Kindle Edition
Amazon
Category:
Romance
Publisher: Amazon
ISBN-10: B07CW4GN8K
Type: Fiction
Pages: 220
Copyright: May 4, 2018
Price: $500.00 (eBook)
I Never Lied to You (well, almost) is a feel-good romantic comedy about one nerdy misfit and his creative sister who are trying to find love, sense, and each other using their own peculiar ways. With unexpected twists and lots of laughs, this story is a truly hilarious joyride.
Finding true love is close to a miracle. Unless you know the secret formula.
Only thirty days till Christmas
A handsome adult nerd
His cheeky zany sister
Their toxic grandma
The pushy ex-girlfriend
A mysterious woman that cannot be found
And one tiny box under a coconut tree.
. . . result with a totally hilarious story about love, some perfectly harmless deception, and magical wonders that fill our hearts.
Peter is a highly intelligent man who knows his priorities and has plans for everything. Or how his sister Barbara would put it "a nerdy skeptical control freak with android tendencies". When his girlfriend leaves him accusing him of being too stiff and dull, Peter accepts Barbara`s challenge - to be guided for 30 days by her astrologer`s "cosmic wisdom". Determined to prove each other wrong, no matter how crazy the things will get, they discover that not everything is what it seems, including themselves and their close ones.
Excerpt
"She said that I’m boring and predictable and that she needs a life with more passion and colours. There," He spit out the last words.
"Ha!" Barbara laughed tauntingly. "Oh, really, Marge said that? Well, well, an accountant eager for adventure. What's wrong, the balance sheets become too tiring for her? She misses a good juicy tax fraud? You'll have to excuse me, but I don't know what turns on accountants these days." She was snorted spitefully.
"Barbie, please. I am really not in the mood for this," he added with the voice of a defeated man.
"I'm sorry, but now I can finally joke on her account. About her clothes, let's say," she said, rolling her eyes.
"What about it? She looks decent." Peter automatically defended his not long ago, now an ex, better half. "Decent? No, no, no, mom's aunt Kate looks decent. Margaret looks like she just came from a prison in Romania where they gave her the clothes they received from Caritas who got it from a retiring home which was closed 30 years before that," she fired up gloating.
"Come on, you’re exaggerating. She is dressed... decently," he murmured, secretly observing what Barbara put on herself today. An odd screaming orange tunic was falling over heavy tight green trousers which were shoved into bulky black Doc Martens. To him she looked like a bewildered Tibetan monk who happily decided, after taking a considerable amount of crack, to join a bunch of skinheads in their rampage through the city. How could she expect someone to take her seriously dressing like that? It would be more appropriate for her to embrace a more reasonable look. Like Margaret did, he thought, when the painful sting reminded him what happened less than 14 hours ago. Peter sighed painfully.
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