Tell Me Lies 🏒 Excerpt Reveal

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𝑻𝑬𝑳𝑳 𝑴𝑬 𝑳𝑰𝑬𝑺 (New England Bay Sharks #1) by Hannah Gray releases next week!!! Check out this sneak peek!

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EXCERPT:

To Logan, I’m just the nanny, watching his kid. But in the book world, even though I’ve sucked for the past few years, I’m still very well known. If the tabloids put a picture out of Logan Sterns with his mystery girl and my readers saw it, they would go insane. And I don’t want that sort of attention.

“Why, Boston? You embarrassed to be seen with me?” he teases.

“No,” I answer quickly. “It’s not that I’m embarrassed. But if pictures got out, my readers would jump to conclusions. You know, about you and me. And that’d just make things weird.”

“Or they’d eat that shit up, and you’d be forced to write a hockey romance about a hot single dad.” He winks. “Now, that’s got a nice ring to it, don’t you think?”

“No.” I try to give him an annoyed look.

But the truth is, since being around him, I’ve had a new story plot brewing in my mind. One about a single father who happens to be insanely good-looking. Oh, and he plays professional hockey.

I can’t tell him all of that. He’ll think I’m a stalker.

“You’re so going to make me your muse, aren’t you?” His smirk only intensifies. “Wait … can I be on the cover?”

“No!” I reach forward, swatting his arm lightly. “You are not my muse. And, no, you cannot be on my cover!”

“You’re no fun.” He sighs. “As for fans at Christmas Land with the shitty cookies, I’ll wear a hat and sunglasses, and no one will know who I am. Hopefully.”

“All right,” I utter. “Are you going to choose something to watch?” I wave toward my bowl. “My popcorn is nearly gone, and you just keep scrolling past everything.”

“I’ll make you more,” he tosses back. “Hey, before I put on a show and we space out on whatever trash I choose, can I ask you, when is your next book release?”

“Why?” I scowl, not able to stop myself.

“Whoa. Calm down, sparky.” He shakes his head. “I just wanted to know so I could give you the day off for it. I mean … that’s a huge deal.”

Relaxing, I instantly feel bad. “Sorry,” I breathe out. “It’s a sore subject. Writing hasn’t exactly been easy the past few years.” I sit a little taller. “But a few days ago, I wrote a few hundred words, and I’m really hoping that if I continue to write, I can have a spring release.”

“Are your books dirty?” His eyes narrow, a sneaky smirk on his lips.

“No,” I lie.

“They totally are.” He grins. “Where can one get these books?”

“They are all sold out. Everywhere,” I lie again. “Guess you’re out of luck.”

He gives me a playful once-over. “That was a test, Miss Maci. I already found your books. I also know they are dirty as hell. I’m telling ya, you need a hockey book.” He waves his hand at himself. “The ladies love them a puck boy.”

“Oh my God. I cannot believe you looked up my books!” I whine as my cheeks heat, to the point of damn near pain. “Okay, we’re done talking about this. Time to find something to watch.”

He tosses me the remote, and I begin searching through Netflix.

“Oh, and, Maci?” I can hear the amusement dripping from his voice.

“What?” I huff out, terrified of what he’s going to say next.

“You can totally use me as inspo, just FYI. I give my permission.”

I peek over, and he winks.

“I know; I’m pretty inspirational.”

The embarrassment I was just feeling slowly fades. Rolling my eyes, I bark out a laugh. “I’m not even going to respond to that. Now, be quiet. Let’s watch Love Island. You wanted trashy? You got it.”

He starts to say something, but I hold my hand up, silencing him.

“No more talk of my books, or I’m going to leave right now.”

I glance at him to see him pouting. Slowly, he turns his attention toward the screen, and thank the Lord, he leaves me alone.

He might not know it—and I’ll never admit it out loud—but he is already my inspiration.

Because … hello … he’s Logan freaking Sterns.

BLURB:

As a single father, I often feel like the weight of the world sits on my shoulders. When my daughter’s nanny gives me her two weeks’ notice, I’m sweating bullets. Fear that my NHL season with the New England Bay Sharks could be derailed consumes me.

Finding a replacement seems impossible when, suddenly, Maci McKenzie—a struggling author who’s running from some deep, dark secret in her past—steps into the picture. She needs a change of scenery to help her write, and I just need someone who isn’t a complete weirdo to watch my kid when I’m not around.

As we grow closer, I learn she’s struggling to write the so-called “spicy” scenes. And, well, me being the nice fella I am, I offer my assistance and show her how a real man should treat a woman in between the sheets. It’s the perfect deal really. I get off, and she gets the inspiration she needs to write a book.

And not just any book … a hockey romance book.

But like all deals, it’s not black-and-white. Soon, I find myself falling in love with the woman. But the closer I get to her … the further she pulls away. Then, I finally find out what’s haunting her from her past.

Whoever says the truth will set you free has never heard a secret like this one.

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