PROMO & REVIEW~FORGIVING LIES By Molly McAdams
A matter of secrets...
Undercover cop Logan "Kash" Ryan can't afford a distraction like his new neighbor Rachel Masters, even if she's the most beautiful woman he's ever seen. To catch a serial killer, he needs to stay focused, yet all he can think about is the feisty, long-legged coed whose guarded nature intrigues him
A matter of lies...
Deceived and hurt before, Rachel would rather be a single, crazy cat lady than trust another guy, especially a gorgeous, tattooed bad boy with a Harley, like Kash. But when his liquid-steel eyes meet hers, it takes all of Rachel's will-power to stop herself from exploring his hot body with her own.
A matter of love...
As much as they try to keep it platonic, the friction between them sparks an irresistible heat that soon consumes them. Can Kash keep Rachel's heart and her life safe even as he risks his own? Will she be able to forgive his lies ... or will she run when she discovers the dangerous truth?
Molly McAdams is just great, not only is she a genuinely nice down to earth person is a fantastic author also. (I might be a litter bias since she is one of my absolute favourite authors)
Forgiving Lies defiantly lived up to my expectations it had it all the;
A beautiful heroine with issues
A Hot sexy tattooed hero with secret
A wonderful cast that will keep you on your toes
And a very well developed and taught out plot.
A lot of book has this very same formula but not all are written by Molly McAdams. She has a flare a real essence that just flows from her writing. I think she could write about can of beans or paint drying and I would still be captivated.
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Forgiving Lies is a book that is certainly done right the sexual chemistry, the love blossoming everything comes together perfectly creating those precious eye popping moments that just steals your breath with anticipation or a face splitting smile.
What I liked the most is the action and suspense mixed in it added another dimension to the story giving it more bite and substance.
I loved most of the characters Mason is absolutely dreamy a funny lovable teddy-bear. Kash and Rachel wove their way into my heart with real attitude and affections.
I think they are perfect. They both has an attitude going one neither willing to take each others crap. They both give as good as they get.
"If you honestly think what I've said means you look bad, then that's your own problem you'll have to deal with. And as long as you're giving some attitude, be prepared to get some in return."~Kash
The attraction is clear for all to see between these two despite their chemistry, they both insisted on strictly friendship for very good reason but when love is true and both parties are drawn to each other its only a matter of time before matters of the heart take over.
"I needed her to stay away from me, but damn if I wasn't grinning like an idiot knowing that Rachel was falling for me just as hard as I was falling for her."
Kash bestows Rachel with a very fitting nickname which I love love love, I'm a little sick of the princess, kitten, angel......Sour Patch suits her personality perfectly
"Good to know your favorite things about me, Sour Patch. And if you're wondering....everything about you is my favorite."
They go through a lot together even as just friends he is their for her no matter what he protects he to the best of his ability and he loves her fiercely and she cannot see anything or anyone but Kash she has finally found her once in a lifetime love.
"I let my guard slip and somewhere along the way I'd let Kash in. It terrified and thrilled me, but I couldn't keep pretending any more. I couldn't act like my world didn't practically revolved around him."~Rach
Another good read from Ms McAdams the book does end with a mighty cliffhanger that will have you screaming Noooooooooooooooo. I cannot wait for Deceiving Lies I know it's going to be one hell of a journey
I Love Molly I Love this book
4 Stars
*SPOILER ALERT*
*Don’t read this if you haven’t finished Forgiving Lies yet*
“YOU GOOD?” I asked Mason as we headed back toward the elevators.
He shrugged and punched at the buttons on the wall. “There’s only so much you can do to
get them to go in a different direction. He wanted to follow his brother.”
The call from last night ended up being a drive-by involving a newer gang that we’d come
across recently, and one of the two victims had been L’il Tay, a thirteen-year-old Mason had been
trying to get off the streets over the last few months. And though Mason was acting like this was
just another case, I knew this was harder for him than the rest.
Knowing there was nothing I could say, I clapped his shoulder and let him be alone with
his thoughts. Grabbing my phone, I smiled when I was finally able to open Rachel’s text from
last night.
Sour Patch: Just so you know … cleaning up from a whipped cream war without you isn’t nearly
as fun. See you when you get home. Love you.
We just finished up, be home soon babe. Love you too.
The doors to the elevator opened and we stepped in. As they were closing, someone started
yelling my name from down the hall, and Mason caught the door just in time.
“Ryan! Gates!” Sergeant Ramirez ran toward us, and as soon as he was in the elevator
started pounding on the CLOSE DOORS button.
I suppressed a groan. All I wanted to do was get home to Rachel and Trip. “We already have three units at the scene, and I’ll be following you there.”
Ramirez was a K-9 unit, why were they wanting his dog, Crush, there … and what scene?
“Wha—”
“I know you’re anxious to get there, but you know we’re doing everything we can for
this.” The elevator was already moving, but Ramirez kept stabbing at the ground level button.
“How are you holding up? You look really calm, are you in shock? Maybe you should let Gates
drive.”
That seemed to snap Mason out of his thoughts. His hand jerked away from his mouth and
his eyes widened. “Why would I need to drive?”
“And why would I be in shock?” My heart started racing as Ramirez started hitting the
OPEN DOORS button.
Ramirez shot us a strained, sympathetic look before ushering us out to the underground
parking lot. “You weren’t informed?”
“Of what?” I was supposed to be the one in shock. So it had something to do with me.
Everyone close to me starting flipping through my mind until a sinking feeling hit my chest and
stomach. Oh God … Rachel. “What happened?”
“I’m sorry, I thought someone already told you, you were supposed to be informed
already,” he mumbled to himself as he kept walking toward the lot. “Look, I’m sorry I’m the one
that has to tell you this.” He stopped walking abruptly and turned to look at me. His expression
was one I had seen so many times, and had even had to use myself. It felt like time slowed as I
waited for him to tell me one of fifty scenarios that were speeding through my mind. “A call came in to dispatch about an hour ago. It was your fiancée, Ryan. The only thing that came from
her end of the call was her saying her name, someone had broken in—”
I didn’t wait to hear the rest, I took off running for my truck and had just gotten to the
driver’s door when Mason slammed me into the side and ripped the keys from my hand. After
barking at me to get in the passenger seat, he fired up the engine and peeled out of the lot.
“This isn’t happening. This isn’t happening, Mase, tell me this isn’t fucking happening!”
“Kash—”
“Damn it!” I roared and punched at the dashboard. “I don’t even know if she’s okay,
Mason! What was Ramirez saying, did he say if she’s okay? Is she—oh God. Rach, baby, please
be alive,” I whispered and slumped into my seat, raking my hands over my face.
I heard Mason on the phone calling into dispatch and asking questions about what
happened, but I couldn’t focus on his exact words or the muffled response coming from the
dispatcher. I just kept praying over and over again that she was okay. I could deal with our place
being broken into. I could replace all that. But I couldn’t replace Rachel.
Mason nudged my arm and I snapped my head to the left to look at him. “Sorry, you
weren’t responding. They don’t know if she’s alive, but there’s no blood. So just focus on that,
Kash.”
“W-what? No … what do you mean?”
He took a deep breath and gripped the steering wheel. “From what units at the scene—uh,
your place—are saying, whoever broke in … they uh, they took Rachel.” Mason was saying something else, but I couldn’t hear anything past the blood rushing
through my ears. When we got to the house, the front door was hanging like it had been kicked
in, but the rest of the front looked completely normal. Save for the dozens of officers and
detectives that were walking in and out of it. Remembering the faux-wall in the closet, I prayed
like hell that Rachel was using it and took off for the large closet in the bathroom.
When I flipped on the light in the closet, dread filled me when I saw the drag marks on the
carpet. I called one of the officers that had been taking pictures of the bedroom to get a few
pictures of the carpet before I walked in, and all hope left me when all I found behind that wall
was our puppy. I grabbed him and pulled him into my chest as I fell back against the wall, and
the tears that had been threatening, started spilling over.
“Kash, you need to see this,” Mason said softly from the doorway to the closet. I looked
over at him, rolled to my knees and stood. “Give me Trip. Go into the bedroom and look at the
wall. We’ll find her, okay? I swear to you we’ll find her.”
I handed him the golden retriever and rushed into the bedroom that looked like a hurricane
had hit it. My eyes widened when they finally landed on the wall opposite our bed. A roar filled
the room, and before I could realize it came from me, two officers were holding me back and
trying to get me to sit down on the bed.
On the wall in red spray paint were the words DID YOU THINK WE WOULD FORGET?
Underneath was a symbol. One both Mason and I’d had tattooed on our left forearms during our
last undercover narcotics assignment with Juarez’s gang.
“How?” Mason was asking a detective that was in the room with us. And that was a damn
good question. Juarez had put a hit on Mase and me before we could take down his gang, but it had died when the guys hired were thrown in prison for another murder. And I knew for a fact
Juarez and his boys were all in prison. “Recruiting people from the inside who got out? Or just
using people he trusts? Set up questioning with each of them separately.”
I looked up when Detective Byson’s cell rang. His mouth snapped shut from answering
Mason and he answered the call. “Byson.” His eyes shot over to me and a grim look crossed his
face as he listened. “Mmhm … Yeah. Set up something with Juarez and his attorney
immediately. I’m on my way.” He turned to face me and slid his phone back in the holder on his
belt. “Rachel is alive.”
“Thank God,” I breathed and tried to stand, but the officers were still holding me there.
“A call was placed about fifteen minutes ago, demanding that every charge against Juarez’s
gang be dropped. Before the dispatcher could ask anything, the caller said they would call back
in two days and expected progress on the charges being dropped, and would continue to call
every two days until every member of the gang was released. If there isn’t progress, there will be
consequences, and if they aren’t released within the month … she dies.”
“Kash, Kash, Kash calm down. Come on, man. Calm down. I know.”
Mason gripped my shoulders and I tried to focus on him. The other two officers were now
struggling to keep me down as I thrashed against them. Where I was going to go when I got
away from them, I didn’t know, I just needed to go. They had my girl. I needed to find out who
they were, and I needed to get her back.
“I know this is hard. But we’ll find her. I swear.” Mason looked just as panicked as I felt,
and it was then I noticed the wetness in his eyes he was trying to keep back. When I finally stopped struggling, the officers let me go at Mason’s request, but he kept
me seated on the bed. “I need to get her back, Mason. I have to.”
“We will.”
“I’ll do anything.”
A determined look settled over his face and he whispered low enough that only I could
hear him. “Anything to bring the fuckers down, right?”
I slammed my fist against his and swore, “Always.”
**
I WALKED INTO Mason’s apartment that evening with a bag slung over one shoulder, and
Trip in my arms. Our bedroom was still being considered a crime scene, and I was asked to stay
out of it for the night as they processed more and continued to take fingerprints. Not that I
thought I would be able to stay there even after they were done anyway, without Rachel … I
didn’t know how I would handle being there.
After dropping the bag in the room I’d occupied for years when Mason and I’d shared an
apartment, I fell heavily onto the bed and kept Trip secured tightly to my chest as I stared at
nothing.
A fear unlike anything I’d ever known had coursed through my body the moment I’d
realized Rachel was at a murderer’s home last fall, and that I’d let her walk away with him.
When the call between us had been dropped after I’d heard her scream, I hadn’t even let myself
believe I wouldn’t find her and bring her back alive. But the fear I’d experienced that early morning could never be compared to the fear that
had been crippling me all day. At least when she was with Blake, I’d had an underlying
knowledge of what Blake was capable of. Now, though, I didn’t know who had her, what they
were doing to her, and what they could do. I just knew what they’d threatened to do.
For close to ten hours, a handful of detectives had questioned every member of Juarez’s
gang, the two men hired to kill Mason and me last year, and family members as well. No one
was talking, and the only living extended family of Juarez and his boys that we could track down
had either turned their backs on the members of the gang, or were afraid of them. I hadn’t been
allowed in any of the interviews since I was too close to the case—again—so I’d spent hours
seeing if anyone on the street had heard anything, and looking for Rachel’s cell phone which
we’d later found ten miles away from the house in a trash can at a gas station. A gas station
whose indoor and outdoor cameras just happened to be down.
There’d been nothing to go off from the anonymous call placed regarding their demands
and threats for Rachel’s safety, and although they said they’d call back every two days, I’d hoped
like hell they would’ve called back again. But there was nothing. We had leads that weren’t
talking, and didn’t have a reason to talk, and nothing else.
And my girl was gone.
Pain seared my chest and I prayed to God that He would keep her safe. He could do
whatever He wanted with me … as long as she came back alive.
There was a shuffling near the other side of the room, and I looked over to see Mason
standing in the doorway. “How are you holding up?”
I sucked hard on my lip ring when my chin started shaking, and looked back to the wall.
How the hell does he think I’m holding up? Rachel’s gone and probably being tortured, and I
can’t do anything!
“We’ll find her, Kash.”
Unable to speak yet without breaking down, I nodded my head hard, once. We have to find
her, and we have to do it tomorrow. I didn’t care if they’d given her a month to live or not. They
also said there would be consequences if there wasn’t progress in two days, and I wasn’t willing
to let her find out what those consequences were. Seeing how the possibility of giving the takers
what they wanted was slim, finding her was the only other option.
“I love her too, I’ll do anything to get her back.”
“Do you mean that?” I choked out when he turned to leave.
He turned back and gave me an odd look. “Of course I do.”
“They aren’t going to release Juarez.”
“I know,” he said on a sigh.
“Chief told me tonight before I left that I was off this case.”
“Know that too. What are you getting at, Kash?”
I swallowed past the tightness in my throat and shook my head quickly. “We had to do a
lot of things in the years that we were in undercover narcotics that I wish I could erase from my memory. But you and I agreed before we ever started, we would do anything to take the fuckers
down.”
“Kash…”
“And I’ll do anything—anything, Mase—to bring these fuckers down too.”
He stared at me for a few tense moments before responding, “I know what we agreed on,
and we’ll do what we always do. But don’t do something stupid. There are a lot of people
looking for her. We’ll find her.”
Fear was quickly turning to rage and determination. “Yeah, we will.”
About Molly McAdams:
Molly McAdams grew up in California but now lives in the oh-so-amazing state of Texas with her husband and furry daughter. Her hobbies include hiking, snowboarding, traveling and long walks on the beach, which roughly translates to being a homebody with her hubby and dishing out movie quotes. When she's not at work, she can be found hiding out in her bedroom surrounded by her laptop, cell, Kindle and fighting over the TV remote. She has a weakness for crude-humored movies, fried pickles and loves curling up in a fluffy comforter during a thunderstorm...or under one in a bathtub if there are tornados. That way she can pretend they aren't really happening.
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The irresistible, blazing-hot sequel to New York Times bestselling author Molly McAdams's Forgiving Lies.
Rachel is supposed to be planning her wedding to Kash, the love of her life. After the crazy year they've had, she's ready to settle down and live a completely normal life. Well, as normal as it can be. But there's something else waiting—something threatening to tear them apart.
Kash is ready for it all with Rach. Especially if all includes having a football team of babies with his future wife. With his line of work, he knows how short life can be, and doesn't want to waste another minute of theirs. But now his past as an undercover narcotics agent has come back to haunt him ... and it's the girl he loves who's caught in the middle.
Trent Cruz's orders are clear: take the girl. But there's something about this girl that has him changing the rules and playing a dangerous game to keep her safe. When his time as Rachel's protector runs out, he will turn his back on the only life he's known, and risk everything, if it means getting her out alive.
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