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About THE TRUTH ABOUT LENNON: Lennon Barrick-St. James is making headlines as New York City's hottest new socialite. Only she isn't new at all. One well-intentioned night gone wrong has landed the daughter of the vice presidential candidate Christopher St. James on the front pages of every newspaper and magazine in the country. Forced by her father to stay out of the limelight, Lennon flees to the quiet town of Haven, Texas, where she vows to lie low and avoid men. Well, except for the sexy biker she just ran off the road--she definitely won't be avoiding him. Noah Cunningham Already has a girl in his life, and he sure as hell doesn't need another. Especially the beautiful and sinfully sweet angel that just descended upon the quiet little town he calls home. The only problem is that the more time he spends with Lennon, the more he wants to be with her. And that's just not going to work for Noah. He's already been burned once and he's not so sure he's ready to go down that road again. Noah has spent the last five years putting his life back together after secrets and lies ripped it apart. So what will happen when he learns the Truth about Lennon.
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Later that night, I’m crawling into bed, my sketch pad in hand, when my phone rings. Brenna’s name flashes across the screen. Shit. I don’t want to answer, because I already know we’ll end up in another fight. And I’m sick of fighting. I push the button to ignore the call. I’ve enjoyed my short time here in Heaven, and it isn’t necessarily because of Nova and Noah—although they play a big part. But I’ve enjoyed the quieter life. I’ve enjoyed exploring the little shops in town, getting to know the friendly locals, and seeing the potential all around me. I’m doing what I want when I want without having to answer to anyone. No publicist watching my every move, and no looking over my shoulder everywhere I go, wondering if the paparazzi are hiding around the corner, just waiting for me to screw something up. And I haven’t screwed anything up. I’ve made some mighty fine decisions—both business and personal—since I’ve been here, if I do say so myself. My phone vibrates again, but this time when I look down, I smile. Noah: How is your night going? Me: Better now that I’m talking to you. I snuggle into my covers, waiting for him to respond. Noah: I was going to call, but I didn’t want to wake you up. Me: I’m in bed, but you didn’t wake me up. Noah: Now we’re getting somewhere. Bed, huh? What are you wearing? I can’t help it, I grin. Me: Am I supposed to be wearing something? Noah: Fuuuuuuck Me: I can think of a few ways for you to come warm me up ; ) A few seconds later, my phone rings, and I pull it to my ear. “Hello?” Noah growls. “You’re killing me.” The sound of his voice is enough to send my body into overdrive. “In the best possible way though, right?” Because you’re killing me, too. “You have no idea.” I hear the sheets rustling, and I know he’s in bed. Oh, what I wouldn’t give to be there next to him. “I think I have an idea.” “Are you really naked?” “Do you want me to be?” “Damn,” he mumbles. “I would kill to be over there right now. You know that, don’t you? You know that if I didn’t have Nova here, I’d be there in a heartbeat.” “I know.” My heart melts at his sweet words. “I haven’t been inside of you in days.” His voice is low and raspy, his drawl much more prominent, something that happens when he’s turned on. “Soon.” “Really?” he admonishes. “Because I’m beginning to think it’ll never happen again.” I chuckle. “You miss my body that much, huh?” He’s silent for a few beats, and then he takes a deep breath and blows me away with his words. “It’s more than your body, Lennon. It’s your scent and the way it wraps itself around me. It’s the way your eyes sparkle when you smile and the sound of your laughter throughout my house. And how you are with my daughter. You’re amazing with her. You’re gentle and kind and loving and… it’s everything. It’s you. I miss you.” “Noah?” “What?” “Unlock your door.” I end the call, and two seconds later, I’m hauling ass out the front door in my pajamas. When I hit the bottom step of his porch and find Noah half-naked in front of his open door, wearing nothing but a pair of low-slung sweats, I nearly lose my breath. I’m not sure if it’s the tattoos crawling up his arms, or the way he’s hanging on to the top of the door frame—it could even be his warm, brown eyes, which are eating me from top to bottom—but he looks different. “What took you so long?” His slow, sexy grin pulls me in, and I walk straight into his open arms. I pull my bottom lip between my teeth and smile. “I had to put clothes on.” In an instant, Noah scoops me up, kicks the door shut, and is moving down his hall. “Why the hell would you do something like that?”
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K.L. Grayson resides in a small town outside of St. Louis, MO. She is entertained daily by her extraordinary husband, who will forever inspire every good quality she writes in a man. Her entire life rests in the palms of six dirty little hands, and when the day is over and those pint-sized cherubs have been washed and tucked into bed, you can find her typing away furiously on her computer. She has a love for alpha-males, brownies, reading, tattoos, sunglasses, and happy endings…and not particularly in that order.
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