“I devoured
every delicious word. Absolutely unforgettable.”
—Ava Harrison, USA Today bestselling author
Devious Lies, an all-new intense,
slow-burn romance from USA Today
bestselling author Parker S. Huntington, is available now!
“She could enjoy her pretty, perfect world a little
longer. Soon enough, everything she owned would be mine.”
I had a plan to escape the friend
zone.
Step one: sneak into Reed’s room.
Step two: sleep with him.
But when the lights turned on, it
wasn’t familiar blue eyes I saw.
These were dark, angry, and full of
demons.
And they belonged to Reed’s much
older brother.
Four years later, Nash Prescott is no
longer the help’s angry son.
I’m no longer the town’s prized
princess.
At twenty-two, I’m broke, in need of
a job.
At thirty-two, he’s a billionaire, in
need of revenge.
Who cares if my family ruined his?
Who cares if he looks at me with pure
loathing?
Who cares if every task he assigns me
is designed to torture?
I need the money.
Simple as that.
I’ll suffer his cruelty in silence,
knowing there’s one thing he wants more than revenge…
Me
.
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Excerpt
I blinked away the post-orgasm haze
as the light flickered on. When my sight cleared and I finally got a look at
him, I froze. Shock bulldozed into my body, nearly pushing me back had I not
been gripping his flesh.
Black spots scattered across my
vision, and for a second, I thought I’d faint—and it would still be less
mortifying than this.
Anything would be less mortifying
than this.
It was almost too much to process.
To make it worse, he was still inside
me.
This wasn’t Reed Prescott.
This was a six-foot-two, hazel-eyed
Adonis with short black hair and bedroom eyes that made you picture him naked
if you looked long enough. Only he was actually naked and, I repeat, still.
Inside. Me.
Nash Prescott.
Reed’s older brother.
His nearly thirty-year-old brother.
“You’re soaking my brother’s bed,”
Nash remarked as he leaned back against his pillow and took in the sight of me.
He looked annoyed, liked I was a pest who had royally fucked up his weekend
plans.
“You—I—What—” I floundered, my mouth
opening and closing like a fish.
You slept with Nash Prescott.
Nash Fucking Prescott.
And it felt amazing.
Don’t freak out.
Don’t freak out.
Don’t freak out.
I was totally freaking out.
Nash raked his fingers through his
hair, leaned over to snatch my robe, and tossed it to me. “Just fucking relax,
would you? You’d think the goddamn orgasm would loosen you up.”
For a split second, all I could think
was, you weren’t always like this.
Perhaps to other girls, but never to
me.
Nash was a fierce protector, the guy
who would stop by my table with his brown paper lunch bag when my mom ‘forgot’
to give me lunch money. And while we’d rarely talked, even when he would share
his lunch, I always took comfort in knowing I had two protectors—Reed and Nash.
I don’t recognize you anymore.
The words sat at the tip of my
tongue. I would never release them. That was Reed’s hill to die on.
I cared because I hated the way Nash
stared at me sometimes, accusations stabbing me from his eyes. Snide comments I
would never ask him about because I was loyal to Reed, and even talking to Nash
felt like picking the wrong side.
I wanted to take a few seconds to
study Nash, to process my mortification, to enjoy the aftershocks of my first
orgasm, yet all I could feel was Nash’s overwhelming gravitational pull, one
more dangerous than that of any other boy I’d ever met.
But Nash Prescott wasn’t a boy.
He was a man.
One who made me feel like the little
girl I’d convinced myself I wasn’t.
My arms slipped through the robe. The
second the tie wrapped around my waist, my body solidified. My underwear
remained lost somewhere, but at least I was covered.
I ignored the sting of his derision,
shook my head, and pushed aside the embarrassment. “Did you know?”
The sharp accusation unfazed him. He
stretched his arms, drawing my attention to the deep V of his body. I clenched
around him. A reflex. My mortified eyes flicked up in time to catch his cocked
brow.
“I figured it out when you moaned my
brother’s name while coming around my cock.”
About Parker S. Huntington
Parker S. Huntington
is a USA Today, Amazon Top 15, KDP All-Star, and KDP All-Star UK bestselling
author from Orange County, California. She has a B.A. in Creative Writing from
the University of California, Riverside and is currently pursuing a Master's in
Liberal Arts in Literature and Creative Writing from Harvard University.
She was the proud
mom of Chloe, the sweetest princess to have ever lived; has two puppies, Bauer
and Rose; and lives with her boyfriend of five (almost six!) years--a real life
alpha male, book-boyfriend-worthy hunk of a man.
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