We are thrilled to welcome TA Moore to Sinfully today as she celebrates the release of her new book Liar, Liar. Go check out the excerpt and don’t forget to enter the giveaway!
Publisher ~ Dreamspinner Press
Published ~ 12th May 2017
Genre ~ Contemporary Gay Romantic Thriller
Just another day at the office.
For some people that means spreadsheets, and for others it’s stitching endless hems. For Jacob Archer a day at the office is stealing proprietary information from a bioengineering firm for a paranoid software billionaire. He’s a liar and a thief, parlaying a glib tongue and a facile conscience into a lucrative career. He just has one rule—never get involved with a mark.
Well, had one rule. To be fair, though, Simon Ramsey is dark, dangerous, and has shoulders like a Greek statue. Besides, it’s not as though Jacob’s even really stealing from Simon… just his boss and his brother-in-law. Simon didn’t buy that excuse either after he caught Jacob breaking into the company’s computer network.
That would have been that—one messy breakup, one ticket to Bali booked—but it turns out that the stolen information is worth more than Jacob thought. With his life—and his ribs—threatened, Jacob needs Simon to help him out. Or maybe he just needs Simon.
The impact with the mat knocked the breath out of Simon, and the familiar throb of old pain in. He lay on his back for a second and waited for his lungs to start working again. The ceiling was pretty dull from down here.
“I’m not sure it’s that reassuring that I can knock my head of security on his ass.” Dev said. He leaned over Simon and smirked. “Good for my ego, but not reassuring.”
He offered a hand. Simon grabbed it and got hauled to his feet. He rolled his head from one side to the other to stretch the muscles out.
“You sucker punched me,” he said.
Dev grinned and wiped a hand over his face. “After all these years, you should be expecting that.”
That was a fair point. Simon walked over to the edge of the ring and bent over to grab his bottle of his water. He twisted the top off and took a gulp of lukewarm water. “I’m off my game.”
Dev laughed and stretched, with a wince for the ache in his ribs. He’d got one good shot in, Simon had got a fair few. If they were going on points, he was winning.
“That’s not like you,” he said. “Of course, you’ve been in a weird mood all week.”
“Yeah, a good one,” Dev said. “Ever since I dragged you out for the night. So what happened, you go back in after I left and pick someone up?
Dev paused in the middle of unwrapping his hands and squinted at Simon suspiciously. “So something did happen? Spill.”
“It’s none of your business.”
“Who else are you going to tell?”
“I met a guy,” Simon said. He grunted and scrubbed a hand through his hair, it was sweaty under his fingers. That wasn’t exactly right. “I picked up a guy.”
Dev scratched at an old scar in his eyebrow and frowned. “I’m not sure if I should high five you or lecture you on safe sex. Being a Dad does weird things to your brain.”
“How about we skip both,” Simon said. “I don’t want to talk about my sex life with you.”
“If that was true, you wouldn’t have brought it up.” Dev ducked through the ropes and hopped off the ring. He grabbed a towel from the rack and rubbed it over his short cropped hair. “What’s he like?”
Simon leaned on the ropes. He snorted. “It was a one-night stand, Dev. We fucked, we didn’t talk about our hobbies.”
That was true. Although he could have also said that Jacob was funny, smart, resilient, and hot. That would have been true too.
Dev shrugged. He probably didn’t remember what one-night stands were like. It was possible that he’d never had a one night stand, since him and Becca had been together since they were teenagers.
“You like him?”
“We had sex.”
“You going to see him again?”
“One night stand,” Simon repeated. He ducked under the ropes and jumped down. Dev chucked a towel in his direction and he grabbed it out of the air. The cotton was soft against his fingers. “I didn’t even get his name.”
Sometimes Simon forgot that Dev was a lot smarter than he looked, smarter than anyone they’d grown up with had given him credit for except for Becca. His brother-in-law twisted the towel into a rope and slung it around his neck.
“So you’d like to see him again.”
“He was pretty clear on it being a one off thing.”
“So you’d like to see him again.”
Simon gave Dev an irritated look. “Don’t be a dick.”
“I’m not.” Dev paused, and then let the smirk escape again. “Or only a little. It’s just...you seem to like this guy. He makes you smile.”
They started towards the changing rooms. Their feet scuffed over the worn lino with every step.
“I don’t know,” Simon said. The weight of the last few years of screw ups and screwed up relationships hung on his voice. “Maybe it’s better to just leave it as one good night, you know? Not try to make it something more than it is.”
At this hour the changing rooms were empty and the floors had been bleached recently enough it stung Simon’s eyes. The whole gym would have been empty except Dev paid for the owner to crack the doors for him. He could have had a private gym at work, or the house, but that sort of thing always made him uncomfortable. Like he still heard the good people of Jasper sniffing that he was ‘getting above himself’ when he used his money for anything flash.
“Maybe,” Dev said as he rattled his locker open. “Me and Becca always said that about going back to Charleston, doing the whole second honeymoon thing. Maybe the restaurant we loved had closed, or the hotel had gotten shabby. Like it would overwrite the good time we had originally. Except now I wish we’d gone, and we never will. Life’s short, Simon, so get the most out of it.”
Piece said, Dev stripped off quickly, shoved his sweaty clothes into a sports bag, and headed for the showers. Simon let him go, slowly unlocking his own locker to get his gear out.
He wanted to be angry at Dev for invoking Simon’s dead sister, his twin, in the cause of hooking up with some stranger. Except Becca would probably have approved.
Simon absently rubbed his shoulder. It didn’t help. It never did. He might not know Jacob’s surname, but he did know where Jacob lived.
The idea hung there for a second, until Simon huffed out an irritated sigh and shoved it aside. He’d look like a stalker, like a desperate stalker. If someone did that to Simon, he’d be more likely to call the cops to move them on than agree to go out on a date with them.
Still, the notion hung out in the back of his head as he showered and got dressed and went about his day, he could do it. If he wanted to.
Meet TA Moore
TA Moore genuinely believed that she was a Cabbage Patch Kid when she was a small child. This was the start of a lifelong attachment to the weird and fantastic. These days she lives in a market town on the Northern Irish coast and her friends have a rule that she can only send them three weird and disturbing links a month (although she still holds that a DIY penis bifurcation guide is interesting, not disturbing). She believes that adding ‘in space!’ to anything makes it at least 40% cooler, will try to pet pretty much any animal she meets (this includes snakes, excludes bugs), and once lied to her friend that she had climbed all the way up to Tintagel Castle in Cornwall, when actually she’d only gotten to the beach, realized it was really high, and chickened out.
She aspires to being a cynical misanthrope, but is unfortunately held back by a sunny disposition and an inability to be mean to strangers. If TA Moore is mean to you, that means you’re friends now.