December 8, 2014

BOOK BLITZ: The Truth About Air and Water (Truth in Lies #2) By, Katherine Owen

The Truth About Air & Water by Katherine Owen 

(Truth in Lies #2) 
Publication date: August 25th 2014
Genres: Contemporary, New Adult, Romance

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The Truth In Lies Series. READ This Much Is True, book 1 first, although it’s been written as a standalone. Readers say, don’t do that.

“The world breaks everyone, and afterward, some are strong at the broken places.” -Ernest Hemingway ~ A Farewell To Arms

They share an epic love but one moment changes everything. A life together that seemed certain is shattered. One learns you never love the same way twice; the other learns what it means to come home. You only think you know how this love story goes, but do you really know how an epic love can end?

“There are all kinds of love in this world but never the same love twice.”
-F. Scott Fitzgerald

She is living color, and I’ve been in a black-and-white world for far too long without her.
Powerful stuff. It surrounds me. I’ve felt it since I first arrived. The forcefield of her. The magnetism of her. The power she wields over me. I’m alive again because of her, like a dying plant that finally gets some water. I’ve got it bad for this girl.
Reality dawns.
The light comes through the darkness and shines on me.
She’s my water.

-Lincoln Presley

The truth is I breathe with him. He is my air. Raison d’etre.
-Tally Landon

Author’s note: This novel is part of the Truth In Lies series. It can be read as standalone, however, fans of my fiction already are highly recommending that those new to my work, READ This Much Is True book 1 FIRST.
As Lincoln Presley would say, “do as you must, Princess.”

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She’s beyond agitated, slamming kitchen cupboards and doors. She insisted on making dinner for me because I told her I could make it, because I’m home, which hasn’t been too often as of late.

There are dark circles under her eyes which immediately tells me she’s not getting enough sleep and she’s rehearsing too much and most definitely not eating enough. I think this whole dinner scenario she’s got going is to throw me off that last one. Food is Tally’s nemesis. One of them.

I continue to watch her with keen interest and start to feel guilty because the Giants are doing awesome and one of the reasons I came over here early was to tell her we’re probably going to have to postpone things. October seemed fine. But with the spectacular run the team has put together we’ve made it to the playoffs; the idea that the Giants might actually make it all the way to the World Series start to get real. And just like that, getting married in the middle of October like we planned may not work at all.

And I have to tell her tonight.

She gets this vexed look while she focuses all her outward efforts on The Joy of Cooking cookbook. The book was Marla’s wedding shower gift a few weeks ago. It’s a little dig at Tally. Marla knows perfectly well that her best friend doesn’t do more than boil water—everybody’s cliche for the non-cook, but, in Tally’s case, it’s absolutely true. I catch her eye and smile wide. She forces one my way.

The noise from the television and an old episode of Sesame Street filters into the room and to the two of us. Cara watches television in the adjoining room and claps her little hands every so often at the wondrous things Big Bird is saying.

It’s the perfect domestic situation, except I should be cooking and Tally should be watching or resting or both. I continue my study of her in quiet amazement since she refuses to let me help with any of the food prep and reflect on how fortuitous my life has become in just the past few months with her and Cara. The crevice between Tally’s brows deepens. She murmurs about the lack of clarity in the cookbook’s instructions that is propped up against a full bottle of wine and sits precariously close to the edge of the granite counter. White flour streaks the left side of her face and travels upward into her dark hair. She’s still beautiful even though she looks completely stressed out. God, she’s so hot. My libido wants to skip dinner, put Cara to bed, and ravage her in a thousand different ways starting now.

“I missed you.”

She looks up in surprise.

I clear my throat trying not to appear so damn vulnerable and needy of her. I’ve been gone for the better part of a week traveling, playing baseball. It’s good to be home—be with her—even if it’s for just a day before everything ratchets even higher in baseball.

You start winning; everybody’s expectations go up, exponentially.

“I missed you too.”

She gets this tired smile, but avoids looking at me directly for some reason. She bites at her lower lip and then turns back to the pan on the stove. She’s cooking some kind of marinara sauce. She pretends to be nonchalant, shrugging her slim shoulders, and yet her hands shake as she stirs the sauce.

“You won, right? It’s all good?”

Here’s my opening. I’m going to have to take it.

“Too good,” I say softly. She looks at me closely, leaning in across the space that separates us. Me on one side of the counter-top, she out of reach on the other. “If we sweep, we’re in New York on Tuesday. And I pitch tomorrow.” I raise an eyebrow and look at her more intently experiencing both joy and trepidation as I wait for her reaction. She recoils a little, and I know that’s when she understands what I’m actually saying.

“So. We postpone.” She stumbles over the last word and looks uncertain for a few seconds. “Because if you’re pitching, you’re winning and that means baseball through October. You’re probably going all the way. That’s…amazing.” She pastes on this wide smile, but I see her disappointment just before she turns away.

“Looks that way. Yeah.” I hang my head and then look at her with an unspoken apology. “I’m sorry. I really wanted to make this work out, timing-wise. I didn’t think we’d get this far, but everybody's brought their ‘A’ game. There’s really nothing to stop us from going all the way, just like you said, except maybe ourselves.” I look at her intently. “I know you're pissed.”

“No. I'm happy for you. I am.” She frowns a little. “But I got a dress. Like you wanted. We set a date. Like you wanted. We booked the Hollins House for the 25th of October and invited four-hundred and fifty people. Like you wanted. And now, we have to cancel it all. See the pattern here? And all I wanted to do was to get married at that little church at Half Moon Bay.”

“Yeah. Next July right in the middle of the baseball season,” I say.

“I’ve had to handle everything while you’ve been playing baseball all of the time.”

“Geez, Tally, I’m sorry we’re doing so well. That baseball is such an inconvenience for you. It is my life, you know. It pays the bills around here, we kind of need me to play.”

She blows out air with a heavy sigh. First fight since we got back together. Perfect.

“No, there have been others. Half Moon Bay, remember?” I say softly but suddenly try to reel back some of what I’ve just said to her.

“I remember...” She pauses for a long time, stirs the sauce, turns off the stove, and finally looks over at me. “Do you ever think that maybe we’re just not meant to be together? Like God and the entire world is trying to tell us something? I mean, I don’t know why we planned this wedding for October…” Her voice trails off and she just looks sad.

 ♥ Check out the first book in the series! ♥

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Both on the verge of fame. A ballerina who lies. A baseball player who believes her. Well, the truth changes everything. 

Tally Landon is just trying to survive the death of her twin sister, graduate from high school, and escape her tragic story by pursuing her ballet career in New York. She doesn't count on Lincoln Presley, Stanford's baseball wonder, to affect her at all. Adding him to a long list of one-night stands is the plan. Lying to him about her age and name is her standard method of operandi. She doesn't count on being found out, on seeing him again, or falling in love. 

Lincoln Presley's life is all mapped out for him. There is only baseball. With Major League Baseball circling their favorite prospect with a lucrative offer, he cannot afford to mess up. And, he doesn't; until he meets up with the girl he saved in that burning wreckage on the 101 on Valentine's Day months before. By the time he learns her real name and of all the lies she's told, he's in far too deep to ever really let her go. 

Fate has a different set of plans, but when fame and lies tear them apart, one truth remains. 

"...You want this book, trust me." Kimberly Faye Reads Blog 

"It's raw and real. There are no rainbows or unicorns. There is only life and sometimes life is ugly." Judging Books By Their Covers 

"This is a book that needs to be experienced fully. What I can tell you is to prepare yourself for one gutwrenching, emotional, devastating, tear filled and painful read." Dirty Girl Romance 

"This book was filled with mixed signals, missed opportunities, and power struggles as each player of this game called love fought to win the ultimate prize...This book was a stellar read." Roxy's Reviews 

"If you are looking for a book with raw emotion, loss, love and the power of hope, then this is the book for you! A 5 star read!" Old Victorian Quill 

Author's Note: A coming of age story? Could be. A powerful love story? Most definitely. An unforgettable read? Most likely. Intended for mature audiences in age 17+? Absolutely. 

This best selling new adult contemporary romance novel will take you on an emotional roller coaster ride and is the first book (which should really be two books) in the Truth In Lies series, but it can be read as a standalone book. It is 432 pages long in 12-point type so carve out some time. If you want to be one of the first to know when the new book is out (the second in this series titled: The Truth About Air & Water), sign up for my new novel releases newsletter at my website:

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Katherine Owen writes contemporary edgy fiction, which translates to: she writes love stories that are contemporary in setting and both edgy and dark. Some readers term her books emotional roller coasters. With her writing, Owen admits she has a fondness for angst, likes to play with a little drama, and essentially toys around with the unintentional complications of love. She contends this began early on when she won a poetry contest at the age of fourteen and appears to be without end. Owen has an avid love of coffee, books, and writing, but not necessarily in that order. She writes both Contemporary Romance and New Adult fiction which includes her bestselling TRUTH IN LIES Series (a series despite despising 'series') beginning with This Much Is True and her latest release, The Truth About Air & Water. The TRUTH IN LIES series is fan-driven. So. There will be a third book about Linc and Tally released in 2015 titled Tell Me Something True.

About Owen's fiction...This is NOT the light trope stuff. She travels a unique, writerly path and enjoys writing dark and angsty (a "non-word" she is fond of) emotional love stories. She often warns readers to be prepared with: time, tissues, wine, Advil or your drug of choice. And, as her most favored character, Lincoln Presley, would say, "do what you must, Princess."

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