#1 Lie (#1 Series #4) by T. Gephart
Working in Hollywood meant Jessica Dawson was used to lying. As an assistant to one of the biggest agents in town, biting her tongue and spewing out sugarcoated untruths were an almost daily occurrence. But fabricating alternate realities never spilled into her personal life, until three months ago when she told the biggest lie of all.
While her dear gran lay on her deathbed, Jessica mentioned she’d met her soul mate. It had been Gran’s last wish to see all her grandkids settled down before she went to see Jesus. And as the only one still single, Jessica didn’t have the heart to disappoint her.
No one expected Gran to make a miraculous recovery.
Now, Gran was expecting to meet Jessica’s perfect man at her cousin’s wedding, which meant she needed to find a perfect man fast. Hiring a professional was the only solution.
Enter Dave Larsson, younger brother to one of Hollywood’s elite.
Sexy, funny and just as smoldering hot as his super-famous sibling—he had talent and charm to spare. But most importantly, he was affordable and available.
All she needed to do was haul Dave home, have him meet Gran and the family, then shortly after the wedding, “break up” with him.
It was either that, or admit to her #1 Lie.
Only thing she didn’t plan on was the bigger lie she would need to tell herself when it was time to let him go.
Excerpt #1 Lie by T. Gephart
Like a Martha Stewart version of anthrax, a million tiny foil hearts exploded onto my desk as I opened the envelope. I didn’t need to read the ivory linen cardstock to know what it was, the panic setting in before the tiny hearts had a chance to settle.
It was my cousin Lana’s wedding invitation, and I was in a shitload of trouble.
It wasn’t that I hated my cousin or her future husband; in fact, I loved every member of my family. And I was genuinely happy for Lana and Clay. My issue wasn’t even with the institution of marriage, hoping someday—when the time was right and I found the perfect guy—I too would take the walk down the aisle.
No, the chill that traveled down my spine was from additional script that would undoubtedly be written next to mine.
I took a deep breath, hoping a serious and freaky unexplained case of amnesia had rocked the entire state of Louisiana as my fingers slid out the invitation. Or maybe Lana and Clay decided they were going to be cheap and keep the numbers down.
But no, there it was, my worst fears confirmed in embossed gold lettering.
Jessica plus one.
My head shook as I evaluated my stupidity, wondering how someone who was at the top of her game in her professional life could have made such an epic misstep.
Okay, so maybe it wasn’t such a mystery.