Blog Tour: Liar by Stephanie St. Klaire
BOOK BLURB:
Fake it until you make it. That was the mantra Cori Dash chanted as she chased a big city dream. The more you tell people you’re on top of the world, the more they believe it – just like they believed the embellished image she sold them with her knock off designer facade. It wasn’t lying if the truth stood somewhere in the middle – and she didn’t get caught. Dominic Blackthorne owned half of that big city…and a reputation. Rather than dispel rumors or show the world the real Nick, he let his own fake image run free. Until Cori Dash – the only person who told him exactly how it was, even if it stung. When Cori is faced with her ex-fiance, now engaged to her ex-best friend, it’s game on. In her boldest move yet, she concocts her biggest lie to date by introducing the first handsome stranger that walks by as her new fiancé. Happy to play the part, Nick is already planning the fake wedding of her dreams. You know what they say about lying – the truth always comes out – and it hurts. Especially when Cori finds out she isn’t the biggest Liar in this game, and she’s been out played.
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AUTHOR INFORMATION:
Stephanie St. Klaire is a Pacific Northwest native currently living in Portland, Oregon with her husband, five children, and two ferocious lap dogs that are used to the finer things in life like sleeping all day. When she isn’t writing, she can usually be found with a plate full of taco’s, a side of bean dip, and probably some gummy bears while being a little bit hippy and a lot bit busy mom’ing and wife’ing.
When she’s not tossing around gritty crime show inspired serial killers and diabolical bad guys, she likes to make people pee their pants a little with a good romcom. Sometimes, her worlds collide, and she writes really funny stuff right before she kills people off on the pages! She loves murder and mayhem as much as a good laugh and HEA! That’s why she’s a die-hard Hallmark junky but loves her gritty crime shows – balance!
Stephanie has always been a story teller, with the gift of “gab”, and a life-long goal to be a writer. Unfortunate circumstances with her health, finally afforded her the time to do so. Irony at its best, she began writing her first novel at an adverse time, to escape her circumstance and explore the stories in her imagination for relief. She is happy to share those stories with her readers, and bring a little fun, entertainment, and of course smexy characters to the pages.
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Excerpt
The whispers caught her attention before the man, aiming for her office did. She scanned the group, following the he’s coming this way, I’ve never seen him before, and is that really him? to the doorway, and her heart sunk. The man who stepped off the elevator was the man from the park — Nick.
Her original instinct had been right. He was a stalker, the creepy kind, and now he was standing in her office with her and her team. How on earth he’d found her, she didn’t know. He only had her first name, though she did mention she worked for the event sponsor. Still, getting past security? This guy was good and probably dangerous.
“What in the hell are you doing here?” she asked, her hands on her hips, offering a threatening glare.
Leaning against the doorway, with his hands in his pockets and a cocky grin, he nodded toward the watchful crowd before saying, “I’m here to see you.”
“Uh, I can see that. You need to leave. I was very clear yesterday — not interested. Are you stalking me?” she asked, quick to scan the group of eyes fixed on her with shocked expressions to match.
The whispers were louder, and the team was so invested in the back and forth, the only thing missing was popcorn. Something was off, and she didn’t know what, especially when she heard didn’t think he was real and it’s definitely him.
Who? she wondered. How did some of her employees know who he was, but she didn’t? Then, a terrifying thought crossed her mind. What if they had seen his picture somewhere, like on TV? Could he be a wanted man? A true stalker? A criminal?
Her fury escalated, and she felt the sudden urge to protect herself and those around her. “I asked you what you’re doing here.”
“I answered.” He winked at a couple of the ladies sitting closest to him. “I’m here to see you — my fiancé.”
Loud gasps filled the room, putting Cori on even higher alert. She tossed her hands in the air. “You know that wasn’t real, right? Do you know the difference between reality and fiction? I don’t know what kind of game you’re playing, but you need to leave, now. Or I’ll…call security.”
He shrugged, maintaining his megawatt smile, which might have charmed the pants off some, but not her. The chatter didn’t die down, and some of the women seemed to be entranced by his rugged good looks and that flashy smile. This was getting out of hand, and she needed to bring it to a close — fast. For all she knew, he had a gun or knife under that expensive Armani. He was an Armani wearing criminal — a polished thug.