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Synopsis:

Fake it until you make it. That was the mantra Cori Dash chanted as she chased a big city dream. The more you tell people you’re on top of the world, the more they believe it – just like they believed the embellished image she sold them with her knock off designer facade. It wasn’t lying if the truth stood somewhere in the middle – and she didn’t get caught.

Dominic Blackthorne owned half of that big city…and a reputation. Rather than dispel rumors or show the world the real Nick, he let his own fake image run free. Until Cori Dash – the only person who told him exactly how it was, even if it stung.

When Cori is faced with her ex-fiance, now engaged to her ex-best friend, it’s game on. In her boldest move yet, she concocts her biggest lie to date by introducing the first handsome stranger that walks by as her new fiancé. Happy to play the part, Nick is already planning the fake wedding of her dreams.

You know what they say about lying – the truth always comes out – and it hurts. Especially when Cori finds out she isn’t the biggest Liar in this game, and she’s been out played.

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Excerpt 

 The whispers caught her attention before the man, aiming for her office did. She scanned the group, following the he’s coming this way, I’ve never seen him before, and is that really him? to the doorway, and her heart sunk. The man who stepped off the elevator was the man from the park — Nick.

Her original instinct had been right. He was a stalker, the creepy kind, and now he was standing in her office with her and her team. How on earth he’d found her, she didn’t know. He only had her first name, though she did mention she worked for the event sponsor. Still, getting past security? This guy was good and probably dangerous.

“What in the hell are you doing here?” she asked, her hands on her hips, offering a threatening glare.

Leaning against the doorway, with his hands in his pockets and a cocky grin, he nodded toward the watchful crowd before saying, “I’m here to see you.”

“Uh, I can see that. You need to leave. I was very clear yesterday — not interested. Are you stalking me?” she asked, quick to scan the group of eyes fixed on her with shocked expressions to match.

The whispers were louder, and the team was so invested in the back and forth, the only thing missing was popcorn. Something was off, and she didn’t know what, especially when she heard didn’t think he was real and it’s definitely him.

Who? she wondered. How did some of her employees know who he was, but she didn’t? Then, a terrifying thought crossed her mind. What if they had seen his picture somewhere, like on TV? Could he be a wanted man? A true stalker? A criminal?

Her fury escalated, and she felt the sudden urge to protect herself and those around her. “I asked you what you’re doing here.”

“I answered.” He winked at a couple of the ladies sitting closest to him. “I’m here to see you — my fiancé.”

Loud gasps filled the room, putting Cori on even higher alert. She tossed her hands in the air. “You know that wasn’t real, right? Do you know the difference between reality and fiction? I don’t know what kind of game you’re playing, but you need to leave, now. Or I’ll…call security.”

He shrugged, maintaining his megawatt smile, which might have charmed the pants off some, but not her. The chatter didn’t die down, and some of the women seemed to be entranced by his rugged good looks and that flashy smile. This was getting out of hand, and she needed to bring it to a close — fast. For all she knew, he had a gun or knife under that expensive Armani. He was an Armani wearing criminal — a polished thug.

“Figures, I had to pick a crazy one,” she said while picking up her phone and calling the security desk. She couldn’t help but wonder why members of her team continued to gasp in shock every time she addressed him. “Tony, we have a trespasser…in my office.”

“Your nose wrinkles when you’re mad. It’s…cute.” His compliment clearly offended her, but he found that just as cute as the wrinkled nose.

“Cute! Bring back-up, Tony. He appears to be unstable.” She hung up her phone, knowing Tony would be there in no time, given the concern she heard in his voice.

She looked to her staff. “I need you all to leave quickly. This is not a drill. Please follow safety protocol and exit the floor. Justin, you are the safety manager for this floor. You know what to do.” She turned to the man in Armani. “You’re here to see me, just let them go without incident and security will go easy on you.”

As the people quickly filed out of the office and went straight for the stairwell, she couldn’t help but notice the snickers and more whispers. Even a few heads turned and laughed before rounding the last corner. What on earth?

“Protecting your people — that’s honorable,” he said.

“What do you want?”

“A date,” he said, as if it was the most normal thing in the world, given the circumstance.

“You really are crazy!” She reached into her nearby purse and pulled out her mace. You can never be too careful, she thought. She tossed her neck left then right, loosening up, ready to use those self-defense moves she learned back in college. “You come near me and I’ll unload this entire canister on you. Then, I’ll kick your ass…or…something.”

“Wow. City life has really rubbed off on you.” He chuckled.

“What does that mean?”

“Nothing.” He shook his head, never losing that smile that most likely would have work on her…if he weren’t crazy. “About that date.”

“I’m not dating you. I have a strict policy not to date psychopaths.” After dropping the insult, she thought better of it. If he truly was unstable, it wouldn’t be wise to provoke any particular violent tendencies he may possess. It was time to take some sort of ninja warrior course. The city was showing its dangerous colors.

“We should get to know each other, so we don’t blow our cover.” That nonchalant shrug of his was getting on her nerves, and he knew it.

“Our cover? What the hell are you talking about?” Her hand darted out in front of her, aiming her mace, when he started to move toward her. She did mini lunges, stretching her legs, ready for hand to hand combat, in case it came to that.

He held his hands up in surrender, indicating he wasn’t a threat. “The invite to the San Juan Islands Memorial Day weekend. Winnie and Phillip? Have you already forgotten?”

“Are you mad? That’s not happening. Do you really think I’d leave town with a stranger…or date one for that matter? I really can’t believe this is happening. My lie — lies, really — are catching up to me! This…this is karma, isn’t it?”

“Don’t all dating couples start as strangers?” he asked, matter of fact.

“Well…yes, but we aren’t a couple, we aren’t dating, and I’m filing a restraining order the minute security tosses you on your…ass.” It wasn’t in her nature to swear or be mean, but she thought perhaps a few choice words would intimidate him a bit and let the Armani Killer know she meant business.

She looked around him, through the glass wall, feeling a sense of relief when Tony finally exited the elevator with his sidekick, Carmine. They headed right for her office, Tony’s hand resting on the stun gun on the right side of his utility belt. Tony’s angsty expression froze, and his eyes went wide when he entered the office and Nick turned to look at him. Surely Tony wasn’t intimidated. He must have been just as surprised by the man’s tall stature and clean-cut, tailored suit that didn’t scream sociopath — just like she had been.

“Wh-What seems to be the problem?” Tony asked, looking between Nick and Cori.

Her brows furrowed in confusion. She thought it was rather obvious what the issue was, but clarified by pointing at Nick. “Problem? Him. He’s the problem!”

“But, Cori. I mean…Miss Dash…” Tony stammered.

“But nothing. I want him removed, accompanied from the property, and a police report filed so my restraining order will stand. There is no telling what this…” she waved her hand up and down, indicating Nick, “loon is capable of.”

Tony’s voice turned to one of reason. He clearly saw she was upset, flustered even, but he wasn’t sure she knew what she was really asking. “Uh…but, Miss Dash—”

“Tony,” she interrupted before he could say another word, “I want him gone. Remember I told you about a…gentleman I met this weekend? Well, this is him. He found me. He’s delusional, and needs to go — now. Don’t be fooled by the knock-off designer suit. He’s a threat. Now, remove him.”

“Oh? OH! Well, Miss—” Tony tried, once again, without any luck.

“Tony…” she tried to interrupt him once more, frustrated by his unwillingness to do his job. Why was Tony, head of security Tony, so reluctant to do what he was paid to do?

“I…I can’t, Cori. He’s—”

“Crazy! I know! Remove him!” she shouted, tired of the charade Nick clearly orchestrated.

“It’s okay, Tony. I’ve got this,” Nick said, patting Tony on the shoulder.

“Uh, yes, Mr. Blackthorne,” Tony offered, emphasizing Blackthorne in an attempt to toss Cori a bone before she dug herself any deeper.

Too late. She was already filling the hole she was laying in when Blackthorne registered loud and clear. “Blackthorne? You’re Nick…Dominic Blackthorne…owner of Thorne Industries…my…boss?”

The charming smile returned. “Pleasure to meet you, Miss Dash.”

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REVIEW

“Cori Dash, you are anything but a lie.”

A fun romantic comedy, Liar, pulls out all the stops in a silly game of topping another couple. That other couple happens to be Cori’s ex-fiance and his now fiancé (and Cori’s ex-best friend). Cori grabs a stranger in a park and makes him her fiancé. He’s more than willing to play along. Turns out he is the owner of the company she works for. Cori has been hurt more than once and has her guards up. Nick is smitten right away with her. She isn’t impressed with his money, she’s kind, generous, and career driven. She only sees this as a silly game and that their relationship isn’t real. He’s out to win her heart. What starts out as a fake relationship turns into a friendship that leads to love. A modern-day Cinderella tale. A very fun romantic comedy with hilarious dialogue. As with all Stephanie St. Klaire’s books, you get a fully developed storyline and characters.

Reviewed by Comfy Chair Books/Lisa Reigel (August 12, 2018)

AUTHOR INFORMATION:

Stephanie St. Klaire is a Pacific Northwest native currently living in Portland, Oregon with her husband, five children, and two ferocious lap dogs that are used to the finer things in life like sleeping all day. When she isn’t writing, she can usually be found with a plate full of taco’s, a side of bean dip, and probably some gummy bears while being a little bit hippy and a lot bit busy mom’ing and wife’ing.

When she’s not tossing around gritty crime show inspired serial killers and diabolical bad guys, she likes to make people pee their pants a little with a good romcom. Sometimes, her worlds collide, and she writes really funny stuff right before she kills people off on the pages! She loves murder and mayhem as much as a good laugh and HEA! That’s why she’s a die-hard Hallmark junky but loves her gritty crime shows – balance!

Stephanie has always been a story teller, with the gift of “gab”, and a life-long goal to be a writer. Unfortunate circumstances with her health, finally afforded her the time to do so. Irony at its best, she began writing her first novel at an adverse time, to escape her circumstance and explore the stories in her imagination for relief. She is happy to share those stories with her readers, and bring a little fun, entertainment, and of course smexy characters to the pages.

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