SQUEEEE! It’s release day for ONE SWEET LIE! It’s…still pending review, soooo I’m sharing the prologue below + handling release day things like it’s LIVE anyway, *blows confetti* 

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Onto the prologue! 

Prologue 

Harlow

“Lies are the bedrock of a miserable life.”

That quote is etched onto the entry doors at Central State Prison, courtesy of their Scared Straight Program, and it still haunts my darkest nightmares. 

My stepmom insisted on shipping me there once a month because she was convinced my creative stories were bound to lead to a life behind bars. 

In her mind, stealing a pack of strawberry bubblegum and skipping school were the gateway crimes to grand theft auto, perjury, or murder. 

During my last visit—when an inmate told me she was desperate “to taste those sweet, C-cup sugar tits during lights out”—I told the truth about everything. 

No matter what. 

“Do I look ‘fat’ in this dress?” Yes.

“Did you like my mom’s homemade lasagna?” You couldn’t pay me to eat it again. 

“How do you feel about my new haircut?” Please ask your stylist for a refund. 

That blunt honesty cost me a few friends, so I learned to settle for a soft balance between fact and fiction. The truth was only required when small lies, little sweet ones, wouldn’t suffice. 

My newfound balance took me far in life—through the finest cooking schools and top chef kitchens—until I met Pierce Dawson. 

This gorgeous, grumpy asshole was nothing like the pastries I baked.

Hard around the edges and best left untasted, he believed his colossal wealth entitled him to everything inside New York. We peasants solely existed to steal glimpses of his beautifully chiseled face. Or to sneak sips of his bitter sarcasm…

I’m not sure if it was the thought of his full lips gracing mine or the fantasy of him owning my body for hours in bed, but trading in my apron for bibs and bottles to be his full-time nanny is officially the biggest mistake I’ve ever made. 

That prison might’ve been onto something, because looking back, I honestly wish I’d told him the truth on day one… 

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