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DESCRIPTION:
HOW FAR CAN ONE LITTLE LIE GO?
Book Two in the MY BEST FRIEND'S BROTHER Series ( YA Contemporary Romance / Romantic Comedy )
- CONTENT WARNING Recommended for ages 16+ due to bawdy humor, non-graphic sexual content and some strong language. -
Meeting Luke was the best thing to ever happen to Adonia Morrison. Just one look at him makes her knees wobble--he's sexy, smart, funny, literally every girl's dream! And her father's nightmare.
As senior year draws to a close and everyone prepares for a change of scenery, Lilly Jacobson's boyfriend, Gino Barone, backs out of moving to Hawaii with her. Distraught, Lilly tells a "little white lie" to make him reconsider.
Or maybe it's not so little.
Luke and Adonia's chaperoned trip to the Alps offers at least some distraction from Lilly's plight. And, for a while, all goes well ... until Adonia discovers the frequent texts Luke receives but never mentions. Adonia can't help but feel her average self may be in for some serious competition.
Upon their return home to Alaska, Adonia's shocked to learn that Lilly's not-so-little white lie has snowballed into a fictional reality. Caught in the middle, Adonia must choose between her best friend and her best friend's brother. And, sadly, Lilly's lie is bound to not only wreck her own love life, but to drag Adonia's down with her.
Can Luke's secret really be that bad? Who thought a new hottie would cause such chaos? How far can one little lie go? And will anyone's relationship survive this arctic blast?
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EXCERPT:
Mom sat in the kitchen with a coffee and pastry, planning a museum exhibit. “Hi, sweetheart,” she said, adjusting her glasses, not looking up. “How was school?”
“Good,” I said, pouring myself some orange juice.
“Wonderful! I mailed out the deposit for college, and made you an appointment with a gynecologist.” She looked up and saw my glare.
“You did what?” I spat.
“Well, you’re eighteen and moving out soon; I figured you’d want to get on birth control. The doctor’s also doing an ultrasound to make sure everything’s okay, with the cramps you’ve been having and such. I told him you’d rather do that than get blood tests, since you’re scared of needles.”
From the topic I could tell Dad wasn’t home. “Blood tests for what?” I demanded.
“To make sure you’re not pregnant,” she said bluntly.
“Mom,” I growled. “I’m not pregnant. They’re menstrual cramps.” I never admitted Luke and I even did stuff—she was assuming a bit much!
She sipped her coffee and glanced at me. “It doesn’t hurt to double check!”
I rolled my eyes. To think a few months ago I actually missed this woman as she wandered the desert with the Aborigines.
My hands rested on my hips. “Can we please cancel it?”
She waved a hand at me. “No time, Adonia, the appointment’s been made. And I don’t think you need a baby ruining college for you, so getting on the pill is a good idea.” She looked at me. “How’s Luke?”
I sat in the seat beside her. “He wants me to meet his dad.”
Her eyes widened. “That sounds big!”
“Yeah, that’s kind of a weird thing for a guy to do,” I said. “What do you think it means?”
She looked thoughtful for a moment. “It can mean a lot of things. Maybe his father requires to meet you, with the two of you moving out ... or ... well, you know.”
My face hit my hands. “Mom, we haven’t done that,” I lied, red as a lobster. “And now I’m even more nervous.” With the way I was feeling, I knew I’d end up thinking with my mouth sooner or later—with his dad there!
She tapped my hand. “It’s okay, sweetheart, I doubt his dad will care. About that.”
Clearly I need to work on my lying skills.
On television guys get pats on the back, and congratulated for scoring. I hoped that wouldn’t happen with me right there. Realistically, though, Luke would probably just get a weird look, and his dad would say,
“You can’t get better than this Amish girl?”
Yes, I do feel that plain.