Truth or Dare (Liar Liar #2)
by l. a. cotton
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What a great ending to this two part series. I was totally immersed in this one. I needed to know more about Evan because I wasn’t so sure about him going in and you get his POV in this one. I really started to like him more, and slowly but surely I ended up loving him. At times Becca drove me nuts, I was like alright already get over it and move on girly!!! But alls good, she was perfect with Evan.
Things I loved so much about this, its a swoony read, Evan’s little brother is way too cute and a perfect addition to the story, and it was so so easy to get lost in. I love L.A. Cotton’s books they just seem to get better and better as she writes and releases! I feel like she knows how to twist a story and hold your attention, but in the day of old kind of way, like back when NA books were just getting popular and we couldn’t get enough of them. Her books are like that, I want to stay inside them and have them never end!
Fans of NA you’ll for sure love this series and you wont regret it.
Book #1: Liar Liar
Book #2: Truth or Dare
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.
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