brother says it’s a good thing I speak her language.
With the movie in cinemas, I’m approached by a community theater in Charleston to direct a production of Macbeth–to which I say yes.
So we’ve come full circle. I’m acting more than I ever did in Hollywood, and Daisy’s even getting to go out on road shows with Spencer occasionally.
We’re settled in the old house where our love affair started. I’m in that yellow chair in Melody’s room reading to her about Eloise when I realize I’ve made it. I’m no longer the misunderstood character, and I’m not acting so I can be somebody else.
My little girl puts her hand on my cheek and says she loves me. Daisy puts her hand in mine and says I’ve made her dreams come true.
That’s better than getting the devil to church any day.
Thank you for reading Scout and Daisy’s love story!
I hope you fell in love with these two as much as I did. The audiobook version is coming in March, narrated by Sebastian York and Samantha Brentmoor. Stay tuned…
What’s Next?
Find out what happens when bossy, arrogant Spencer hires Joselyn “Sly” Winthrop to be his massage therapist.
TROUBLE (link) is a super-hot, super sexy enemies-to-lovers, boss romance coming to Kindle Unlimited and audio June 14, 2021!
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This Much is True
By Tia Louise
Hope
I blame the alcohol.
I lost my restaurant business, was forced to sell my dad’s cherished 1967 Chevy Impala, and I got a little drunk.
Now I’m waking up with the hottest, angriest guy I’ve ever seen, speeding down the highway like a bat out of hell.
Ice-blue eyes hit mine with stomach-clenching force…
And he swerves onto the shoulder, ready to kick me out.
Needless to say, our romance doesn’t start out sweet.
J.R.
Two years ago, I hugged my little boy goodbye and told him I’d be right back.
Next thing I knew, I was arrested and sent to prison for a crime I didn’t commit.
Until they let me out early…
Now I’m headed home to confront the man who put me away.
A lie put me behind bars, and I’m ready to find the truth.
I don’t have time for a sexy girl with pale blonde hair and bright blue eyes stowed away on the backseat of my new car.
My mission is to get my son back and clear my name.
Love is not on the agenda.
It never is, though, is it?
(THIS MUCH IS TRUE is a single-dad, opposites attract, stand-alone romance. No cheating. No cliffhangers.)
Prologue
JR
With my back to the San Francisco traffic, I hold the railing of the iconic, vermillion bridge and watch the sun set over the Pacific Ocean.
Two hundred and forty-five feet below me, the frigid water of the bay swirls past, and behind me is the building where I spent the last eighteen months of my life, paying for a crime I didn’t commit.
My hair is long to my collar. My body is lean and ripped with muscle to intimidate anyone who thought he’d get the best of me.
I’ve lived with the funk of brown Lysol, body odor, and urine so long, I forgot fresh air could smell so sweet.
At five p.m., a guard came to my cell, rattled the bars like some old cheesy black and white movie, and told me to get my shit together.
Time to go.
I was halfway through a four-year prison sentence, and last night, they said it was over, early release.
Confused is an understatement for how I felt, but I wasn’t about to argue. I started making plans.
“You can thank the tree huggers for this miscarriage of justice.” The woman behind the desk scowled as she spoke, like the words tasted bad. “Wouldn’t want you getting sick. It might violate your civil rights.”
Rage smoldered in my chest, and I didn’t make eye contact with her. This whole