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Friday, April 1, 2016

Sometimes, all it takes… is one little lie - Say You'll Never Love Me by Ann Everett

Sometimes, all it takes…
…is one little lie,
…to lead you to the truth.


Release Date: April 1st, 2016

Sometimes, all it takes…

Raynebeaux Starr's life is damn near perfect. She has wonderful friends. An interesting career. A man when she wants and none when she doesn't, thank you very much. But when tragedy strikes and she’s named guardian to her six year old niece, her world is turned upside down. She finds herself alone in a new town with a small child, no parenting skills and desperate for guidance. Until she meets Father Jared Sloan. The sexiest minister she's ever seen. He is kind, patient and a literal God-send. If only she could stop having unholy thoughts about him!

…is one little lie,

Jared Sloan's love life is a disaster. He has one girlfriend he can't shake, and an ex-fiancée on his doorstep wanting him back. As if things weren't complicated enough, he encounters what must be a fallen angel in a church parking lot. Little does he know when he offers her counseling that she would be unlike anyone he's ever experienced. He wants to be the kind of man she can trust. He also wants to taste her so bad it hurts.

…to lead you to the truth.
Can Jared convince Raynie there is such a thing as happily-ever-after? Or will his deceit only confirm her belief that fairy tale endings don't exist in the real world. Especially not in Lubbock, Texas.


Twenty minutes later, they stood at her front door. Raynie told herself to talk about something. The cool night air. Crickets singing. The neighbor’s dog who came to Raynie’s yard every day to crap. How holding stress in caused constipation. Okay, she was reaching with those last two, but she couldn’t say what she really thought. How his dimples drove her nuts, or how much she wanted to kiss him. She squeezed the bag of cookies harder, then stepped back, but he moved with her. “Since your mom leaves tomorrow, why don’t I bring pizza for dinner?”

“I can’t. With her here, I’ve gotten behind with my readings, and since we have Saturday plans, I need to work.”

If she raised her head a little, their lips would only be inches apart. Heat settled between her legs. Smoke should billow from beneath her skirt. Or at least melt the chocolate in the cookies.

He put his fingers under her chin and tilted it up. She closed her eyes to protect herself from those deep blues. When nothing happened, she eased one lid open. He stared down at her, his expression dark and molten. Things clenched. Tightened. Tingled. Curled. So many emotions at once, her knees gave way.

Why had she flirted with him? Big mistake. But before she could stop, the words rolled out. And holy hell, he’d flirted back. Stronger than the force of gravity, temptation yanked Raynie’s brain like a tug-of-war rope.

He must have sensed her turmoil. “If you’d rather not go to together, that’s fine. I thought it’d be convenient since we’re going to the same place, but I can come on my own.”

She laid a hand on his forearm. “No. That’d be great. I was thinking of something else and got distracted.” You know, ripping off your clothes and screwing you into next Wednesday.

Raynie ran her tongue over her teeth to keep her lips from sticking to them, but she couldn’t work up a spit. Why did he show up and mess with her emotions? With those gorgeous eyes, hot body, and kind heart. She wasn’t supposed to get involved with guys like Father Sloan. Nuh-uh, no way. But since sharing the sunset with him, she’d been fighting a fierce attraction. Well, it’d been there from the beginning, but the logical side of her brain kept it in control. Now the stupid side was thinking way too much.

About the author:
Award winning and Amazon Best-Selling author, Ann Everett embraces her small town upbringing and thinks Texans are some of the funniest people on earth. When speaking to writing groups, businesses, book clubs, and non-profit organizations, she incorporates her special brand of wit, making her programs on marketing, self-publishing, and the benefits of laughter, informative and fun.

She lives on a small lake in Northeast Texas where she writes, bakes, and fights her addiction to Diet Dr. Peppers.

Ten things you won’t know about Ann by reading her bio:
She’s been married to the same man since dirt, but introduces him as her “current” husband.
She loves shopping at thrift stores, because nobody loves a bargain more than she does.
She doesn’t remember her first kiss. Maybe hypnosis would help.
She hates talking on the telephone…so don’t call.
A really sharp pencil makes her happy…part of her OCD.
She secretly wants to get a tattoo. Shh…don’t tell anyone.

A charter member of National Honor Society in high school remains one of her proudest moments….she still can’t figure out how that happened.
She’s thankful wrinkles aren’t painful.
She sucks at math.

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Ann Everett said...

Thanks for taking part in my release day promotion. I truly appreciate it.

CCAM said...

:) You're very welcome!