{"id":505005,"date":"2019-05-14T17:26:59","date_gmt":"2019-05-14T21:26:59","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/eroticbookreview.com\/?p=505005"},"modified":"2019-05-15T19:27:48","modified_gmt":"2019-05-15T23:27:48","slug":"release-blitz-a-perfect-lie-by-lisa-renee-jones","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/eroticbookreview.com\/release-blitz-a-perfect-lie-by-lisa-renee-jones\/","title":{"rendered":"Release Blitz: A Perfect Lie by Lisa Renee Jones"},"content":{"rendered":"by Lisa Renee Jones<\/a>
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Secrets. Lies. A man. There’s always a man. And there’s always a truth to be told.\u00a0<\/b><\/i><\/div>\n
I’m Hailey Anne Monroe. I\u2019m twenty-eight years old. An artist, who found her muse on the canvas because I wasn\u2019t allowed to have friends or even keep a journal. And yes, if you haven\u2019t guessed by now, I\u2019m 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\u2019d probably tell you that I was the half point. But you can\u2019t ask him, and he can\u2019t tell you. He\u2019s dead. They\u2019re all dead and now I can speak.<\/b><\/div>\n
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\u201cCan I join you?\u201d he asks, motioning to the table.<\/p>\n

There\u2019s interest in his eyes, the kind a man has for a woman, but who knows, maybe it\u2019s real or maybe it\u2019s 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\u2019d 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\u2019m used, I\u2019ll enjoy being used.<\/p>\n

Whatever the case, it\u2019s 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. \u201cYou can join me,\u201d I say, \u201cbut only because I\u2019m trying to save the rest of the place from the attorney in the house.\u201d<\/p>\n

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\u2019ve 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\u2019m transported back to the place that I\u2019m now trying to forget: to Austin, to Drew\u2019s leg next to mine, his wink, and I do now what I did then. I jerk back. If Harvard notices he doesn\u2019t react. \u201cSince we haven\u2019t been formally introduced,\u201d he says, resting his naked hands on the table. \u201cI\u2019m Logan. Logan Casey.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cLogan Casey,\u201d 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. \u201cTwo first names,\u201d I add. \u201cSounds like your parents fought over who got to pick your first name. Did they draw straws for which choice became your middle name?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cYou\u2019re actually right on target,\u201d he says, laughing again, and it\u2019s a nice, masculine laugh, and oddly this thought feels familiar while Logan does not. \u201cNo one has ever guessed that,\u201d he adds. \u201cMy mother won the name war. The women always win. Speaking of names. Do you have one?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cHailey Anne Pitt,\u201d I say, \u201cand in my house, my father won the name war.\u201d Because in my father\u2019s world, I add silently, the women don\u2019t win the wars. At least, not that he knows, not in an obvious way. I\u2019ve learned this well.<\/p>\n

\u201cWell then, Hailey Anne Pitt,\u201d he says, \u201cwhat\u2019s a Stanford girl like you, doing in a place like this? You\u2019re a long way from school.\u201d<\/p>\n

I\u2019m smacked in the face with a lesson I\u2019ve long ago learned and forgotten with this man; strangers do not always remain strangers and all offhanded remarks can come back to haunt you. \u201cThat was a joke,\u201d I say, shutting the door connected to my real life, and a path that leads to my father. \u201cI hate attorneys, remember?\u201d<\/p>\n

He narrows his eyes on me, and for no reason other than instinct, I believe he\u2019s looking for a lie that he won\u2019t find. I\u2019m 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\u2019ll be a good one.<\/p>\n

\u201cThat was a joke?\u201d he confirms.<\/p>\n

\u201cYes,\u201d I say. \u201cAre you amused?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cYes, actually. I am. What does a lawyer-hating smart ass like yourself do for a living?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cWhen not busy taunting those who went to law school,\u201d I say. \u201cI\u2019m an aspiring artist.\u201d Both honest answers, if you put a \u201cwas\u201d in front of the \u201caspiring artist\u201d which I\u2019d thought that I\u2019d come to terms with, but the knot in my stomach says I have not.<\/p>\n

Logan motions toward the art room. \u201cYour career explains why you ended up here.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI guess it does,\u201d 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.<\/p>\n

\u201cAre you good?\u201d Logan asks, as if he\u2019s read my mind.<\/p>\n

My father\u2019s words answer him in my head. Art is useless unless you\u2019re famous, he used to say often, because of course, it was inconceivable that I might be good enough to be famous. \u201cArt is like movies and food,\u201d I say, shoving aside that bad memory. \u201cGood is subjective.\u201d I don\u2019t give him time to reply. I ping the conversation back toward him. \u201cWhat kind of law do you practice?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cCorporate,\u201d he says, and this time he pings back to me. \u201cDo you live in the neighborhood?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cYes,\u201d I say simply. \u201cDo you?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI bought a building a few years ago where I live and work which means this is my home turf, and why I know you\u2019re new here.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI am,\u201d I say and since he\u2019s clearly going to ask for details, I quickly preempt with an on-the-fly story. Actually, it\u2019s the suggested story, Rudolf included in my file. \u201cI came here for a job, and my new boss owns a house he\u2019s rented to me for dirt cheap.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cAnd what does an artist do but create art for a living?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI\u2019m working for a private art acquisitions firm. I now hunt for treasures for a living.\u201d This lie is actually my dream job that I\u2019ve never been allowed to entertain.<\/p>\n

The horror flick loving waitress delivers my coffee and brownie. \u201cThank you,\u201d I say, because every politician\u2019s daughter has manners beaten into her.<\/p>\n

\u201cNo problem,\u201d she says, \u201cbut if you come to your senses and want a better version of that coffee, just shout.\u201d She eyes Logan. \u201cI already know you want a crappy tasting coffee, on endless pour and a chocolate chip cookie. Coming right up.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cThanks, Megan,\u201d he says, giving her a wink that I don\u2019t classify as flirtatious, just friendly, and Megan is gone.<\/p>\n

\u201cObviously you\u2019re a regular,\u201d I comment, \u201cand they even like you.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cAnd they like me,\u201d he confirms, \u201cdespite knowing I\u2019m an attorney.<\/p>\n

\u201cBecause you\u2019re good looking and use it to your advantage.\u201d<\/p>\n

He arches a brow. \u201cYou think I\u2019m good looking, do you?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cOh, come on,\u201d I say, crinkling my nose. \u201cEveryone thinks you\u2019re good looking. I\u2019m simply stating a fact. We use what we have and those of us that are smart, know what we have.\u201d I move on from what is really quite inconsequential. \u201cWhy work here, not at home, or in the office?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI find I get a lot of work done with a cookie, coffee, and no access to streaming television,\u201d he explains.<\/p>\n

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\u2019t. Logan\u2019s an attorney, and my gut, which I\u2019ll confirm with research, says he\u2019s a powerful one, the kind that radiates toward my father. Maybe that\u2019s a coincidence and maybe it\u2019s not. Maybe he\u2019s testing how well I execute my cover story. The possibilities are many. Though in all fairness to Logan, perhaps I\u2019d 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.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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