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Liars by Lucy Lennox & May Archer

 

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A Licking Thicket Novel, Book 2

 

 

 

Parrish Partridge’s True Facts:

There’s nothing hotter than a tall, gruff, bewildered, tattooed mountain of a man cuddling a sweet, orphaned baby, so you can tell yourself that you’ll resist him…

But that’s a lie.

And when that man asks you to do him a favor and pretend to be his very temporary, very fake fiance to help him get custody of that adorable baby, you can pretend you know better than to say yes…

But that’s a lie, too.

And when you actually get to know your kind, strong, pullet-loving prince of a fiance, and all his crazy, lovable, meddling neighbors, you can tell yourself you’re not really falling for Diesel Church and the town of Licking Thicket…

But that might be the biggest lie of all.

 

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 Excerpt :

A bloodcurdling wail echoed through
the little stairwell, and I froze for a second, then rushed headlong down the
steps two at a time, skidding to a halt halfway down the staircase when I found
the source of the sound—a wriggling baby in a fuzzy pink sweater who was
literally crying herself purple, possibly because the giant, tattooed mountain
of a man holding her was growling down at her with a ferocious scowl on his
face.  

I gripped my folder tightly and opened
my mouth to protest even though the guy was twice my size, when the baby’s
cries quieted for half a second and I caught that the man wasn’t growling. He
was… singing?

“Something… sunshine. Only sunshine.
You make me happy. Something gray? Christ.” He heaved a frustrated sigh.
“Marigold, you’ve got to stop now. You’ve made your point. Be reasonable, baby
girl.”

Oh. Oh, good gravy. That changed
everything.

I caught my breath and stared. The man
looked like he’d been torn off the stage at a rock concert, transported to
Nowhere, Tennessee, and stuffed into the outfit I once wore to a middle school
dance. There was no other explanation for a guy with overlong brown-blond hair,
graceful black inked scrolls emerging from the collar of his wrinkled, blue
button-down shirt, shiny Dockers that clung to his tree-trunk thighs, and black
steel-toed boots to have appeared in this stairwell. I sure as heck hadn’t seen
any other guys in this neck of the woods who were so unapologetically
themselves.

And if that weren’t enough to pierce
my heart, the kidlet in his arms was gorgeous, despite her tears and wiggling.
She had a head full of dark curls, way more than should have been possible for
a baby her age, which I’d peg at somewhere around nine months—somewhere past
the shriveled-potato stage of early infancy but not nearly at the terrifying
walking age.

The baby wailed again, and the giant
looked genuinely panicked. He held her flat across his outstretched forearms,
like he was carrying a box of pizza or helping her learn the backstroke, and he
bent his knees in a kind of next-level Oompa Loompa jig in time to his
stammered singing. A pink-and-white striped tote bag sat on the floor next to
the wall.

“Work with me, Marigold, okay? You’re
not hungry, ’cause you just drank ten gallons of formula. You’re not stinky…”
He lifted the kid gingerly. “Not stinky,” he confirmed in a deep, raspy voice
that did things to me. “Are you having an existential crisis? Is that a thing
kids do? Do you need alone time? Are your lips chapped? Do you hate my
cologne?”

The baby fussed harder, flailing her
tiny feet. The man groaned, and I belatedly noticed one of those pacifier
stuffed animal things lying on the floor by the giant’s boot.

I scurried down the stairs and picked
it up. “I think she might be looking for this,” I said, holding it aloft. It
was a gray-and-white polka-dotted chicken with a green sucker on the end.

The guy shut his eyes and shook his
head. “Ah, shit.”

His eyes popped open in shock as he
realized what he’d said, and he looked from me to the kid guiltily. “Fuck, forget
I said that,” he muttered.

His eyes widened further. “Goddamn it
all.”

I snickered. “Maybe quit while you’re
ahead?”

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About the Authors

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About Lucy:
 
After enjoying creative writing as a child, Lucy didn’t write her first novel until she was over 40 years old. Her debut novel, Borrowing Blue, was published in the autumn of 2016. Lucy has an English Literature degree from Vanderbilt University, but that doesn’t hold a candle to the years and years of staying up all night reading tantalizing novels on her own. She has three children, plays tennis, and hates folding laundry. While her husband is no shmoopy romance hero, he is very good at math, cooks a mean lasagne, has gorgeous eyes, looks hot in his business clothes, and makes her laugh every single day.
 
Lucy hopes you enjoy sexy heroes as much as she does. Happy reading!
 
 

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About May:
 
May is an M/M author who lives in Boston. She spends her days raising three incredibly sarcastic children, finding inventive ways to drive her husband crazy, planning beach vacations, avoiding the gym, reading M/M romance, and occasionally writing it. She also writes MF romance as Maisy Archer.
 
 

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