Artful Lies, a brand new irresistible and passionate romance from the Million Copy bestselling author of the This Man series, Jodi Ellen Malpas, is LIVE!
An irresistible connection, a desire that won’t let go…
When aspiring antiques dealer Eleanor Cole is handed the chance of a lifetime to work for the Hunt Corporation, the renowned antiques dealers, she doesn’t think twice. Only to discover she’ll be working up close and personal with the notorious and insanely irresistible Becker Hunt. He is a man famous for getting what he wants, and Becker wants Eleanor.
But as Becker pulls her deeper into his world, she discovers there’s more to him than meets the eye.
And falling for Becker goes from being foolish to dangerous…
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Jodi Ellen Malpas has created some of my most favorite heroes and heroines in the romance world and with her newest release, Artful Lies, she introduces readers to the intelligent and sassy Eleanor Cole and the aloof and enigmatic Becker Hunt and when these two characters begin a professional relationship, it’s clear that there is already something more developing between them, which poses both a conflict of interest as well as a dangerous liaison of sorts, given what is revealed as the story line moves forward.
Eleanor Cole is a great JEM heroine. There’s a strength in her that is clearly shown with how she views the world and her need to do what’s right, not only for herself, but for the common good. She’s definitely beautiful and intriguing, but it’s her imperfections that draw people to her because she’s authentic and her personality is inviting.
Like many of the author’s alpha heroes, Becker Hunt is quite the dominant and imposing guy and despite his mercurial demeanor and rather standoffish expressions, Eleanor’s reactions to him and desire to know everything there is about him allows them the opportunity to learn more about each other. But here’s the issue with that idea…Becker is not an easy man to know, and because of his need for secrecy and his obsession with the skeletons in his family lineage, it’s unclear if Eleanor will ever truly know everything there is to know about him.
The underlying sexual tension between Eleanor and Becker and the push and pull that surrounds their connection from the start is captivating and has readers eager for these two to act on their feelings instead of using logic to keep each other at a distance.
The title itself engages readers and with the title of book two, Wicked Truths, it’s clear revelations will abound but what that means for Eleanor and Becker’s relationship is up in the air and with how Artful Lies ended, complications and obstacles will for sure cost them something but hopefully, not each other.
4.5 Poison Apples
‘I’m told you’re settling in well,’ he says, but I still refuse to look at him.
‘Yes, very well, thank you,’ I answer, giving myself a cheer for my professionalism. Then I move to the right. And so does he.
‘Good,’ he says quietly. ‘Very good.’
Biting my lip, desperately wrestling off the urge to take a quick peek at him, I step to the right again. And so does he. ‘Excuse me.’ It takes everything in me to maintain my strength. He’s like a magnet to my eyes. Nothing as stunning as him should be ignored. Immune? I laugh to myself. I don’t think that’s possible.
It’s a long, long while, but I eventually see his smart brogues shift.
‘My lady,’ he says quietly.
Damn it. I chance a peek up at him as I scoot past, catching the signs of a cheeky smirk. And, shit, if my eyes don’t sprint over his entire face as I continue past, and then down his tall frame.
‘I look better naked,’ he says, all low and sexy. That soon breaks my trance, and I swing away, outraged, marching on.
‘I don’t plan on finding out,’ I mutter under my breath, and he laughs, telling me I didn’t voice my promise quietly enough. I stop, turning to face him. ‘You know, I’m pretty sure I could make a complaint to HR about sexual harassment.’
He grins. ‘I am HR. What’s your complaint?’
I narrow my eyes. ‘You’re not funny.’
‘Then why are you fighting to hold back your grin?’
My lips purse. Damn him. ‘Are you going to continually try to get a rise out of me?’
‘A rise?’ He peeks down at his groin area, and then glances back up, his grin now mild. ‘Too late.’
My eyes naturally drop to his groin, and he chuckles as he turns and saunters away. My head cocks in admiration, his lovely backside my focus. It really is a sight to behold, his sexy swagger executed to a T.
‘Stop looking at my arse,’ he shouts over his shoulder.
I cringe. Holy shit, I need to find some control. He’s my boss, for Christ’s sake. ‘I was doing no such thing.’
‘You know,’ he calls, ‘I’m pretty sure I could make a complaint to HR.’
‘What’s your complaint?’ I ask on a frown.
‘That you’re undressing me with your eyes.’ He doesn’t entertain me with another glimpse of his lovely face, just carries casually on his way, disappearing through the large doors into the Grand Hall.
Jodi Ellen Malpas was born and raised in the Midlands town of Northampton, England, where she lives with her husband, boys, and a beagle. She is a self-professed daydreamer, a Converse and mojito addict, and she has a terrible weak spot for alpha males. Writing powerful love stories and creating addictive characters has become her passion—a passion she now shares with her devoted readers.
Her novels have hit bestseller lists for the New York Times, USA Today, Sunday Times, and various other international publications and can be read in more than twenty-four languages around the world.
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