BLOG TOUR + REVIEW: More Than Lies by N.E. Henderson

More Than Lies

NE Henderson

**BLOG TOUR STOP**

“Why the fuck was that prick bringing you home?”

After Mason made it known yesterday morning that I’m sleeping
with Jared, you’d think Shawn would know the answer to that question. He
probably does. He just wants me to verbalize it. I’m not going to.

“Leave it, Shawn.” I twist around and pin him with a stare. Next, I
toss the tequila back, but this time my eyes widen. Ok, maybe my buzz
wasn’t so much gone like I originally thought.

Wow. That was stout.

“How much have you had to drink?”

“Enough that I should be in bed.” What’s with the twenty questions?
More importantly why does he even care? From what I saw earlier tonight,
or last night really, Shawn and Mason left with the brunette trash from
Level. I don’t have to guess what they left to go do and I certainly
don’t want to imagine it.

“So, let me get this
straight. You, drunk, got onto the back of Cole’s bike? Are you fucking
crazy, Tara?” He doesn’t wait for a reply. “Or do you have a death
wish?”

“Neither, are you done now?” His palm
smacks the side of the refrigerator before turning. Moments later, I
hear the door to the half bathroom down the hall slam closed.

I turn back around, pour yet another glass and down it. I’m going
to pay for this when I wake up and it’s going to be so much worse than
yesterday morning’s hangover. Screw it. If I’m going to do it in the
first place, might as well do it right.

“You
know, it’s only a matter of time before Holly has him back in her
grasps. You don’t stand a chance with Shawn; you never have.” Cassie’s
catty bitch-ass voice assaults my ears. Sometimes she’s worse than
Amanda. I put up with Mandy’s shit because she is dating my best friend,
but it’ll be a cold day in hell before I deal with this bitch’s crap.
Without giving it a bit of thought, I turn and leap forward. She needs a
good butt kicking. I’m not a fighter. I know I can take her if I tried,
but I don’t actively seek out confrontations. My mother would flip her
lid, so I do what’s necessary to avoid that at all cost.

Before I reach her, a set of massive arms grab me by the waist,
pulling me backwards and against his hard chest. “Get. Out. Of. My.
House.” Shawn bites each word out through clenched teeth. I know they
aren’t directed at me. Even if I weren’t looking at her shocked
expression, I’d know they are aimed at Cassie Winston.
“What?”

“I don’t think he stuttered, Barbie?” Okay, Barbie is usually held
for Holly, the queen bitch herself, but I had to. Sue me if you don’t
like it. I don’t usually act like this, but I’ve had a fair share of
alcohol tonight.

“You won’t disrespect her, or
anyone else that lives here. Last time I checked, you don’t live here…
so leave.” His words are still a bark. Shawn can come off quite scary at
times. Frankly, Cassie looks like she is about to pee her pants.
Inside, I’m loving it. This is so much better than me punching her. “Or I
could let Tara go, but I don’t think you want me to. Trust me, she will
crush you.

“I will? Hell, I don’t know if I
will or not. I’ve never hit another person in my life. I’m bigger than
Cassie, sure, in every way, but I’m not going there.

The snootiness crosses her face again. It’s the same one my mother
wears around me. She should have been my mother’s kid. I’m certain her
and my mother would get along much better than my mother and I do. “Yes,
she would.

“Oh that bitch went there. Yes, I
have issues with my weight. I’m not over weight, I don’t think, but I’m
not thin or skinny by any means, and it doesn’t matter how much I work
out, I’m never going to be a small size. I love to cook and I love to
eat the food I cook. It’s just not in the cards for me. Doesn’t mean I
like it, but she doesn’t have a right to throw it in my face, especially
with Shawn standing here.

I try to jump
forward, but Shawn’s hold on me tightens. “Leave. Now.” Another bark,
only this time his voice is deeper. It’s a warning.

“Whatever.” She turns, exiting the kitchen followed by the house as quickly as her feet will move.

Once I hear the door click closed he releases me, and as he steps
backwards the warm flannel shirt I’m wearing, Jared’s shirt, is pulled
off my body. I turn, facing Shawn. What the heck is that about?

“Go take a shower?” My jaw drops. He rips the shirt down the middle, making two un-wearable pieces. What the flyin…

The material is disregarded and lands on the tile floor.

I plant my hands on my hips in a defiant gesture. He’s not about
to order me around. I might take that crap from my parents, but I won’t
from anyone else. “Excuse me?”

Shawn wastes no
time. He springs forward in an instant, making me step backwards until
my back collides with the wall. He continues to close in, placing his
palms on the flat surface of the wall next to my face and leans in. “You
smell like him and I don’t fucking like it.

“Oh tough shit.”

Because you smelling like a cheap whore is so much better,” I lash
back. I don’t waste my time either. I take both of my hands, placing my
palms on his chest and pushing as hard as I can. It might not have come
across as a shove, because his body didn’t move away from mine as much
as I intended it to. “Piss off, Shawn.” With those last words I leave
the kitchen, taking myself up the stairs to my bedroom for a shower… and
not because Shawn ordered me to, but because I do in fact stink.

If I weren’t as drunk as I am right now, I might have stopped to
analyze what just happened between us, but I don’t. I’m going to
struggle enough just getting out of my clothes to shower tonight, or
this morning, or whatever the hell time of the day this is.

Mother effin’ jerk, he is.

No one is perfect.

I
wish I could scream it at them, but no one will listen to me. Instead,
they choose to ignore me by making me into something I’m not. I try to
make them happy, but no matter how hard I try it’s not good enough. I
make good grades. Hell, I was top of my class senior year, but things
happen. We make sacrifices for people important to us. My parents
wouldn’t understand that. Instead, they say I could be better. I’m the
good girl to everyone else, but to my parents I fall short. To most I
have curves, to them I’m fat. I just want them to be happy with my
imperfections. You know what? I’m tired of giving and getting nothing in
return. Screw them.

The only one that I want to see me for who I really am…is him.

TARALYNN
EVANS has always been the good girl, forced to befriend people she
cares nothing about. She tries hard to be what them and everyone else
expects her to be, but what’s the point when it’s never enough to gain
their approval? She’s over lying to make others happy or
self-sacrificing to spare their feelings. For once, she just wants to be
herself. She wants to feel human, tired of being a puppet.
When
tragedy strikes her in the worst way, she finds herself bargaining in
distress, trying to find reason and rationality in what’s set before
her, but will he give in when in most cases the good girl never gets the
bad boy?

Ink, sex, lies, loyalty.

Those
are the things that define me, and my life. I do me. Nothing else
matters. I don’t need anyone’s approval, nor do I seek it. I’m
comfortable with the man I am. The only thing that haunts my dreams are
those sapphire eyes that remind me of midnight.
I will shut it down every single time. I can’t have her. She deserves
more than what I’m after. The problem is that sometimes life is a bitch.
That curveball was nowhere in sight, but now that it’s been thrown…my
life may never be the same.
SHAWN BRADEN has always been the bad
boy. He’s always had the love and support of his parents no matter what
he does. He knows he can have any girl he wants. Too bad he never wants
them more than once. What he truly wants is the one thing he’s never
admitting to, not even to himself. What happens when he starts seeing
past the facade she’s put on for years and shows him the real girl that
is hiding inside? Will he fall against his will, or will she become
nothing more than every girl before?

So this is the first book I’ve ever read by N.E. Henderson. I’m never quite sure what to expect when I read an author for the first time, so I’m happy to say I enjoyed this author’s writing style!

Taralynn and Shawn have known each other almost their entire lives. They both have feelings for each other but Shawn doesn’t think he is good enough for Taralynn. He lets her tell him how he feels and never reciprocates so she thinks he doesn’t have feelings for her, when in fact he does.

Lots of drama and secrets in this one! Will Shawn tell Taralynn how he really feels? What does Taralynn want?

MEET N.E. HENDERSON

Hi, I’m Nancy,

I’m
a mom, wife, writer, obsessed reader, and fiction whore to the chore.
I’m an introvert. It takes me a minute to warm up to people, but once I
do, you’ll probably never get me to shut up.

I
live in the south, Mississippi to be exact. I love warm sunny days and I
despise cold and raining weather. I have a love/hate relationship with
my Bull Terrier, Xena. The little winch thinks my husband belongs to her
when he most certainly does not; he belongs to me.

I
love to read possibly even more than I love to write. That can be a
problem when I have fictional people taking up room inside my brain and
screaming to get out. They don’t understand why I can’t give them my
full attention.

In
my free time, I love riding my Can Am Maverick and finding new off road
trails. I’m a city girl, married to a country boy, who likes to get a
little dirty and sometimes muddy. Even though I don’t do it often, I
love roller coasters. The steel coasters that is. I hate the wooden
ones.

Readers, connect with me. I love hearing from you and reading your reviews.

xoxo,