Just a Little Lie (Shades of Deception, Book 1)
By Mallory Rush
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Then Sol is badly wounded in combat, and there's no time to straighten things out before Mariah grants him his last wish—her hand in marriage—over the phone.
Sol didn't expect to live, or return home with a battered body and defeated spirit, to face a new bride who isn't at all what he'd expected.
Now Mariah must convince him that she's much more than the little lies that landed his ring on her finger.
Previously titled: I Do
SHADES OF DECEPTION, in series order
Just a Little Lie
Just a Little Taboo
Just a Little Misgiving
Just a Little Sin
OTHER TITLES by Mallory Rush
Outlaws and Heroes, a three book series
Bad Boy of New Orleans
Between the Sheets
Hurts So Good
Half-Moon Hearts
Kissed by the Beast
Mallory Rush
Mallory Rush (aka Olivia Rupprecht) began writing romances when her babies were in diapers. Now that they’re grown, she’s still writing about the most amazing experience in the world: Falling in love with an imperfect someone who just happens to be perfect for us; the dizzying euphoria of a first kiss, the devastation of a heart being broken, and the thrill of emerging with a happy ending despite all the odds against it. Her own life story goes something like this: Nearly destitute, divorced young mother of four, working two jobs, loses her house—but keeps typing away into the wee hours, determined to see her love stories in print. Enter a really hot, single guy riding a Harley (er, Suzuki) and building corporate empires (as a CFO for a manufacturing plant in Lubbock, Texas). One kiss and KA-POW! It was like you read about. He asked her (and all those kids) to marry him and bought them a house as a wedding present. A year later they had a miracle baby. A few years after that, Bad Boy of New Orleans hit the bookstore shelves. Many other novels would follow, and corporate moves would take them to Tallahassee, Memphis, Boulder, and finally to Fox Lake, Wisconsin, where they’ve renovated a big historic tavern. A lot of people thought it wouldn’t last, but 30 years later they’re still really into each other. Little wonder that Mallory believes in the transcendent power of love and its ability to elevate all of our lives from the ordinary to something mystical and amazing. Although she’s written and edited historical thrillers and non-fiction as Olivia Rupprecht, she considers romance to be more than a genre—it’s as essential as breathing for a truly rich life. Mallory loves to hear from her readers.
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Just a Little Lie (Shades of Deception, Book 1) - Mallory Rush
Just a Little Lie
Shades of Deception
Book One
by
Mallory Rush
Bestselling, Award-winning Author
Previously titled: I Do
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Dear Reader,
It's hard to imagine a world without the technology we now take for granted. And yet, it wasn't so long ago that the only telephones outside a building were in phone booths, the Encyclopedia Britannica was the closest thing we had to Google, and books came in one form: typeset on bound paper.
I wrote my first published manuscript on what would now be considered a relic: An electronic word processor that was a first anniversary love gift from my husband, Scott.
Prior to that, I pounded away on an IBM Selectric. My sister Rachel Wallace, a book-loving librarian, worked extra hours to help me buy that electric typewriter so I wouldn't have to continue chasing my dreams on the old manual I'd picked up at a garage sale—a terrific find for a young single mother juggling work, babies, and burning the midnight oil via a nursery lamp that came minus the shade (same garage sale).
I was incredibly fortunate to have such champions see me through the six years and four unpublished novels it took before landing my first contract with Bantam Books in 1990. Ten years later, I had seventeen novels published and acquired the pen name Mallory Rush for Harlequin.
The books I wrote during that time, including I Do, now Just a Little Lie, book one in my Shades of Deception Series, reflect the era in which they were written. While technology has advanced at warp speed, love remains as relevant as it ever was, or will ever be.
Wishing you the kind of love you read about—
Mallory
Visit the author at www.malloryrush.com
He who sees beyond black and white
has graced this seeker with
the kaleidoscope of life.
Prologue
Am I... gonna... die?
Sol's vision was hazy, what with his one good eye struggling to stay open. But he could tell that the young Marine's brows were pinched together as he curtly nodded. How fitting that he looked like an angel, with his head haloed by a light shining through the curtain partition in the Middle East hospital ward.
Anything I can do for you, Sergeant?
Yeah. Get Turnbull. Tell him to... bring my gear.
Took him awhile to dredge up the words. He figured it was those damn meat cutters shooting him up good with morphine. Fact was, he'd welcome pain over numbness, this thick sensation of tingling deadweight.
Yes, sir. Right away, sir.
A sharp salute. A click of the heels. The private turned to leave, then did a quick about-face. Your men know what you did, and we've all got a lot of respect for that. Lot of respect for you, too, sir.
Sol tried to lift a bandaged arm, but couldn't. Hell of a thing, he thought. He was two hundred pounds of muscle spread over six feet and some odd inches— A tall drink of water,
his mom had always called him—and he couldn't even lift his damn arm.
As he drifted off, wavering sparks of memory washed through his drug-induced stupor. He saw the flash of a grenade going off in a freak accident, the trip-hammer reaction to knock his buddies out of the way, and his own body jerking in so many directions he felt like a marionette cut from his strings, then flung into a boneless heap. Feeling the jolt... the fire... the rage that it wasn't supposed to end this way. And Mariah, Mariah so sweet upon the paper, feeling for her now as she sifted through his head like so much regret...
Should've gotten Mariah in his arms and kissed her hard. Wonder how she kissed, how she...
Sol? Yo, Sol. It's Turns. I'm here, you no-good—
The hoarse voice, followed by a cough, roused Sol from his musings. Checked on Smitty and Brack. They're both gonna make it. Now dammit, so are you.
We'll... see.
One ice-blue eye slitted open. Must be seeing things. Turns wasn't no crybaby.
I got your stuff. Guess I know what you want.
Picture,
Sol wheezed out.
Here she is. Damn pretty sight, ain't she?
Turns held the snapshot of a raven-haired bombshell in a string bikini close to Sol's bandaged face. She was twenty-four, six years younger than he, with a toothpaste-commercial smile it looked like he'd never see.
Letter. Read it,
Sol ordered.
Which one? You must've gotten a jillion of those perfumed babies in the last six months.
Send me off with a... hot one.
Sure, Sol. Here, this one'll give you a jump start. Get you back on track. Sol? Sol?
Still here.
He blinked and stared at the picture while Turns cleared his throat, then began to read.
"My darling Sol—I've already memorized your latest letter, even though I received it just yesterday. I haunt the mailbox, and I must confess that when one doesn't arrive I feel depressed, but that leaves as soon as I go to my bedroom and fill myself up with you.
"I begin with the first letter, and it makes me laugh. How stiff (ha ha) we were with each other in the beginning. So polite and newsy and awkward. But that soon passed. We've never met, but it's as though we've known each other all our lives. You've never touched me, yet I feel we're lovers.
"Yes, I have imagined you kissing me, touching me, as you say you dream of doing in person. Thinking of it leaves me feeling empty and longing for more than this romance through the mail and our too brief phone calls.
"Since we've shared our hopes and dreams, I think it's time I told you of my deepest fear: that you'll be disappointed when you meet me at Christmas. My picture's very flattering and I'm a little shy in person. Promise me that you won't hold that against me, that you'll remember all that we've shared and give us time to know each other even better.
After all, it's what's on the inside that counts. And on the inside, I do love you. Please write soon. And even though it's safe where you are, take good care. I'd die without you. Sending you my heart, I am yours—Mariah.
Sol's eye remained fixed on the snapshot. Letters like that had kept him celibate for the last few months. Now he was sorry he hadn't taken his pleasure with a willing female and pretended she was Mariah.
Regret, so much regret. Who knows—they might have even gotten married, after a real courtship.
But at least he'd had those letters, thanks to Operation Dear Abby. Wished he had time to send that grande dame of advice a thank you for all the mail her readers sent to the soldiers overseas. He'd reached into the mailbag like it was a Cracker Jack box and dug around for a prize that had turned out to be Mariah.
This sucks,
he mumbled as Dear Abby drifted into the ozone and a vision of Ma and Dad filled his fuzzy head. This was gonna hurt them worse than when he'd turned his back and seen to his own selfish needs. They would've loved Mariah. Mariah, so sincere and sexy, so different from Desiree... Mariah, saying she loved him... loved him...
Sol? Talk to me. Hell, curse me blue, but don't leave me now.
Get a preacher.
What?
Call... her. Cut through the crap... and get us married.
You wanna get married? You got it. Hang on, you old SOB. If you won't die on me, I'll get you married.
Turns spun around and barked at an orderly. Got a phone near?
Yes, sir. Lieutenant. An extension's right here. Give me a number and I'll patch you through.
Get me a chaplain first.
But the Padre's on furlough.
Turns lowered his voice to a hiss. Get me anyone. He doesn't even have to say his prayers.
But, sir, it's not standard procedure or legal or—
Details can wait. Can you ad-lib some wedding vows?
Well, sure, but—
Then you're it. Call Mobile, Alabama, pronto and get Mariah Garnet on the line—here's her number on the letter. Don't say anything and let me do the explaining. Got that?
The voices were no more than faint murmurings to Sol. His mind was whirling as images of Mariah bundled him in warmth. She'd meet his parents now, have widow's benefits that might help make up for what they'd never have. And as long as she was tied to him, maybe he'd never really die...
Preacher's here, Sol. Got your lady on the phone. She knows you're banged up and wants to get hitched. We'll keep it quick and simple. All you've got to say is 'I do' when I squeeze your hand.
Dearly beloved,
the orderly began, we are gathered—
Just get on with it, would ya?
Turns growled.
Do you take this man for your lawfully wedded husband, to have to hold, for ri— Okay, okay. Do you wanna marry him?
I... I—
A feminine voice laced with molasses and tears choked on the other end. Yes, God yes, I do. Sol? Sol, are you there? Please, Sol. I love you. Please hang on.
And do you, Sol Standish, take this woman for—
Turns squeezed his hand.
I... do.
By the power vested in me, I now pronounce you husband and wife. You may now kiss—
Want to kiss me instead, Sol?
Turns was openly crying as he leaned down toward his best friend.
Take a... dive, Turns. Mariah, tell Ma... I—
Get a doctor in here! He's dying! Someone help me—
Stat! Stat!
A nurse thrust the wedding party out of the way. Doctors and orderlies were fast on her heels. They rushed as one into the surgical unit, where they worked over the groom's lifeless body.
Chapter 1
Mariah checked her makeup in the squeaky-clean ladies' room. She dug around for some double-strength aspirin and popped three between her heavily glossed lips. Beth, her older sister, had shown her how to cake the makeup on so she'd look five years older.
Did she look twenty-four? Hardly. And even with the birth-control pills enlarging her breasts, she didn't come close to filling out Beth's sundress. At least her parents had gone on their European summer vacation once she'd convinced them that the marriage was annulled. And bless Beth for promising to help cover the truth.
Oh, the lies. How they'd multiplied, like rabbits in heat. First, the picture, one of Beth; next, giving Beth's age instead of her own.
If only she hadn't been desperate for someone to love her just for herself, with no knowledge of the cursed gift that had dogged her her entire life. If only she hadn't fallen in love with a worldly man she'd never laid eyes on. One she'd been able to reveal her soul to on paper. One who saw only her, not the prodigy who was tested ad nauseam, whose cardiologist father had tutored and displayed her, like some prize specimen, before the medical world.
She'd meant to tell Sol; really she had. And she would—once she was sure she wouldn't lose him. Then she could safely send Turns the additional papers he needed for the marriage certificate. The blood work was no problem, but her birth certificate had had her scrambling for excuses.
Turns seemed content when she'd said that it must have gotten lost in the mail, and silly her for sending the original. What he thought about her taking so long to replace it she didn't know, but he had asked her not to mention the minor holdup to Sol, since he had enough problems to deal with. She'd readily agreed, knowing it was in both their best interests.
Anyway, she didn't need to worry about the paperwork at this stage. Not when her husband might take one look at his bride and write her off as jailbait. Birth and marriage certificates wouldn't mean squat if he dumped her on sight.
Mariah pressed her forehead against the rest-room mirror as the walls closed in. Please, Lord, she silently prayed, let Sol love me. Give me the chance to make this crazy thing work. I know a marriage based on lies is no way to start, but without them we wouldn't be married and I'd be stuck in med school. For once, just once, I need a life of my own, something normal and real, a kindred spirit who can simply let me be... me.
Mariah? Honey, the plane's going to be here any minute,
she heard LaVerne Standish say.
Grateful that the pills had taken the edge off her headache—though they hadn't done anything for her galloping heart—Mariah summoned one of Miss Lilah's Finishing School smiles for her mother-in-law.
Thank you, Mrs. Standish. I wanted to look my best.
Call me Mom. And, Mariah honey, you look as lovely as they come.
LaVerne tilted her head. How old did Sol say you are?
Twenty-four.
Heaven above, I wish I had some of what you must be drinking. Of course, with all that milk on the farm, you're bound to keep it up.
Mariah drew in an unsteady breath, quickly swallowed another aspirin, then followed Mom
out the door.
* * *
As the plane taxied down the runway, Sol peered out the window with his one good eye. He had trouble recognizing the small gathering near the tarmac. He had trouble recognizing himself. He was no longer a globe-trotting lifer in the service, but he wasn't a third-generation dairy farmer ready to milk his daddy's cows. Not