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WOW! This book had me on the edge of my seat from the first page. It is packed with action, tons of suspense, and an emotional ride through it all. Before I had started the book, I saw on Instagram where Natasha is a Book Junkie commented it reminded her of True Lies, the 1994 action movie starring Arnold Schwarzenegger and Jamie Lee Curtis. She was totally on point, if you have seen the movie, then you’ll have an idea for the storyline. I adored the heroine, Betty’s, character, and she had me laughing through the entire book. Thom is, well he’s great, but I can’t go too in-depth about it, or I will be giving too much away. My only critique, if it is one, is that I wasn’t a big fan of the ending. I get why she did, I understand that it makes sense to the plot and main traits of the characters, and I have no idea what I think she should have done, but for whatever reason, it frustrated me. Other than that, the idea was fresh and new, which I loved. I believe you’ll be invested entirely from the beginning and l enjoy this latest action-packed release.

Lies, a steamy, fast paced standalone filled with the perfect blend of heat and humor from New York Times bestselling author Kylie Scott, is available now!

Betty Dawsey knows that breaking things off with Thom Lange is for the best. Heโs nice, but boring, and their relationship has lost its spark. But steady and predictable Thom, suddenly doesnโt seem so steady and predictable when their condo explodes and sheโs kidnapped by a couple of crazies claiming that Thom isnโt who he says he is.
Thom is having a hellish week. Not only is he hunting a double agent, but his fiancรฉ dumped him, and thanks to his undercover life, sheโs been kidnapped.
Turns out Thom is Operative Thom and heโs got more than a few secrets to share with Betty if heโs going to keep her alive. With both their lives on the line, their lackluster connection is suddenly replaced by an intense one. But in his line of work, feelings arenโt wanted or desired. Because feelings can be a lethal distraction.
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Excerpt:
โYouโre going to break his heart.โ โNo, Iโm not,โ I say. โThatโs sort of the whole point. If I really thought leaving him would break his heart, then I probably wouldnโt be leaving him in the first place.โ My best friend, Jen, does not look convinced. Boxes fill a good half of the room. What a mess. Who knew you could accumulate so much junk in only twelve months? At least we werenโt together so long that I canโt remember who owns what. One year is about the sweet spot for this issue in relationships, apparently. โThe fact of the matter is, weโre not in love. We have no business being engaged, let alone getting married.โ I sigh. โHave you seen the packing tape?โ โNo. Heโs just such a nice guy.โ โIโm not debating that.โ I climb to my feet, then head up the stairs to the second bedroom. Thomโs unofficial workout room/home office. Not a room I normally go into. But it only takes a bit of rummaging to find what Iโm looking for. Whatever else might be said about them, insurance assessors are organized. The bottom drawer of Thomโs desk has a neat stash of stationery. I grab a couple rolls of thick tape. โAnd leaving him this wayโฆโ Jen continues as I head back down. โHow many times have I told him we need to talk? Heโs always putting it off, saying itโs not a good time. And now heโs away again. Iโve been messaging him for the last week and he barely replies.โ โYou know he has to drop everything once a job comes up. I realize heโs not the most exciting guy, Betty, butโโ โI know.โ I smack down a line of tape with extra zest, sealing the lid of the last box. In this Operation Abandon Ship Posthaste, I know Iโm definitely slightly the bad guy. But not totally. Say sixty/forty. Or maybe seventy/thirty. Itโs hard to tell to what degree. โI do know all of that. But heโs always busy with work or away on some business trip. What am I supposed to do?โ A sigh from Jen. โWhen you realize youโve made such a monumental mistake, itโs hard to sit and wait to fix things. Nor is it fair on either of us to keep up the pretense.โ โGuess so.โ โAnd the fact that heโs yet again made no effort to prioritize our relationship and make a little time for me in his busy schedule is just further proof that Iโve made the right choice in ending this now before it gets any more complicated. End of rant.โ Nothing from her. โAnyway, youโre supposed to be on my side. Stop questioning me.โ โYou wanted to get married and have children so badly.โ โYeah.โ I sit back on my heels. โI blame it all on playing with Ken and Barbieโs dreamhouse when I was little. But it turns out that being in a relationship with the wrong person can be even lonelier than being alone.โ Jen and I have been friends since sharing a room in college. Weโve witnessed the bulk of each otherโs dating ups and downs. For some reason, Iโm the type of girl who guys will go out with, but donโt tend to stick with. Apparently, Iโm fuckableโjust not girlfriend material. Maybe itโs my smart mouth. Maybe itโs the whole not fitting current societal expectations of beauty i.e. Iโm fat. Maybe I was born under an unlucky star. I donโt know; itโs their loss. Like anyone, I have my faults, but all in all, Iโm awesome. And I have a lot to give. Too often in the past few months, Iโve had to keep reminding myself of this fact. โThere are just so many jerks out there,โ Jen says. โI was happy that youโd found a good one.โ โI think Iโd prefer a jerk who was genuinely into me than a nice guy phoning it in. Honestly, Iโd rather go adopt a dozen cats and settle into old age and isolation than be with someone who treats me as if Iโm an afterthought.โ She looks at me for a long moment, then nods slowly. โIโm sorry it didnโt work out.โ โMe too.โ โTime to start filling up the cars. Boy, do you owe me.โ I smile. โThat I do.โ Jen stands and stretches before picking up one of the boxes labeled kitchen. โI just didnโt want you to do something youโd regret, you know?โ โI know. Thank you.โ Alone in the two-bedroom condo, everything is silent. My parting letter sits waiting on the coffee table with his name written on the front. A slight bulge in the envelope betrays the shape of my engagement ring. Itโs a sweet, simple ring. One small diamond perched on a band of yellow gold. My hand feels wrong without it. Naked. They say there are different love languages and you have to take the time to learn your partnerโs needs. Itโs like he and I never quite got there. Or maybe Iโm just crappy at relationships. The bridal magazines Iโd collected are in the trash. Perhaps I should have taken them into the florist shop where I work so someone could get some use out of them. But this feels more symbolic, more definite. My family are a couple of states away, and I have only a few of what Iโd classify as good friends. Being an introvert makes it hard to meet people. A boyfriend, a husband, would mean Iโm no longer alone. Someone cares about me and puts me first. At least part of the time. Only Thom doesnโt any of the time, so here we are. I tighten my ponytail of long dark hair. Then, in a rare display of dexterity that my yoga instructor would be proud of, I stack three boxes in my arms and head outside into the hot afternoon sun. Jenโs Honda Civic is parked at the curb, the trunk standing open as she moves things about inside. My old Subaru sits in the driveway waiting to be filled. Birds are singing and insects chirping. Itโs your typical mild autumn day in California. Thatโs when the condo blows up behind me.About Kylie Scott
Kylie is a New York Times and USA Today best-selling author. She was voted Australian Romance Writer of the year, 2013, 2014 & 2018, by the Australian Romance Writerโs Association and her books have been translated into eleven different languages. She is a long time fan of romance, rock music, and B-grade horror films. Based in Queensland, Australia with her two children and husband, she reads, writes and never dithers around on the internet.
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