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for Compulsive by Lia Fairchild!
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Compulsive (Liar, Book 1):
From Bestselling author, Lia Fairchild.
Lies hurt.
Lies destroy.
But some lies protect…and heal. At least that’s what Gray Donovan
had hoped for. She’s a compulsive liar using it as a defense mechanism to
survive life and her shattered past
When she starts seeing therapist Daniel Harrison, she can no
longer deny the truths that have haunted her for so many years. She must now
stand and face them.
Opening up to Daniel leaves her exposed and vulnerable. When her
soul is bared to him, she can’t contain the attraction or the feelings he
elicits.
Daniel feels drawn to his new patient, but knows he will have to
fight it in order to resurrect Gray from her demons. His will and his judgment
are tested when he must overcome his own doubts and face his own secrets.
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Advance Praise for Compulsive:
“Fairchild spins an emotional story that is saturated in sex
appeal.”
“What a beautiful, beautiful story!”
“OMG! I honestly loved this just like every book I've read by this
talented Indie author!”
“I was flipping pages like a maniac trying to figure out what in
the heck was going on and what Gray was hiding.”
“This is my third book by this author and it won't be my last!”
At ten before five AM, I
eased my body out of the bed the way a mother slips from her sleeping child,
hoping not to rouse her angel. He stirred a moment and turned on his side, his
arm involuntarily reaching for me.
“Sky,” he murmured with his
eyes closed. His dark buzz cut hair was sprinkled with gray flecks, and a small
rectangular scar bordered the hairline on the right side of his face. I hadn’t
noticed that the night before, or I would have asked him. Now my curiosity had
me pausing, conjuring up various scenarios for its origin. Whatever the cause
would forever remain a mystery. With a gentle hold around his wrist, I lifted
his hand and rested it on the comforter. His eyes flitted open and closed.
Frozen, I waited to see if he’d wake. I didn’t worry about coming up with a
story. It always came.
Still sitting on the edge
of the bed, I reached over to an adjacent chair to snag my black silk shirt.
When I pulled it over my head and then glanced down, two light blue eyes met
mine.
“Hey, you,” he whispered.
His soft, sweet smile almost made a dent, but I pulled my hand away.
“I’ve got to run.”
Surprise and confusion
colored his face. “What time is it?”
“Around five. I’ve got
early rounds.”
He seemed satisfied with my
excuse and looked thoughtful. “Ah, yes, Dr. Phillips. Time to save lives.”
I gave him a nod and a
tight smile just before a knock at the door sounded. I rose from the bed to
pull on my skirt and slip my feet into my heels.
He sat up watching me
closely like a cat that’d dart out of an open door. “Who could that be at this
time?” he said.
“My ride,” I threw over my
shoulder. I scooped up my purse from the dresser on the way out, catching his
face in the mirror. They always had that same look the next day. Or perhaps I
was the one who saw things differently.
I heard him jump out of bed
and scramble for his pants as I made my way to the living room, picking up my
pace. “Sky, wait.”
When I reached the door, he
came in and leaned against the couch, folding his arms. “I could have driven
you home.”
“It’s okay,” I said,
pulling the door open.
Nathan stood in the
doorway, hands stretched out to the jams on each side, his brown hair ragged
from being dragged from the comfort of his bed. He shot me that look that said, you
owe me and then let
one hand fall and sweep to the side as if making a path for royalty.
“Wait,” a voice came from
behind me. “Who’s this guy?”
Nathan took a step into the
doorway. “Oh, hey, man.”
“John, this is my cousin,
Nathan,” I said.
Unfortunately, Nathan had
spoken at the same time I did and said, “I’m her neighbor.”
John walked over to the two
of us, eyes darting between me and my partner in crime. “Well, which is it?”
Nathan and I exchanged
looks, and I opened my mouth to speak.
John held up his hand. “No.
Let me guess,” he said in a sarcastic tone. “He’s your cousin who lives next
door.”
I half-shrugged while
looking him dead in the eye. “I really should get going.” A split second later,
I plastered on a smile. “I’ll call you.”
“You haven’t given me much
choice,” he said to my back as I sidled past Nathan. “I don’t even have your
number.”
I’d be willing to bet John
wouldn’t be holding his breath.
About Lia Fairchild:
Bestselling author, Lia Fairchild, is both a traditionally
published and independent author who writes women's fiction, romance, and chick
lit. Fans of her books praise her endearing, real characters who come to life
in stories that will touch your heart.
Fairchild is addicted to the warmth of Southern California and
holds a bachelor's degree in journalism and a multiple-subject teaching
credential. She is a wife and mother of two teenagers.
Look for updates on her and her books at http://www.liafairchild.com or follow her on Twitter at https://www.twitter.com/#!/liafairchild or Facebook at http://www.facebook.com/lia.fairchild.author?fref=ts
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