Two Little Lies by Rhonda Helms
(Edgewood Falls #2)
Publication date: June 9th 2014
Genres: Contemporary, New Adult, Romance
(Edgewood Falls #2)
Publication date: June 9th 2014
Genres: Contemporary, New Adult, Romance
Natalie Goldsmith has a fabulous life and an equally awesome boyfriend.
So what is her best friend Bianca thinking when she says
she suspects West is cheating—and confesses that she’s hired a PI to
prove it? Totally not cool.
Especially since the cynical PI, Kyle Winslow, is her grade school nemesis. With a smug, know-it-all look on his face, Kyle declares he can smell a cheater from a mile away, and he’s willing to bet it all on West. Well, if he wants to waste his time chasing a lie, more power to him. But just days later, he presents irrefutable evidence of her boyfriend’s unfaithfulness, and Natalie’s enviable life takes a total nosedive.
Determined to not let this ruin her New Year’s Eve, she goes out on the town, dressed to the nines…and ends up having a drunken night of mind-blowing sex with Kyle. Now the guy she hates is the one person she can’t get out of her mind. Even crazier, he seems just as drawn to her too. The more time they spend together, the more she realizes Kyle could be everything she’s been looking for. But should she risk it all on a guy who says he doesn’t believe in love?
Especially since the cynical PI, Kyle Winslow, is her grade school nemesis. With a smug, know-it-all look on his face, Kyle declares he can smell a cheater from a mile away, and he’s willing to bet it all on West. Well, if he wants to waste his time chasing a lie, more power to him. But just days later, he presents irrefutable evidence of her boyfriend’s unfaithfulness, and Natalie’s enviable life takes a total nosedive.
Determined to not let this ruin her New Year’s Eve, she goes out on the town, dressed to the nines…and ends up having a drunken night of mind-blowing sex with Kyle. Now the guy she hates is the one person she can’t get out of her mind. Even crazier, he seems just as drawn to her too. The more time they spend together, the more she realizes Kyle could be everything she’s been looking for. But should she risk it all on a guy who says he doesn’t believe in love?
Sensory
detail came to me in little pieces. The strips of weak sunshine through the
blinds on the window. The rich cotton of the pillow and sheets that touched my
skin. The firm mattress.
The
warm hand resting on my naked hip.
I
froze, cracked one eye open. This wasn’t my bedroom. I wasn’t in my apartment.
Where the hell was I? I ordered my brain to think faster, but it was like
trying to navigate a boat through a thick fog.
Snippets
of memories from last night finally seeped through the swiss cheese holes in my
brain. Tino’s bar. Kyle showing up with friends. His mouth on mine in the bathroom
stall. Coming back to his place to talk. And then…
Oh, God. My face erupted in a burst of
flames that spread down my throat, across my chest. Had I really had sex with
him? I was lying naked in not-my-bed, with not-my-hand touching me. My pelvis
and thighs had a slight tenderness that wasn’t unpleasant. All signs pointed to
yes.
Conflicting
emotions battered at me. Part of me wanted to run away, pretend like this had
never occurred. After all, what was gonna happen between him and me now? Would
he wake up, look at me and be horrified about last night? Regretful? Rude and
dismissive?
The
other part of me couldn’t stop focusing on the gentle pressure of his fingers
cupped around my hip. How his hand flexed in his sleep so he gave me little
unconscious squeezes. The soft cadence of his breath stirring the back of my
hair.
My
chest tightened, and I sucked in a breath. I’d had sex with Kyle. And now that
the pieces were filling in, I remembered that it had been amazing. The best I’d
ever had, hands down. Unbelievably hot and intimate too. There had been moments
of genuine connection between us last night. Not just physical lust. And maybe
that was the thing that was tripping me up the most right now. Because I’d felt
something for him.
I bit
my lower lip. How could I have experienced an emotional link with someone who
wasn’t my type? A guy who tended to aggravate me more often than not? And to
add to the issue, I was freshly single. Twenty-four hours after dumping West,
I’d been all too willing to hop into the sack with Kyle.
Or the
couch, to be technical.
What
kind of a girl did that? This kind, apparently. Bianca would approve of my
sexual revolution. Hell, she’d probably give me a box of condoms and tell me to
keep up the good work.
I lay there
for another moment, coming up with scenarios that wouldn’t end this event in
total awkward disaster. Finally, I rolled onto my back. His hand slid
possessively across my belly and cuddled me closer.
I
swallowed as my heart squeezed. It was so dumb, the momentary flare of wanting
this to be real. Never gonna happen.
Rhonda Helms started writing several years ago. She has a Master's
degree in English and a Bachelor's degree in Creative Writing. She also
edits for Carina Press (an imprint of Harlequin Publishing) and
freelance edits.
When she isn't writing, she likes to do amateur photography, dig her toes into the sand, read for hours at a time, and eat scads of cheese. WAY too much cheese.
Rhonda lives in Northeast Ohio with her family.
When she isn't writing, she likes to do amateur photography, dig her toes into the sand, read for hours at a time, and eat scads of cheese. WAY too much cheese.
Rhonda lives in Northeast Ohio with her family.
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