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Title: The Truth About Lennon
Author: K.L. Grayson
Release Date: February 21st
Genre: Contemporary Romance
About The Truth About Lennon
Lennon Barrick-St. James is making headlines as New
York City's hottest new socialite. Only she isn't new at all. One
well-intentioned night gone wrong has landed the daughter of the vice
presidential candidate Christopher St. James on the front pages of every
newspaper and magazine in the country.
Forced by her father to stay out of the limelight,
Lennon flees to the quiet town of Haven, Texas, where she vows to lie low and
avoid men. Well, except for the sexy biker she just ran off the road--she
definitely won't be avoiding him.
Noah Cunningham
Already has a girl in his life, and he sure as hell
doesn't need another. Especially the beautiful and sinfully sweet angel that
just descended upon the quiet little town he calls home.
The only problem is that the more time he spends with
Lennon, the more he wants to be with her. And that's just not going to work for
Noah. He's already been burned once and he's not so sure he's ready to go down
that road again.
Noah has spent the last five years putting his life
back together after secrets and lies ripped it apart. So what will happen when
he learns the Truth about Lennon.
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Exclusive Excerpt
“Can I help you?”
“Yes, I’m looking for
Noah Cunningham. He was brought in by ambulance a little while ago.”
The woman looks me
over and she smiles, but it isn’t as friendly as it should be. “Are you
family?”
“Um…” I shake my head.
“No.” Her smile fades, and I quickly improvise because I know that look. If I’m
not family, she won’t let me back there to see him. “Not yet, at least,” I say,
mustering up as much conviction as I can. “I’m his fiancée.”
Oh shit. I can’t
believe I just said that.
Too late now.
That makes her frown.
“Noah doesn’t have a fiancée.”
“How do you know
Narrowing her eyes,
the woman stands behind her desk. “I grew up with Noah. Our brothers are
friends. I think I’d know if he was dating, let alone engaged,” she says—a bit
too defensively, if you ask me.
Does this woman have a
thing for Noah? A hint of jealousy sparks in my veins, surprising me
“I assure you he
does,” I say with just as much bite, because as it turns out, I have a thing
for him too.
The bitch crosses her
arms over her chest. “Where’s your ring?”
“I didn’t put it on
this morning. What are you, the engagement police?” Not the cleverest thing to
say, I know, but it’s the best I could come up with.
Lips pressed firmly
together, the woman glares. If looks could kill I’d be dead, buried, and
forgotten about. I glance at the woman’s name tag before meeting her death
stare head on.
“Now I get it,” I say,
snapping my fingers as though I should’ve recognized her sooner. “You’re
Penny.”
Penny’s scowl turns
into more of a frown.
“Noah told me all
about you.”
As expected, this
perks her up. “He did?” She quickly realizes her mistake. “I mean, of course he
did.”
“There you are,
Lennon!”
I turn to see Mikey,
the guy from the ambulance, walking toward us. If the look on his face is any
indication, he caught some—if not all—of my little white lie.
Leaning against the
desk, he smiles warmly at the woman. “How are ya, Penny?”
It’s amazing how her
demeanor changes in the presence of a man. “Hey, Mikey. I’m good. Just been
workin’ a lot, ya know?”
Mikey nods, and Penny
glances at me somewhat timidly. “This woman is trying to tell me she’s engaged
to Noah.”
“Wait…” Mikey waves a
finger between me and Penny. “You mean you didn’t know about Lennon? Brad
didn’t tell you?”
Penny shakes her head
and opens her mouth to respond, but Mikey cuts her off with a fake disappointed
sigh.
“I guess I’m not
really surprised,” he says. “He hasn’t been around much lately, what with his
new job and all. How’s that going for him, anyway?”
“Good,” she says,
looking back toward me, clearly wanting to redirect the conversation.
“Good.” Mikey nods.
“That’s good. Well,” he says, clapping a hand on the desk, “I’ll take Lennon
down to Noah’s room before I go, if it’s all right with you.”
Plopping down in her
seat, Penny huffs. “Fine.”
With a hand pressed to
my back, Mikey guides me down the hall.
“Thank you,” I whisper
when I’m certain we’re out of earshot.
“Are you kidding me?
Noah should be thanking you. He’s been turning down Penny since the third
grade, and now maybe she’ll get off of his back for good.”
“Well, then…” I puff
out my chest. “I’m glad I was able to help. But I’ll be honest; I thought for
sure I lied to the wrong person. I was really worried there for a second.”
“This is a small town,
Lennon. The kind where everybody knows everybody, everybody thinks they know
everything, and you can’t piss without it ending up in the paper or on
Facebook. It’ll do you good to remember that.”
“Does that mean—”
“Yup.” He nods before
I even finish. “Penny has probably already posted about it, tweeted it,
Snapchatted it, and found a way to put it up on Instagram.”
“Great.” I stare at
the hospital door. “Now Noah’s really going to hate me, and we don’t even know
each other.”
“Nah. Noah’s pretty
laid back.”
I look up at him,
cocking a brow.
“Okay, he’s uptight,
but he’ll see the humor in it,” he says, opening the door before quietly
adding, “I think.”
A man in a long, white
coat is standing in the room, waving his hands as he talks to Noah, who is
stretched out on the bed, his jeans and T-shirt now replaced by a green
hospital gown. Noah’s eyes widen when he notices me walking into the room
behind Mikey.
“What is she doing
here?” he says, cutting off the doctor.
“She’s your fiancée;
where else would she be?”
We all turn toward the
snide voice. Penny. Go figure, she must’ve followed us. She flits around the
room. Doing what? No clue. Probably just being nosy.
“Fiancée?” Noah looks
from Penny to Mikey and narrows his eyes when they land on me.
I’m going to go straight to hell.
“It’s okay,” I soothe,
sitting on the bed next to him. Smiling down, I brush his hair off of his
forehead. It’s soft, and I let my fingers linger longer than necessary as I
imagine what it would be like to belong to this man—to be able to touch him
whenever I wanted, run my fingers through his shaggy hair, kiss him. The
thoughts in my mind have no business being there, but I can’t help but wish for
every single one.
Feeling the weight of
silence, I clear my throat. “I told her.” I glance at Penny, who is frowning.
“And she’s not going to say anything, are you, Penny? Because we haven’t
officially announced it yet.”
Her eyes widen, guilt
splattered across her face. “Uh...”
“I’m so lost,” Noah
mumbles, running a hand over his ruggedly handsome face. “Maybe I did hit my
head, doc.”
“I’m sorry, I missed
your name.” The young doctor sticks out his hand, which I quickly accept.
“Lennon.”
He smiles. “It’s nice
to meet you, Lennon. My name is Dr. Ward, and I took care of your fiancé when
he came in. In fact,” he says, looking at Noah, “I was just telling him what
will need to be done once he gets home.”
“Yes.” I turn toward
the doctor, giving him my full attention like any dutiful fiancée would.
“Please, fill me in.”
“You don’t have to
fill her in,” Noah says, trying to nudge me off the bed. “She’s not—”
“Shush.” Pressing a
finger against his mouth, I frown. So does Noah. “He absolutely will fill me
in. Who else is going to take care of you?”
He swats my hand away.
“I don’t need anyone to take care of me.”
“That’s not entirely
true,” Dr. Ward interjects.
“Fine.” Noah rolls his
eyes. “I’ll have my mother come help me.”
“She’s on vacation,”
Mikey offers, holding his hands up in surrender when Noah shoots him a nasty
glare.
“Noah, this is good.
You’ll need some assistance for a few days, someone to help you get around the
house so you can stay off your ankle,” Dr. Ward says.
“I’m good, doc, really.”
He nudges me again,
but I just wrap his hand in mine and kiss his knuckles adoringly. Noah furrows
his brow and presses his lips together. His gaze on me is so powerful, I swear
the man can hold a conversation with just his eyes.
What the fuck are you up to?
I squint at him,
letting him know I’ve got the wheel right now. Play along or I’ll run you off the road again.
Noah blows out a long,
frustrated breath, and I know I’ve won him over.
“Anyway.” The doctor
clears his throat. “Noah sprained his ankle during the accident. Nothing is
broken, but he did a number on it. He also has a laceration on his leg that we
cleaned up. It didn’t need stitches, but I’d like for him to keep an eye on it,
because we don’t want it to get infected. I’ll have Penny print out the
instructions and give them to you.”
I nod, and when Dr.
Ward isn’t looking, Penny rolls her eyes.
“I would like it if
you could stay off your foot for a couple of days,” he says to Noah. “Your
ankle needs rest and ice.”
“Rest and Ice. Got
it.” I turn to Noah. “I’ll just plan on staying with you for the next couple of
days.”
“He’s your fiancée,”
Penny exclaims. “Don’t you live with him?”
“No.” I might not be
southern, but I do my best to tack on some southern belle charm. I press a hand
to my chest, feigning disbelief. “Daddy would not approve of that. No shackin’
up until we’re married. Right, sweetie?”
“Shackin’ up?” Noah
says.
“Whatever.” Penny
walks out, followed by the doctor, and Mikey claps his hands together.
“Well, folks, I’ve
gotta get going.” He walks toward me and squeezes my shoulder. “Lennon, I’ll
swing by Noah’s tonight and make sure you two don’t need anything.”
“Wait. What?” Noah
pulls his hand from mine and scowls up at Mikey. “She’s not really coming home
with me.”
“Yes, she is.” Mikey
looks to me for confirmation, and I nod. “How else would you get home? You
don’t have your bike, and your parents are out of town.”
“You,” Noah says. “You
can take me home.”
“Sorry, man. Can’t.
Gotta finish my shift. Plus, there’s no way in hell I’m taking care of your
ass.”
“But you’re a fucking
paramedic.”
Mikey shrugs. “So? I
do that shit all day long. I don’t want to do it when I’m off. Plus, Lennon
here has already volunteered to take care of your gimp ass.”
“This is a fucking
joke.” Noah clenches his hands against the sheet. “She caused all of this,” he
says, waving toward his ankle. “If it wasn’t for her, I wouldn’t even be here.”
“And that’s exactly
why I want you to let me help,” I plead. “I feel horrible. I promise I’ll take
really good care of you, and I won’t get in your way at all. And I won’t really
move in for the next few days; I’ll just come by and make sure you don’t need
anything, maybe cook dinner for you.”
This isn’t exactly how
I’d planned to spend my first few days in Heaven, but I like the idea of taking
care of someone. Particularly this someone.
“You don’t even know
me,” he argues.
I stick my hand out to
shake his, and all he does is scowl. Mikey shoves an elbow into his arm and
finally, reluctantly, Noah shakes my hand.
Mikey smiles. “Noah,
meet Lennon, your fiancée.”
About K.L. Grayson
K.L. Grayson resides in a small town outside of St. Louis, MO. She is entertained daily by her extraordinary husband, who will forever inspire every good quality she writes in a man. Her entire life rests in the palms of six dirty little hands, and when the day is over and those pint-sized cherubs have been washed and tucked into bed, you can find her typing away furiously on her computer. She has a love for alpha-males, brownies, reading, tattoos, sunglasses, and happy endings…and not particularly in that order.
