The man who saved her is also the man who destroyed her… or is he?
Seven years ago, I decided I wanted to be a fighter. Marcus Roma showed me how.
Six years ago, my parents died in a car accident. Marcus Roma picked me up off the ground and held me until I could stand on my own two feet. Five years ago, I fell in love with him. And then Marcus Roma disappeared. No warning. No explanation. Just gone. Yesterday, he came back. And now I have to decide who’s telling the truth, and who’s lying. Who wants something from me, and who wants…
If I guess wrong, I could lose everything. I need to think clearly. But Marcus makes that impossible. Marcus makes me weak. Marcus makes me want, in a way I’ve never felt before. Marcus Roma will make me fall. The only question is—will he be there to catch me this time?
LIE TO ME is a new adult / adult contemporary romance novel about truth, lies, and redemption. It is not intended for readers under the age of 18.
I have to say this is the best book I have had the pleasure of reading by Chloe Cox. There is so much emotion, angst, and drama that every time I sat down to read I was completely immersed in the story. The flow between past and present was flawless, not to mention the changes in POV. It’s hard to have not only two POVs, but to also have two different time periods- Chloe did a phenomenal job, maybe the best I’ve seen done this way. She did such a good job of making the Harlow and the Marcus of the past young, naïve, and awkward while keeping the adult Harlow and Marcus jaded, world weary, and cautious… among other things which I will get into later in the review.
The characters of this book are completely developed and extremely well thought out. I would have to say that Harlow is in my top FIVE favorite book chics, if not number one. She’s a complex character… in most books where the female has a “knight in shining armor” they tend to be a bit weak, whiney, and slightly annoying. Harlow, she’s had a pretty hard-knock life. She’s dealt with the loss of her parents, her first ever love, and had many other setbacks along the way. Her life didn’t give her the HEA she thought it would and it left serious scars on her heart and in her mind. She very well could have been one of those characters that made me cringe, despite the weakness she had – anxiety and depression among other things – she was strong willed and full of fight. Definitely happy to see a character with the strength to overcome.
Marcus, he is a total bad boy, alpha man, boxer, sex-god, and sweetheart all piled into one. His one weakness has always been Harlow, will always be Harlow. His greatest strength is Harlow, will always be Harlow. Such a conundrum. Again, a flawlessly developed character that has many facets and my favorite part, is a smut lover’s dream come true.
There are several secondary characters that are also just as well developed and likable, but for the sake of not telling you too much of the plot line I am going to skip mentioning them individually. This book really has it all. It’s an emotional rollercoaster that will have you turning the pages as fast as you can so that you can find out if Harlow and Marcus can overcome the doubt, deceit, and heartbreak of the past so that their future can be what it should have already been. And I can’t forget to mention the sexual tension and angst… very, very hot… then when the tension is too much to bear the smut is off the charts amazing. A total FIVE star read!!
Review written by Miranda from Mommy’s a Book Whore for Crystal’s Many Reviewers.
“That doesn’t work, Marcus. You can’t have it both ways. You can’t work for the man who’s trying to destroy my home and be my…what? What do you even think you are?”
Marcus puts those big hands on either side of me on the kitchen counter, penning me in, and leans in until his mouth is only inches from mine.
“I’m the guy who’s going to keep you safe,” he says.
I shiver as I feel his breath on my neck, and my heart breaks as he says those words. “Oh. Is that all?” I ask.
His lips graze my ear, my cheek. He rubs his face against my neck, and then licks it, ever so lightly.
“No,” he says in my ear. “That’s not all.”
Oh God. Oh God, oh God, oh God. The physicality of this man, and my attraction to him, removes all sense from my brain. I feel like a zombie, or like I’m hypnotized, like he could tell me to strip and my clothes would be half off before I even knew what was happening. Like I’m drunk on him, drunk and deranged and prone to making bad decisions. This should be illegal. You should not be allowed to drive a human body while under this kind of influence.
“Marcus, I can’t do a repeat of this,” I say, and my breath is already ragged. “Please.”
And I push against his chest, gently.
I can’t look at him when he steps back because I know I’ll be right back there, unable to think clearly through my desire for him. Not just for him, but for everything to be right between us. That was the worst part about sleeping with him again—seeing a glimpse of how it could be. Knowing I love him now more than I ever did, knowing that learning more about the world in the last five years has made me realize just how lucky I was to have him in my life at all. And then the hangover: remembering that it’s not all right. That he still hasn’t explained why he left, that he might do it again at any moment. Remembering what happened to me after he left the first time.
How could I bring him back into my life under those circumstances? How could I ever bring him into Dill’s life under those circumstances?
That’s why I kicked him out. Didn’t seem to do any good, though. He’s still in my life. Even if he weren’t standing in my kitchen, looking down at me with such tender concern that it makes me weak, he’d still be in my life. Because I don’t think he’ll ever be out of my thoughts.
“Lo,” he says.
“Goddammit,” I say. I still can’t look at him. I’m actually sweating, I’m so turned on, and I still have to say no. I
still have to be responsible. And I am furious. “Why can’t you just tell me? Why can’t you just explain? Why can’t you help me to understand so I can maybe, maybe, trust you again?”
He starts to speak, but he’s got me going now. I have to get mad or I’ll start to cry. I think about all those sleepless
nights after he left, I think about all those men who treated me like crap, I think about Dylan in the bar. I think about how much I hated myself, how I thought I was just unloveable, if after all that Marcus Roma could leave me so easily.
I push him in the chest again, harder this time.
“Do you have any idea what it did to me when you left?” I ask him.
I can feel the anger roiling through my blood, twisting around the lust, the love, turning it all into something potent and powerful and destructive, and if I thought I was drunk on him before, I had no idea what that meant. I am no longer in the drivers seat. Something else is happening here. All those things I never said, all those things I felt: they’re coming out.
I shove him, hard enough to surprise him.
“Do you know what happened to me?” I shout.
Marcus’s eyes glitter softly, so softly, and when he speaks, his voice is gentle. “Tell me,” he says.
I love to tell stories. I especially love romance, only with all the good and sexy parts left in, and sometimes with a little kink, too. I cry at the dumbest commercials, I hide behind the nearest person during scary movies (and then make them tell me what’s going on), and I spend way too much money sending my friends gag gifts. (Amazon Prime free shipping is a dangerous, dangerous thing.)
So aside from feeling compelled to sit at my computer and make stuff up all day, I’m an otherwise normal gal navigating life, family, love and the rest. I am also a voracious, omnivorous reader, a disastrous cook (recipes are at best just suggestions), and the human who belongs to two bat%$&! insane cats.
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