Title: A Perfect Lie
Author: Lisa Renee Jones
Publication Date: May 14, 2019
I’m Hailey Anne Monroe. I’m twenty-eight years old. An artist, who found her muse on the canvas because I wasn’t allowed to have friends or even keep a journal. And yes, if you haven’t guessed by now, I’m that Hailey Anne Monroe, daughter to Thomas Frank Monroe, the man who was a half-percentage point from becoming President of the United States. If you were able to ask him, he’d probably tell you that I was the half point. But you can’t ask him, and he can’t tell you. He’s dead. They’re all dead and now I can speak.
“Can I join you?” he asks, motioning to the table.
There’s interest in his eyes, the kind a man has for a woman, but who knows, maybe it’s real or maybe it’s not real. Maybe he knows who I am and sees a path to power and fame. The way Tobey wanted me for money and power, right up until the moment I’d called his number aka his agenda; thus, he has not called me since I left. Maybe Harvard will lie even better than Tobey did. Maybe Harvard will at least kiss better than he did, and the lies would taste like temptation rather than convenience. At least then, if I’m used, I’ll enjoy being used.
Whatever the case, it’s clear I might actually be angry with Tobey and that aside, the interest that Harvard has shown in me, must be controlled before my Denver sanctuary is destroyed. “You can join me,” I say, “but only because I’m trying to save the rest of the place from the attorney in the house.”
I am pleased when Harvard laughs, where Tobey would have scowled, proving that Harvard has a sense of humor, which is rare for those in my life. I’ve barely completed this thought when he moves forward and claims the seat next to me, not across from me, settling his briefcase on that chair instead. In the process, his leg brushes my leg and for the briefest of moments, I’m transported back to the place that I’m now trying to forget: to Austin, to Drew’s leg next to mine, his wink, and I do now what I did then. I jerk back. If Harvard notices he doesn’t react. “Since we haven’t been formally introduced,” he says, resting his naked hands on the table. “I’m Logan. Logan Casey.”
“Logan Casey,” I repeat trying to ground myself in the present, at least for now, but some part of me is still swimming in that memory, which naturally has me wondering if this man is a shark in the water around me. “Two first names,” I add. “Sounds like your parents fought over who got to pick your first name. Did they draw straws for which choice became your middle name?”
“You’re actually right on target,” he says, laughing again, and it’s a nice, masculine laugh, and oddly this thought feels familiar while Logan does not. “No one has ever guessed that,” he adds. “My mother won the name war. The women always win. Speaking of names. Do you have one?”
“Hailey Anne Pitt,” I say, “and in my house, my father won the name war.” Because in my father’s world, I add silently, the women don’t win the wars. At least, not that he knows, not in an obvious way. I’ve learned this well.
“Well then, Hailey Anne Pitt,” he says, “what’s a Stanford girl like you, doing in a place like this? You’re a long way from school.”
I’m smacked in the face with a lesson I’ve long ago learned and forgotten with this man; strangers do not always remain strangers and all offhanded remarks can come back to haunt you. “That was a joke,” I say, shutting the door connected to my real life, and a path that leads to my father. “I hate attorneys, remember?”
He narrows his eyes on me, and for no reason other than instinct, I believe he’s looking for a lie that he won’t find. I’m simply too well-taught from birth, too skilled at being more than one person to allow such a detection. Well that, and the fact that I really do hate attorneys, which is why I’ll be a good one.
“That was a joke?” he confirms.
“Yes,” I say. “Are you amused?”
“Yes, actually. I am. What does a lawyer-hating smart ass like yourself do for a living?”
“When not busy taunting those who went to law school,” I say. “I’m an aspiring artist.” Both honest answers, if you put a “was” in front of the “aspiring artist” which I’d thought that I’d come to terms with, but the knot in my stomach says I have not.
Logan motions toward the art room. “Your career explains why you ended up here.”
“I guess it does,” I say, as this place serves me well to reconnecting to the Pitt part of my life, which is a place I really need to be right now, for all kinds of reasons.
“Are you good?” Logan asks, as if he’s read my mind.
My father’s words answer him in my head. Art is useless unless you’re famous, he used to say often, because of course, it was inconceivable that I might be good enough to be famous. “Art is like movies and food,” I say, shoving aside that bad memory. “Good is subjective.” I don’t give him time to reply. I ping the conversation back toward him. “What kind of law do you practice?”
“Corporate,” he says, and this time he pings back to me. “Do you live in the neighborhood?”
“Yes,” I say simply. “Do you?”
“I bought a building a few years ago where I live and work which means this is my home turf, and why I know you’re new here.”
“I am,” I say and since he’s clearly going to ask for details, I quickly preempt with an on-the-fly story. Actually, it’s the suggested story, Rudolf included in my file. “I came here for a job, and my new boss owns a house he’s rented to me for dirt cheap.”
“And what does an artist do but create art for a living?”
“I’m working for a private art acquisitions firm. I now hunt for treasures for a living.” This lie is actually my dream job that I’ve never been allowed to entertain.
The horror flick loving waitress delivers my coffee and brownie. “Thank you,” I say, because every politician’s daughter has manners beaten into her.
“No problem,” she says, “but if you come to your senses and want a better version of that coffee, just shout.” She eyes Logan. “I already know you want a crappy tasting coffee, on endless pour and a chocolate chip cookie. Coming right up.”
“Thanks, Megan,” he says, giving her a wink that I don’t classify as flirtatious, just friendly, and Megan is gone.
“Obviously you’re a regular,” I comment, “and they even like you.”
“And they like me,” he confirms, “despite knowing I’m an attorney.
“Because you’re good looking and use it to your advantage.”
He arches a brow. “You think I’m good looking, do you?”
“Oh, come on,” I say, crinkling my nose. “Everyone thinks you’re good looking. I’m simply stating a fact. We use what we have and those of us that are smart, know what we have.” I move on from what is really quite inconsequential. “Why work here, not at home, or in the office?”
“I find I get a lot of work done with a cookie, coffee, and no access to streaming television,” he explains.
No one in my D.C. crowd would make an admission of being human and distractible. Some people in my situation might take comfort in that fact, but I don’t. Logan’s an attorney, and my gut, which I’ll confirm with research, says he’s a powerful one, the kind that radiates toward my father. Maybe that’s a coincidence and maybe it’s not. Maybe he’s testing how well I execute my cover story. The possibilities are many. Though in all fairness to Logan, perhaps I’d lean toward his innocence, if not for the laundry list of recent events such as Tobey being gay and the FBI agent, who is likely working for my father, that I slept with to prove I was a) still desirable and b) not a killer.
New York Times and USA Today bestselling author Lisa Renee Jones is the author of the highly acclaimed Inside Out series.
In addition to the success of Lisa’s Inside Out series, she has published many successful titles. The Tall, Dark And Deadly series and The Secret Life Of Amy Bensen series, both spent several months on a combination of the New York Times and USA Today bestselling lists. Lisa is also the author of the bestselling White Lies and Lilah Love series.
Prior to publishing Lisa owned multi-state staffing agency that was recognized many times by The Austin Business Journal and also praised by the Dallas Women’s Magazine. In 1998 Lisa was listed as the #7 growing women owned business in Entrepreneur Magazine.
When a man-mountain of a guy walks into a café and asks for you by name, you sit up and take notice. Cassie is instantly attracted to Damien Mathers, who is also a World Super Bike Champion. He wants her help to banish a ghost. However, Cassie explains she is a clairvoyant, not an exorcist. Damien though, is very persuasive!
The Haunting takes Cassie on a journey she won’t forget. A ghost who leaves her un-nerved and scared – not because of it, but what it unleases within her.
Damien doesn’t believe in the paranormal, until he witness something he can’t explain. He also falling in love, but how can he love her dark side?
Can Cassie hold on to Damien? Can she banish the ghosts and save her relationship?
Damien and Daniel were very much alike, and I much preferred Damien, which was just as well, really. Their look and build were so similar they could have been twins, but they weren’t.
Rachel was saying, “Every encounter I’ve had with her has been on the stairs or the landing. I even heard her name whispered. That’s why I knew it. I couldn’t believe it when you said it out loud, Cassie. Have you come across something like this before?”
The waitress arrived and took our orders. When she left, they looked at me expectantly.
“Nothing surprises me anymore. Your ghost seems intent on reliving the day she died. She was a slave brought into the country and then someone killed her.”
Rachel gasped, Daniel and Damien appeared sceptical and Damien said, “Come on, how can you possibly know that…”
“I saw someone at the top of the stairs, they moved away as I looked up.”
“They’re not real, y’know,” Damien said.
Rachel answered him. “Then how do you explain what happened?”
He shook his head. “I don’t know, it’s just bizarre.”
“It is.” I agreed.
“Well, I’m sorry,” Rachel said, emphatically. “There is no way I’m moving in with her walking up and down the stairs like that.”
Daniel huffed, his eyes gazing heavenwards with expirations. “This is going well!”
“So, what’s next?” Rachel asked, looking at me. Her large eyes blinked several times, and I think she expected me to perform a miracle.
“All I can tell you is what you already know. The house is haunted. I don’t know if I can stop it if that’s what you’re expecting.”
“Karen J Mossman manages something quite unique. This is a story that will make you laugh and scare you at the same time.”
Karen lives on the beautiful Isle of Anglesey off the North Wales coast with her husband and two dogs. She has two grown up children, who were both born on the same day, two years apart.
All Karen’s books are in collections – The Decade Series, Electric Eclectic and Just Stories.’ She is also a founder member of Electric Eclectic books.
Karen is also an avid blogger and book reviewer, “It’s especially important to me to have feedback from my readers, so please leave a review when you have read one of my books.”
She has also participated in several anthologies.
“Cassie came to me one night and the following morning I wrote a short story. I found myself really liking her, she was funny, sassy, and had a great relationship with her brother. Two more stories followed and I ended up with four stories which I put into a book and called in The Adventures of Cassidy Newbold.
I was then challenged to write a short story featuring a hot male and motor sport of some kind. So I decided to make it a Cassie Newbold story.”
Other Electric Eclectic books by Karen J Mossman:
The first title in a dark and gritty crime series.
Brought up believing that sex is the devil’s work, a killer only finds release once he has saved his victim’s souls. Abiding by his vision, he marks them as his. A gift to guide his chosen ones on the rightful path to redemption.
Detective Inspector Paolo Sterling is out to stop him, but Paolo has problems of his own. Hunting down the killer as the death toll rises, the lines soon blur between Paolo’s personal and professional lives.
I really enjoyed this great British crime drama. It’s the first of a series and I’m already looking forward to reading the next.
Detective Inspector Paolo Sterling’s personal life is a mess. He’s separated from his wife and has high hopes of getting back with her, and his teenage daughter, Katy, is going off the rails. His professional life isn’t faring any better. His new partner, Detective Sergeant Dave Johnson, is obnoxious and has no respect for women. Add to that, the fact that someone is murdering prostitutes and dumping their bodies in rubbish dumps and there aren’t any leads.
While we follow Paolo as he deals with his complicated relationships and tries to solve the case, we also get a close look at the murderer. The villain was brought up by a religious zealot who taught him that sex was a sin, and he believes that by killing the women he is saving their souls.
There is much more to this book than the crime and solving of it. It’s a character-driven book and they are well written and relatable… easy to like, or hate. It was interesting to watch them and their various relationships evolve and grow.
This was a gripping, gritty, and, at times, gruesome thriller, with interesting characters, a number of suspects, and plenty of twists and turns to keep you guessing.
About The Author:
When not working on her crime novels, Lorraine Mace is engaged in many writing-related activities. She is a columnist for both Writing Magazine and Writers’ Forum and is head judge for Writers’ Forum monthly fiction competitions.
A tutor for Writers Bureau, she also runs her own private critique and author mentoring service.
She is co-author, with Maureen Vincent-Northam, of The Writer’s Abc Checklist (Accent Press). Other books include children’s novel Vlad The Inhaler – Hero In The Making, and Notes From The Margin, a compilation of her Writing Magazine humour column.
Zaira’s memories have returned. She can’t accept nor forgive the truths that have been kept from her by the one man she trusted above all others – Michael Vitali
She knows exactly who he is …
She knows what he is …
She knows what he’s done …
And despite all that – she loves him.
When the Vitalis are faced with a new threat, Zaira once again gets caught in the middle and is used as a pawn putting her life in danger.
She soon realizes that life is too short. Forgiveness and acceptance are overrated when you’re about to lose your one and only true love. She makes up her mind that despite everything she wants Michael back.
Will Michael take the risk again; or will he turn his back on the only woman he’s ever loved and move on?
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Michael Vitali, head of the Vitali crime organization is charismatic, handsome and strong-willed. He’ll do whatever it takes to get what he wants and right now the only thing he wants is Zaira Bonita, the eldest daughter of the Vitali’s most rivaled family.
At one time, Michael and Zaira were very close. But, a tragedy caused false accusations and the families were torn apart.
Years later the families come together to eliminate a common enemy. It was a carefully and well thought out hit.
But not everything goes as planned.
At her engagement party, Zaira watches while her father and fiancée are murdered. She frantically tries to get away, but falls and hits her head. She awakes and finds herself with an awful headache and no memory caught up in a world that she is vaguely familiar. Her only guide – Michael Vitali.
Michael has Zaira right where he wants her and will do anything to keep her. He will even resort to manipulation and deceit. He knows there is a chance that when she does remember she won’t be able to forgive him, but he’s willing to risk his heart – for her.
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The past few weeks have been spent giving my kitchen a makeover.
Idiot that I am, I completely forgot to take pictures before I started, but it was beige, worn, dull, and in desperate need of a facelift. I wanted bright and clean.
The walls underneath the old, now stripped, wallpaper were a complete mess, uneven and with patches of different plaster from various repair jobs. Council workmen don’t seem to give a damn about the state they leave things in, even the tiling isn’t really straight!
So, first things first! Plaster the walls! I’m not a plasterer, I had never done any plastering before I did my kitchen, but I didn’t do a bad job. It’s not perfect, but it’s a lot better than it was. The ceiling could also have done with being plastered, but that was beyond me. I made do by filling in the worst of the holes with polyfilla.
I also had to box in an ugly and discoloured gas pipe in one corner, not an easy job but manageable with copious amounts of no-nails and filler!!
Next job was painting the walls and ceiling white (thanks go to Zoe and Shaz for their help with that). Then I replaced the few damaged tiles, stripped out the old grout and regrouted the tiling, and added black tile stickers to the top row.
Doors and skirting boards were the next on my list to tackle. This used to be Brian’s job and he was good at it – his doors, when finished, were smooth and even. I sanded, undercoated and glossed… 3 times, and still have doors that aren’t smooth. Brian would have called them pebble-dashed, but I’ll live with it! (Sorry Brian). I painted the centre panel of the doors red to start with but didn’t like it, so painted over it with black chalkboard paint which looked better.
Then it was time for the cupboard doors, approximately 8 feet of sticky-back plastic, a can of spray paint for the cupboard handles and a couple days later they were done.
I lifted the old beige lino and fitted some nice new black lino. Painted the beige wall heater and door handles with white spray paint. Then painted the towel rail and a few other bits with red spray paint. Last but not least I fitted a red roller blind, which I then took down, decorated and refitted.
Two days of cleaning followed and now my kitchen is bright and fresh, and I love it.