This Much is
True by Katherine Owen
(Truth in Lies #1)
Publication date: August 11th 2013
Genres: Contemporary, New Adult
Synopsis:
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.
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Excerpt
It’s true—even though she’d stayed—some part of me
already recognized how deeply affected I would be by her absence. The loss of
her. It was more than a premonition even then. After her prolonged absence
behind the bathroom door and this building fear that she was already gone,
she’d quietly reappeared. I pretended to be asleep just so I could continue my
covert study of her. I wanted to savor the essence of her, in all aspects,
without her paranoid questioning of why I would be doing such a thing. She was
elusive, like a rare butterfly I was unable to fully capture. I listened
intently for her low sighs as she drifted off. I was somehow lulled into this
absurd wishful thinking that she would stay, that I could keep her here. Maybe
forever. Eventually, fatigue overtook me, too; even though I fought to stay
awake so I wouldn’t miss a single stolen moment with her. The familiar chants
lulled me to sleep. I have a game. I need sleep. All there is…is baseball.
Yet, in the light of day, at half past eight, all I have
left of her is this note. Her fucking note. A note that doesn’t tell me
anything and simply thanks me. Thanks me. She didn’t even sign her name.
For some reason, this bothers me on a whole separate level. I stand still for a
long time, holding the note, and let it all sink in. Her leaving is almost
palpable like a gale-force wind that’s rolled into my life in the span of a
single evening and left behind all this incalculable destruction, both inside
and out. Yes, the tempest has passed, but the air around me feels different. I
can hardly breathe. Nothing is the same without her. As the lone survivor of
her particular storm, I begin to wonder just exactly what I’m supposed to do
now.
It’s only later, after wandering listlessly around the
guest house for another hour, after I eventually resign myself to the
unenviable task of cleaning everything up and throwing away the empty champagne
bottle we shared; after I wash the wine glass smudged with her lipstick; after
I purposefully pick up and look through each and every one of the DVDs she touched
and so casually left in a forsaken heap stacked precariously at the edge of the
great room rug so clearly forgotten by her, which seemingly represents this wry
reflection of myself that even I can admit to; it’s only after I pushed the
heavy furniture pieces back into place and, in essence, effectively erase all
genuine evidence of her incredible presence from the night before; yes, only
after all of that, do I realize I have absolutely no way to get in touch with
her.
I’m practically paralyzed with equal doses of
disappointment and despair at the cruelty of this one indelible fact. Yes, this
hits me hard because I want to see her again, need to see her
again; and yet, I have no way to get in touch with her. I begin to wonder if
that was her intention with me all along.
Author Bio
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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