I did it. I
love with Silas. My bodyguard. My protector.
playing a cat-and-mouse game. I’m not sure whether I’m the cat or the mouse,
but I can definitely tell I’m in a trap.
no way out.
everyone thought I was. The truth is out there, finally turning the lie about
me inside out. I am the shameless little lie. It’s finally been revealed, and
now even more people want to kill me.
presidential campaign hangs in the balance, a delicate web of international
relations and economic stability at risk, power becomes more important than
my life. I’m a nothing. A no one. Just a tool, remember?
can be used to open locks. Cracking open the truth and exposing it could change
the balance of power. Tip the scales. Make a presidential campaign turn on a
Silas doesn’t believe me when I tell the truth.
may make him the biggest tool of all.
Little Lie is book two in the Shameless trilogy by USA Today bestselling author
Shameless Little CON
Shameless Little LIE
Shameless Little BET
This is the second book in Meli Raine’s Shameless Trilogy, and it picks up right where book one left off. (So if you haven’t read book one, A Shameless Little Con, stop, and read it!)
Jane has found out some interesting news, and lots has happened to her. She is being watched 24/7 by her lover and bodyguard Silas, who finally believes in her. She is still receiving death threats every day, and it is becoming obvious that someone on the inside is setting her up.
This is one of those books that draws you in right at the very beginning and you just can’t put it down. (Not for a minute!) And…it ends in a cliffhanger! Arrgh! May can’t come soon enough!
stroking something so soft and smooth. It’s comforting and inviting, so I rub
against the softness, reveling in sensation, sighing.
the something moves.
Silas says, his voice coming from above. “She’s awake.”
eyes, then shut them quickly to make the spinning stop. The world is full of
random objects that move in and out, forward and back, my depth perception put
in a blender and puréed.
whisper, his hand on my shoulder. I want him to stroke my hair, to bring me
ginger ale, to keep me safe and let me relax.
fainted,” he says, voice somehow both taut with worry and gentle with concern.
“Right into my arms.”
his lap and look up into those bright eyes full of mirth and worry. “Can you
sit up?” he asks.
so nice here. I could sleep here forever.”
clears their throat in the distance. It’s a masculine sound.
the throat-clearer asks from another continent away. Or maybe the front seat.
It’s hard to tell.
so,” Silas responds, easing me up slowly.
consent to sitting up,” I murmur, snuggling in.
didn’t consent to being your pillow.”
a good pillow. The best pillow ever.”
Silas asks slowly. “Are you on something?”
something? I’m on you.” My muscles go slack, body in need of this all-too-short
moment to enjoy being at rest in a place of sanctuary.
my head move lightly as he–is he laughing? “No. I mean, did you take a drug, or
a pill? You’re acting very weird.”
met? Come on. You try going through what I’ve been through these last few days,
then faint, and come out of it perfectly sane,” I grouse.
to a full upright position with my back against the upholstered seat, I realize
it’s not just me, Silas, and–oh. The throat-clearer is Duff.
behind him, their heads huddled together as they speak through the window.
I lie. “Just tired and a little weary from having my entire life blitzed to
writes romantic suspense with hot bikers, intense undercover DEA agents, bad
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her first motorcycle when she was five years old, but she played in the ocean
long before that. She lives in New England with her family.