TWELVE
TRUTHS AND A LIE
Contemporary
Romance
COVER
DESIGN: Natasha Snow
RELEASE
DATE: 9-19-16
BLURB
Aurora Jones has it
all—a job she loves as a child and family therapist, supportive friends, and a
decent place to live. What she doesn’t have is much luck when it comes to
dating men. And not only are her choices terrible, she also hasn’t been
boyfriend free since she was a teenager. So she places herself on a sabbatical
of sorts. No dating for twelve months.
Cameron Miller has had
a crappy year. His girlfriend fell for his best friend and to ease the pain, he
drowns his troubles in more booze and women than he can count. When his buddies
finally slap some sense into him and urge him to focus on his new position as a
special education teacher in an urban school district, he decides to get his
act together.
Away from the prying
eyes of their mutual friends, Cameron and Aurora agree to hang out once a week
in their newly dubbed Chastity Club. Number of members? Two. It’s a chance to
find solace, companionship, and something neither anticipated – a burgeoning
attraction. But when Cameron invites Aurora to be his fake date at the reunion
his ex-girlfriend and best friend will be attending, their passion ignites. What
happens in Chastity Club stays in Chastity Club, right? Until they discover
that a year of self-truths might actually lead them to true love.
Excerpt:
“Well,” I explained, after swallowing a bite, “depends how, um, sexually frustrated you’ve been and—”
“Extremely,” she said without hesitation, and I nearly choked on the cheese sliding down my throat. “I mean, Richard doesn’t even—”
She smashed her hand over her mouth, looking positively mortified. “Shit, never mind.”
“Who’s Richard?” I asked, thoroughly confused, wondering if I’d missed something in the conversation.
“Oh, God,” she said. “Can you forget I even said that?”
“Not a chance,” I replied, knowing it would bug the shit out of me all night if she didn’t fess up. “Don’t be embarrassed, we’ve talked about plenty of things already…”
As she took deep breaths, I tried to match up the name Richard to one of her old boyfriends she might’ve mentioned. Or was she more mortified that I’d brought up the idea of being sexually frustrated?
“Look, I wasn’t trying to embarrass you,” I said, attempting to dislodge her hand from her face. “Guys talk about jacking off all the time, I don’t know if girls do, but—”
“Of course we do,” she finally huffed out, her eyes bulging. “Richard is the name of my vibrator.”
Oh fucking Christ, what a visual. My dick immediately tented against my zipper. In that moment, I was so grateful the tablecloth was covering me. After I got over the initial shock and stimulation of her bringing up her vibrator, I focused in on the fact that she had named it in the first place. Richard.
I couldn’t hold back a snort and that caused a chain reaction in Aurora, who began giggling and then full-on laughing. Her face was so beet red that when we made eye contact and I said, “Richard. As in dick?” she howled even louder, causing the people in the booth behind her to turn around and stare.
ABOUT
THE AUTHOR
Once upon a time, Christina Lee lived in New York City and was
a wardrobe stylist. She spent her days getting in cabs, shopping for photo
shoots, eating amazing food, and drinking coffee at her favorite hangouts.
Now she lives in the Midwest with her husband
and son—her two favorite guys. She’s been a clinical social worker and a
special education teacher. But it wasn't until she wrote a weekly column for
the local newspaper that she realized she could turn the fairytales inside her
head into the reality of writing fiction.
She’s addicted to lip balm and salted
caramel everything. She believes in true love and kissing, so writing romance
novels has become a dream job.
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