Wednesday, May 20, 2015

The Opportunist by Tarryn Fisher

Love Me With Lies #1

I was reading a book whose title was one of my keywords for the month from the Monthly Key Word Challenge.  It was Thief, which is the third book in this trilogy. I was really getting into the story but I needed more of the back story so I started at the beginning with this one.
I loved these books. I got so sucked into it that I read all of them in a day and a half! I found these on scribd.
Caleb sees Olivia one day at college under a tree and something about her resonated with him. He had to know her. But she had a hard life and wasn't open to love. they date and it doesn't work out. He dates another and it doesn't work out and he and Olivia get back together. But something happens and they break up again. But they keep getting in and out of each other's lives. things might have worked out once but Caleb's kinda girlfriend messes things up and Olivia leaves again.

Now onto book #2, Dirty Red.

From goodreads:
Olivia Kaspen has just discovered that her ex-boyfriend, Caleb Drake, has lost his memory. With an already lousy reputation for taking advantage of situations, Olivia must decide how far she is willing to go to get Caleb back. Wrestling to keep her true identity and their sordid past under wraps, Olivia’s greatest obstacle is Caleb’s wicked, new girlfriend; Leah Smith. It is a race to the finish as these two vipers engage in a vicious tug of war to possess a man who no longer remembers them. But, soon enough Olivia must face the consequences of her lies, and in the process discover that sometimes love falls short of redemption.

“I’m not getting in the pool! It is freezing!”
“It’s November in Florida, Olivia. It’s seventy degrees out. Besides, it’s a heated pool. Man up.” Caleb waded around in his boxers in the turquoise water of the campus swimming pool. I tried to avoid looking at his muscles.
“You can’t manipulate me into the pool by making a sexist comment,” I said, leaning down to splash him in the face. He grabbed my wrist before I had time to withdraw.
Our eyes locked.
“Don’t,” I warned. For a second, I didn’t think he’d have the guts. Next thing I knew, I tumbled headfirst into the freezing water.
I came up gasping for air, my hair wrapped unbecomingly around my face. Caleb peeled it away, laughing.
“I can’t believe you did that!” I gasped, shoving him on the chest. It felt like I was pushing on hot rocks.
“You look good wet,” he said. “It would probably be easier to swim if you took off some of your clothes.”
Shooting him a searing look, I started a breaststroke toward the side of the pool.
“Ahh, not one for fun I see.” His voice was light when he said it but there was a definite challenge in his tone.
“Screw it,” I mumbled, stopping a foot away from the ladder. I was the type of girl that would ‘jump off of a bridge’ to spite my friends. I was wearing my good underwear anyway. I ducked under the water and shed my polyester skin like a snake. I resurfaced seconds later with just my skivvies on.
Caleb unconsciously mouthed ‘wow.’
“To your fun,” I toasted him with my sopping wet clothes and then threw them at his head. He dodged and circled around to where I was treading water.
“Nice lace,” he smirked, eyeing me without shame.
“Can you not make it so obvious that you’re looking?” I felt violated. I submerged myself under the water until only my head was visible.
“I thought our relationship was about honesty,” he smiled.
“Pffffff,” I snickered, “our ‘relationship’ is based on dares and blackmail.”
His eyes were twinkling. He had such expressive eyes. I wanted to crush that twinkle and kick him where it hurt.
“Blackmail is such a harsh word,” he said, as he swam closer.
“You threatened to tell the school newspaper that I was the reason you missed the shot, Drake.”
He was way too close for comfort now. I began peddling backwards. There was a scar at the corner of his right eye that I had never noticed before. It was just a faint crescent moon, but somehow it made him look dangerous— in a sexy way. I shook my head. These thoughts were not mine… they were Cammie’s— damn her.
“How did you get that scar?” I asked.
I shuffled along the bottom of the pool on my tiptoes to get away from him. He absently reached a finger out to touch it.

Read more here.

Pages: 278
Published: 2011

No comments: