years ago, my parents died in a car accident. Marcus Roma picked me up off the ground and held me until I could stand on my own two feet.
Five years ago, I fell in love with him.
And then Marcus Roma disappeared. No warning. No explanation. Just gone.
Yesterday, he came back.
And now I have to decide who’s telling the truth, and who’s lying. Who wants something from me, and who wants…
Me.
If I guess wrong, I could lose everything. I need to think clearly. But Marcus makes that impossible. Marcus makes me weak. Marcus makes me want, in a way I’ve never felt before.
Marcus Roma will make me fall. The only question is—will he be there to catch me this time?
LIE TO ME is a new adult / adult contemporary romance novel about truth, lies, and redemption. It is not intended for readers under the age of 18.
Seven years ago, I decided I wanted to be a fighter. Marcus Roma showed me how.
Six years ago, my parents died in a car accident. Marcus Roma picked me up off the ground and held me until I could stand on my own two feet.
Five years ago, I fell in love with him.
And then Marcus Roma disappeared. No warning. No explanation. Just gone.
Yesterday, he came back.
And now I have to decide who’s telling the truth, and who’s lying. Who wants something from me, and who wants…
Me.
If I guess wrong, I could lose everything. I need to think clearly. But Marcus makes that impossible. Marcus makes me weak. Marcus makes me want, in a way I’ve never felt before.
Marcus Roma will make me fall. The only question is—will he be there to catch me this time?
LIE TO ME is a new adult / adult contemporary romance novel about truth, lies, and redemption. It is not intended for readers under the age of 18.
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EXCERPT
“That doesn’t work, Marcus. You can’t have it
both ways. You can’t work for the man who’s trying to destroy my home and be
my…what? What do you even think you are?”
Marcus puts those big hands on either side of
me on the kitchen counter, penning me in, and leans in until his mouth is only
inches from mine.
“I’m the guy who’s going to keep you safe,”
he says.
I shiver as I feel his breath on my neck, and
my heart breaks as he says those words. “Oh. Is that all?” I ask.
His lips graze my ear, my cheek. He rubs his
face against my neck, and then licks it, ever so lightly.
“No,” he says in my ear. “That’s not all.”
Oh God. Oh God, oh God, oh God. The
physicality of this man, and my attraction to him, removes all sense from my brain.
I feel like a zombie, or like I’m hypnotized, like he could tell me to strip
and my clothes would be half off before I even knew what was happening. Like
I’m drunk on him, drunk and deranged and prone to making bad decisions. This
should be illegal. You should not be allowed to drive a human body while under
this kind of influence.
“Marcus, I can’t do a repeat of this,” I say,
and my breath is already ragged. “Please.”
And I push against his chest, gently.
I can’t look at him when he steps back because
I know I’ll be right back there, unable to think clearly through my desire for
him. Not just for him, but for everything to be right between us. That was the
worst part about sleeping with him again—seeing a glimpse of how it could be.
Knowing I love him now more than I ever did, knowing that learning more about
the world in the last five years has made me realize just how lucky I was to
have him in my life at all. And then the hangover: remembering that it’s not
all right. That he still hasn’t explained why he left, that he might do it
again at any moment. Remembering what happened to me after he left the first
time.
How could I bring him back into my life under
those circumstances? How could I ever bring him into Dill’s life under those
circumstances?
That’s why I kicked him out. Didn’t seem to
do any good, though. He’s still in my life. Even if he weren’t standing in my
kitchen, looking down at me with such tender concern that it makes me weak,
he’d still be in my life. Because I don’t think he’ll ever be out of my
thoughts.
“Lo,” he says.
“Goddammit,” I say. I still can’t look at
him. I’m actually sweating, I’m so turned on, and I still have to say no. I
still have to be responsible. And I am furious. “Why can’t you just tell
me? Why can’t you just explain? Why can’t you help me to understand so I can
maybe, maybe, trust you again?”
He starts to speak, but he’s got me going
now. I have to get mad or I’ll start to cry. I think about all those sleepless
nights after he left, I think about all those men who treated me like crap, I
think about Dylan in the bar. I think about how much I hated myself, how I
thought I was just unloveable, if after all that Marcus Roma could leave me so
easily.
I push him in the chest again, harder this
time.
“Do you have any idea what it did to me when
you left?” I ask him.
I can feel the anger roiling through my
blood, twisting around the lust, the love, turning it all into something potent
and powerful and destructive, and if I thought I was drunk on him before, I had
no idea what that meant. I am no longer in the drivers seat. Something else is
happening here. All those things I never said, all those things I felt: they’re
coming out.
I shove him, hard enough to surprise him.
“Do you know what happened to me?” I
shout.
Marcus’s eyes glitter softly, so softly, and
when he speaks, his voice is gentle. “Tell me,” he says.
AUTHOR BIO:
I love to tell
stories. I especially love romance, only with all the good and sexy parts
left in, and sometimes with a little kink, too. I cry at the dumbest
commercials, I hide behind the nearest person during scary movies (and
then make them tell me what’s going on), and I spend way too much money
sending my friends gag gifts. (Amazon Prime free shipping is a dangerous,
dangerous thing.)
So aside from feeling
compelled to sit at my computer and make stuff up all day, I’m an
otherwise normal gal navigating life, family, love and the rest. I am also
a voracious, omnivorous reader, a disastrous cook (recipes are at best
just suggestions), and the human who belongs to two bat%$&!
insane cats.
AUTHOR CONTACT LINKS:
Website
- http://chloecoxbooks.com/
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