Book Description
I should have known by the tattoos that Sawyer
was trouble. My mother always said to stay away from boys with ink, but she
ignored her own advice. She also abandoned me and my little sister.
Life's been hard for the two of us, on the run and on our own, but I just turned twenty-one and started working at a bar in a new city. I wear a fake wedding band and a veil of lies.
My gold ring didn't stop Sawyer. He looked into me with his heavenly green eyes, and I nearly forgot my pretty lies. Now he wants to help me get my life together.
I should stay away, because he could blow my cover. When we get found—and I know one day we will—I want my sister to be old enough to handle the truth about our past.
I may be hanging out with Sawyer, but we're definitely not dating. I swear, he's not setting me on fire with every glance or casual touch. We're just friends. I'm not thinking about him wrapping those tattooed arms around me, every second of every day.
Book 1 in the Runaway Lies Trilogy. New Adult Contemporary Romance.
Life's been hard for the two of us, on the run and on our own, but I just turned twenty-one and started working at a bar in a new city. I wear a fake wedding band and a veil of lies.
My gold ring didn't stop Sawyer. He looked into me with his heavenly green eyes, and I nearly forgot my pretty lies. Now he wants to help me get my life together.
I should stay away, because he could blow my cover. When we get found—and I know one day we will—I want my sister to be old enough to handle the truth about our past.
I may be hanging out with Sawyer, but we're definitely not dating. I swear, he's not setting me on fire with every glance or casual touch. We're just friends. I'm not thinking about him wrapping those tattooed arms around me, every second of every day.
Book 1 in the Runaway Lies Trilogy. New Adult Contemporary Romance.
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Fun Facts!!
1. I don't get a crush on
my leading men every time, but I sure fell for Sawyer. How bad was this crush?
Let's just say there was a guilty confession made to my husband.
2. Some beta readers asked
me if the infamous maple syrup scene might be taking it too far. I'm sure for
some people, it was. However, is there anything more exciting than hearing an
artist you enjoy saying the phrase, “I took a risk”? I have a musician friend
who pointed out that I'm quite brave with my work. Trust me, I don't always
feel brave, but I'm willing to take risks.
3. The original title was Forget You, for all of about a day. The
other people I tested the title on didn't really “get” the title, plus it
seemed a bit aggressive, like the Cee Lo Green song. I knew that the simple
title might be hard to find using a search engine, but I enjoyed it so much, I
used it anyway.
4. For
You is my fourteenth book. I started out self-publishing YA
books in 2011 under the name Dalya Moon. I frequently had to tone down the
romantic scenes in my stories to keep them YA, so moving into erotic romance
and New Adult made perfect sense for me.
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EXCERPT
Aubrey's
POV
The man at the counter didn't say a word to me, either. He
barely took his eyes off the TV sitting at the side of the counter.
When I got back to our pool table, Sawyer was using the Lady
Helper to make a shot.
“No way,” I said. “You're using the Lady Helper? I wanted to
use that five shots ago, but I thought you'd make fun of me.”
He tapped the cue ball gracefully, sending it arcing around
one ball and gently into another, which ricocheted into the pocket as if
programmed.
He said, “No shame in using the tools you have, or taking
assistance.”
“How zen.”
“And this isn't a Lady Helper.” The stick had a metal waving
bit at the end, and Sawyer held it up proudly, like a trident.
“What do you call it?”
He grinned. “I call it The Fucking Thing. As in, hand me The
Fucking Thing already, so I don't bend over and give all you perverts a good
view of my ass.”
I laughed into my hand.
“So that's what it takes to get you to laugh. A couple of
swear words, and the mental image of my ass on display.”
“Gimme the stick. I paid for an hour and I want my money's
worth.”
As I reached for the cue, he jerked his hand back. “Gimme?”
“Please and thank you.”
“That's better.” He turned around and pointed to the purple
ball. “Now sink that in the corner pocket.”
“I'm still solids? Because I see at least three shots that
are easier.”
“I know. But you won't get any better taking the easy shots.
You may as well be at home baking cookies for your daughter.”
I inhaled sharply. My
daughter. My lies sounded so much worse on someone else's lips.
Getting in position for the shot, I realized I had to bank
the ball, so I moved around the table. As I shifted past Sawyer, the back of my
legs brushed against his. We'd only touched when riding the motorcycle, and the
brief contact made me keenly aware of his body. His energy. The mass of him,
tall and masculine, inches away from me.
His voice low and husky, he said, “I know I promised not to
do this, but I have to. Do I have your permission to get in here and help you.”
“Yes.”
Slowly, he positioned himself just behind me and reached his
arms around me. I wasn't scared or upset, because it was Sawyer, and I trusted
him. His hot hands looped over mine on the cue, and his heat radiated into my
side. His breath hot on my ear, he murmured, “Easy.”
I swallowed and tried to focus on the shot, and not the
feelings bubbling up inside me.
“Easy,” he repeated.
“Easy peasy,” I said.
“More like easy does it.” He moved the cue back and forth
with authority. He was so good, it made me appreciate the frustration Bell had
when I helped with her hand-lettering. Of course writing letters came easily to
me; I'd had years of practice and muscle memory.
“Okay, I got it,” I said. “You can let go.”
He gripped my hand tighter. “No, I can't.”
I turned to look at him, our faces so close, our noses were
nearly touching. I lost myself in those green eyes, unable to breathe. My pulse
thrummed in my ears.
He said, “I can't let go, because I'm going to help you make
the shot. Focus on the feeling, and I'll set it up again for you to make on
your own.”
“Okay, do it.”
He chuckled. “You have to open your eyes.”
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