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

“No,” Hellabeth said, her predator’s gaze cold and calculating. “Not ever.”


Hellabeth handed Nathan the paper towel, and she sniffed. “Though he did give me the name. Couldn’t say Elizabeth. He said Ellabeth.” She shrugged. “It stuck.”


Hellabeth grinned. “Fuckin’ frat boy. You’re cute. I get it.” She suddenly leaned closer and pressed the length of her body against Nathan’s. The hilts of not one but two weapons dug into Nathan. Hellabeth’s motion was entirely the opposite of seductive. In that moment, Nathan was a rat being wrapped and squeezed by a python.


“An’ you’re gonna treat him good, or you’ll get to fuck with me.”


Hellabeth startled, laughed, and slid away. “Yeah.” She tapped Nathan’s cheek. “Cute.”


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