Truth or Dare (Liar Liar #2)
by l. a. cotton
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Book #1: Liar Liar
Book #2: Truth or Dare
***I received an ARC in exchange for an honest review.***
Well L.A. Cotton has done it again! Another amazing book from this talented author!
I was going crazy from the cliff-hanger in the first book and could not wait for Truth or Dare to come out. So I busied myself with other reading other books and then BAM … it was finally here. I dove right into the book like I was dying for thirst of Evan and Becca’s story and Lianne did not disappoint.
I was shocked from so much throughout this book! From Becca’s determination, to Evan’s intensiveness, to Kendall’s cattiness, and to ___’s madness! This book was amazing from start to finish. I am sad to see Becca and Evan’s story end, but I am hoping this will open more stories from here. Maybe even a story Kendall’s story…
it, earning me a couple of hard glares from guys twice my size. Becca spun
again, facing the stage, and I moved behind her, leaving only a sliver of space
between us. It was perfect timing because
the song ended and the band went straight into something with less base. The
sea of faceless people swayed and bobbed their heads in time with the mellow
beat. Becca followed them, her shoulders swinging from side to side. Her black
sweater hung off one shoulder, revealing a khaki tank top underneath and milky
skin just begging to be touched. Without thinking, I slid my arms around her
waist and gathered her against me. Her body recoiled, and I felt Becca’s fight
instinct kick in, but I held firm, dipping my mouth to her ear. “It’s me,” I
the music. I didn’t care that I looked all kinds of awkward because it was the
closest Becca had let me get since the night we’d been together. My fingers dug
into her hips at the memory, anchoring her to me, but she didn’t move. She didn’t
fight me off or give me hell; she just continued
to soak up the atmosphere. I didn’t want to push her or be a jerk, but I was a guy,
and she was here, pressed up against me, looking all kinds of hot.
me of using her to forget about all the shit going on in my life, but it was
more than that with us. We both knew it, and deep down, I think that was why
she was so reluctant to give me a second chance.
terrified her. Hell, it terrified me. Becca hadn’t grown up in a place like
Credence, but she’d ended up here for a reason. If she’d just let me in … If she’d trust me with whatever it was she
was hiding, I could help. I could be
there for her. Maybe that made me a selfish bastard, dragging her into my
fucked-up life, but she made breathing easier. She made everything a little bit
easier, and I hadn’t expected—or even wanted—it to happen, but I needed her.
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Home is a small town in the middle of England where she currently juggles being a full-time writer with being a mother/referee to two little people. In her spare time (and when she’s not camped out in front of the laptop) you’ll most likely find L A immersed in a book, escaping the chaos that is life.