To Nathan Hunt, honesty is anything but the best policy. Telling the truth has earned him nothing but heartache and pain, so lying about who he is and what he wants seems to be the only path to job security and friends. Hell, it even brings him a hollow kind of happiness.<br><br>Except that's not much of a life for anyone. Desperate to cure his self-made misery, Nathan agrees to go along with a con that will score enough cash for Nathan to start over. There's just one problem: lying is getting harder by the day. And a con who can't lie, is a con who gets caught.<br><br>Nathan's attempts to distract himself from his moral quandary lead him to a mysterious, intoxicating man named Fury, a mixed martial arts fighter who knows a thing or two about lies and pasts better left dead and buried. Together, they undertake a journey that proves honesty is more dangerous and more difficult than either of them could have imagined. And as they combat addiction, thugs, guns, and inner demons, Nathan and Fury can only hope that their battle to be together is worth the bitter fight.

Fight

“Never been a club boy either,” Fury continued.


Nathan winced. “You heard that part too?”


Emotions that Nathan couldn’t both name and keep his sanity tried to rip him in two. Nathan wondered if it would always be like this with Fury, unhinged and unpredictable, with Nathan’s masks strung out to dry on a line. “I’ve not done any of that since you,” Nathan said around what sounded suspiciously like a gasp. He gripped the counter’s edge, waiting for Fury’s hand to disappear, to fall away from Nathan in disgust. It didn’t. It crept down and under Nathan’s hemline instead, the warm, wide palm resting on Nathan’s bare skin, and Nathan’s knees nearly gave out.


“No anybody,” Nathan admitted, struggling to find air or thought or any path that involved living long enough to experience whatever came next with Fury.


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