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Fakers by Lucy Lennox & May Archer

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A Licking Thicket Novel, Book 2

Parrish Partridge’s True Facts:

There’s nothing hotter than a tall, gruff, bewildered, tattooed mountain of a man cuddling a sweet, orphaned baby, so you can tell yourself that you’ll resist him…

But that’s a lie.

And when that man asks you to do him a favor and pretend to be his very temporary, very fake fiance to help him get custody of that adorable baby, you can pretend you know better than to say yes…

But that’s a lie, too.

And when you actually get to know your kind, strong, pullet-loving prince of a fiance, and all his crazy, lovable, meddling neighbors, you can tell yourself you’re not really falling for Diesel Church and the town of Licking Thicket…

But that might be the biggest lie of all.

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Excerpt :

A bloodcurdling wail echoed through
the little stairwell, and I froze for a second, then rushed headlong down the
steps two at a time, skidding to a halt halfway down the staircase when I found the source of the sound—a wriggling baby in a fuzzy pink sweater who was literally crying herself purple, possibly because the giant, tattooed mountain of a man holding her was growling down at her with a ferocious scowl on his
face.

I gripped my folder tightly and opened
my mouth to protest even though the guy was twice my size, when the baby’s cries quieted for half a second and I caught that the man wasn’t growling. He was… singing?

“Something… sunshine. Only sunshine.
You make me happy. Something gray? Christ.” He heaved a frustrated sigh.
“Marigold, you’ve got to stop now. You’ve made your point. Be reasonable, baby girl.”

Oh. Oh, good gravy. That changed everything.

I caught my breath and stared. The man looked like he’d been torn off the stage at a rock concert, transported to Nowhere, Tennessee, and stuffed into the outfit I once wore to a middle school dance. There was no other explanation for a guy with overlong brown-blond hair, graceful black inked scrolls emerging from the collar of his wrinkled, blue button-down shirt, shiny Dockers that clung to his tree-trunk thighs, and black steel-toed boots to have appeared in this stairwell. I sure as heck hadn’t seen
any other guys in this neck of the woods who were so unapologetically
themselves.

And if that weren’t enough to pierce my heart, the kidlet in his arms was gorgeous, despite her tears and wiggling. She had a head full of dark curls, way more than should have been possible for a baby her age, which I’d peg at somewhere around nine months—somewhere past the shriveled-potato stage of early infancy but not nearly at the terrifying walking age.

The baby wailed again, and the giant
looked genuinely panicked. He held her flat across his outstretched forearms,
like he was carrying a box of pizza or helping her learn the backstroke, and he bent his knees in a kind of next-level Oompa Loompa jig in time to his
stammered singing. A pink-and-white striped tote bag sat on the floor next to
the wall.

“Work with me, Marigold, okay? You’re
not hungry, ’cause you just drank ten gallons of formula. You’re not stinky…” He lifted the kid gingerly. “Not stinky,” he confirmed in a deep, raspy voice that did things to me. “Are you having an existential crisis? Is that a thing kids do? Do you need alone time? Are your lips chapped? Do you hate my cologne?”

The baby fussed harder, flailing her
tiny feet. The man groaned, and I belatedly noticed one of those pacifier
stuffed animal things lying on the floor by the giant’s boot.

I scurried down the stairs and picked
it up. “I think she might be looking for this,” I said, holding it aloft. It
was a gray-and-white polka-dotted chicken with a green sucker on the end.

The guy shut his eyes and shook his
head. “Ah, shit.”

His eyes popped open in shock as he realized what he’d said, and he looked from me to the kid guiltily. “Fuck, forget I said that,” he muttered.

His eyes widened further. “Goddamn it
all.” I snickered. “Maybe quit while you’re ahead?”

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About the Authors

About Lucy:

After enjoying creative writing as a child, Lucy didn’t write her first novel until she was over 40 years old. Her debut novel, Borrowing Blue, was published in the autumn of 2016. Lucy has an English Literature degree from Vanderbilt University, but that doesn’t hold a candle to the years and years of staying up all night reading tantalizing novels on her own. She has three children, plays tennis, and hates folding laundry. While her husband is no shmoopy romance hero, he is very good at math, cooks a mean lasagne, has gorgeous eyes, looks hot in his business clothes, and makes her laugh every single day.

Lucy hopes you enjoy sexy heroes as much as she does. Happy reading!

About May:

May is an M/M author who lives in Boston. She spends her days raising three incredibly sarcastic children, finding inventive ways to drive her husband crazy, planning beach vacations, avoiding the gym, reading M/M romance, and occasionally writing it. She also writes MF romance as Maisy Archer.

[I received a digital arc for an honest review]

Liars is a new stand alone in the Licking Thicker series by Lucy Lennox and May Archer. I loved this book so much with its fake relationship trope, opposites attract romance.

Diesel Church is battling for custody of his 9-month-old niece. He’s a gruff, tattooed savage dealer and odds are looking in his favor. When he crosses paths with Parrish Partridge and sees how well he is with Marigold and how together he is, he comes up with a solution to his problem. Parrish see how much Diesel truly cares for his niece and can’t help but agree to the crazy “fake engagement” plan. But as they spend more time together to make the lie seem real the lines start blurring and Parrish questions if he can really keep his heart safe from Diesel or is he just lying to himself.

“Sorry about all this. “
“The sudden marriage proposal or the dirty diaper on the floor.”

Parrish Partridge is the definition of a sweetheart. He knows that helping Diesel may end with his heartbroken, but he jumps in with both feet first anyways. His awkwardness and politeness create the most adorable combination that you can’t help but fall in love with. But when it comes to defending Diesel and Marigold the shyness disappears, and he voices his opinion loud and proud.

“He was adorably flustered, and I wanted to kiss his fool face off right there in the middle of my kitchen.”

Diesel Church is rough looking on the outside with a heart of gold in the inside. His struggles with being worthy of being Marigolds parents and of being worthy of someone like Parrish broke my heart. He had trust had the worst luck when it came to loosing those he loved that you couldn’t help but hope the best for him.

“My feelings for him were so sudden and so strong, it damn near terrified me.”

They both struggled with insecurities and letting down their walls but once they did thier already working partnership blossomed. Their chemistry was off the charts in the bedroom but to me that was just a bonus to the easy flow of their daily dynamic with each other and with Marigold. There were sweet terms of endearment, constant words of encouragement and actions done out of love before the words were ever spoken.

“I wasn’t sure how it was possible to feel more myself with someone else than I ever could on my own, but here I was.”

While Liars can definitely be read as a standalone, this book made you fall in love with Licking Thicket even more than the first one which introduced you to the town. Everyone rallies around Diesel and seeing him so loved and supported warms your heart. Of course there is the typical small town shenanigans, apology casseroles, meddling friends, and serious discussions chickens that will have you chuckling. Plus the lead up to the next book has you eager to come back to the Thicket and see the foolishness that will be Dunn and Tucker.