Something True

By Jessica Roe

Ibbie Ibbot's life is pretty frigging awesome. She has a killer job, friends she would do anything for, and a sweet apartment she shares with her hotshot lawyer cousin. In fact, her life would be perfect if not for one thing. . .

Walt Vega. The complete and absolute bane of her existence. That tattooed, pierced punk has made her life a misery ever since they met a year ago. He's teased her, pranked her, driven her to utter distraction with his jibes and his digs and his piercing dark eyes. Sure, she may not be entirely innocent in their little war, but he most definitely started it.

If only he could be more like his older brother.

Aleix is everything Walt is not. He's charming, gentlemanly, a total dreamboat. And he's more than happy to sweep Ibbie off her feet.

One brother will take her dancing in the moonlight. He'll surprise her, he'll protect her, he'll kiss her like she's never been kissed before in her whole life.

Appearances can be deceptive.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Jessica Roe
• Release date: Oct 23, 2015
• ISBN: 9781310178863

Jessica Roe

Jessica Roe is the author of The Guardians, the Fortunate and The Haven series/She's the mother of one sassy daughter, and two cats called Gus and Roman and fat rat named Dumbo. She's a lover of rainclouds, Gandalf and all things fantasy. Also chocolate. Always chocolate. When she's not writing, reading or gaming she works as a graphic designer.She loves to write, and especially enjoys creating a character and seeing where they take the story (because we all know authors aren't REALLY in charge).She likes strong, ready to fight, female characters who are just as capable at anything as the guys. She has a weird love for villains.Don't hesitate to get in contact - she loves to hear from her readers!Join her on:https://www.goodreads.com/JessicaARoehttps://twitter.com/JessicaARoehttps://www.facebook.com/jessicaAroeauthorhttp://jessicaroeblog.blogspot.co.uk/https://www.instagram.com/jessicaroe1305/She'd love to hear from you!

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Something True

Fortunate

Jessica Roe

Other titles by Jessica Roe

The Guardians:

Undone

United

Fortunate:

Because of Him

Something Real

Falling For Him

Nothing Like Him

Haven:

Heart of Fire

Soul of Darkness

SOMETHING TRUE

JESSICA ROE

Copyright © 2015 Jessica Roe

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ISBN: 9781310178863

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For every high school English teacher I ever had. . .

English teachers are the rock stars of education

Table of Contents

Chapter 1 – Ibbie

Chapter 2 – Walt

Chapter 3 – Ibbie

Chapter 4 – Ibbie

Chapter 5 – Walt

Chapter 6 – Walt

Chapter 7 – Ibbie

Chapter 8 – Ibbie

Chapter 9 – Ibbie

Chapter 10 – Walt

Chapter 11 – Ibbie

Epilogue – Walt

Chapter 1

Ibbie

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ACTING IS MY life. There's nothing I adore more than getting up on that stage in front of a rapt audience and living my part, but I'm not gonna lie. . .it drains the crapping hell out of me. In a good way, of course. Immediately after curtain call each and every show I'm filled with this rush of exuberance yet this fatigue that just makes me want to drop down in the dressing room and sleep right there on the carpet. I may not be the lead in the theater production of Pride and Prejudice that I've been a part of for the past couple of months, and I may not exactly love playing spoiled and selfish Lydia Bennet, but I never fail to put my heart and soul into each and every performance.

Which is why I'm exhausted when I arrive at Kandy's after another night's show. My best friend, Blair, and her half sister, Jemma, have worked here for a while, and since then this bar seems to have become our regular hangout. As far as bars go, it ain't so bad.

A zombie dodges by me, chasing after a giggling sexy bunny, and a vampire with way too much gel in his hair slaps my butt as I walk by.

"Nice ass. I could just take a bite out of it," he jokes, flashing his plastic fangs.

I wink, because my ass is nice, even if he is a drunken weirdo with no social skills whatsoever. Poor little vampire.

A grim reaper twerks against me, and I sigh as I edge away. Normally I love every single thing about Halloween because it is, without a doubt, the most awesome day of the year, but I'm just too tired for this crap tonight. I want to be at home in my comfy bed with my comfy pillow and snugged up in my comfy pjs, but tonight is the first night the whole gang has been together since Blair got all good and engaged to Silver, my ex high school history teacher (which makes their relationship both yeesh yet oddly sexy) last week, so obviously we're getting our celebrating on. And I am benevolently forgiving Silver for stealing my BFF away from me for ever and ever, because that's just the kind and saintly sweetheart I am. Though I don't know who I'm kidding, because that guy stole my BFF from me before we even became BFFs to begin with. Luckily he doesn't mind sharing her with me, or I'd have to get all plot making and off him, Game of Thrones style. But not sharing in that way, because that would be yick. Not that I don't love Blair to bits or anything, but I most certainly do not want to get all up in her lady parts.

Woo! Ibbie's here! she cheers happily when I finally push through the throngs of people and approach their table. I have to grin, because Blair so very rarely gets drunk enough to be a cheerer. In fact, she hates drunk cheerers. Usually she's pretty good at knowing her limits and sticking to them, but clearly she skipped over that line at least an hour ago. Sat on Cowboy Silver's lap, tonight she's dressed as Wonder Woman – shiny cape, tight little outfit, red knee high boots and all. I'll bet Silver had to do some serious persuading to get her into it. That's love for ya.

Closest to where I'm standing, a slightly less drunk Reid the 1950's Gangster holds out his fist for me to bump. How'd your show go, Ibbs? He's been to the show before. They all have, though it was especially funny seeing a tattooed tough guy like Reid sitting through a performance of Pride and Prejudice. He got some funny looks that night for sure, like just because he didn't necessarily fit the mold of regular theater goer then he didn't belong. Some people can be so judgy.

It was awesome. I was awesome. Because, you know, I'm me. Not that I like to brag or anything.

Being Lydia Bennet wasn't my first choice – I'd auditioned for the role of Elizabeth obviously. But since it's my first real show since finishing college, I'm still proud as fudge of myself for getting the part. Besides, one day I'll get that lead, I know it.

I slip into the only available seat, making sure to groan extra loud and hard because it's next to Walt, Reid's excruciatingly annoying best friend. Ever since Reid and Jemma became a thing a year ago and we all started hanging out, this guy has become the bane of my frigging existence. And sure, I'll be the first to admit that I have a tendency to over dramatize things, but not when it comes to him. Walt Vega is Evil. With a capital E, that's right.

It had started out innocently enough. I mean, I'd tried to be nice to the guy when we first met – even though he's kind of terrifying looking with all those tattoos and the three eyebrow rings and those piercing eyes, a brown so dark they're almost black. But every time I spoke he acted like I'd vomited up turds all over his jeans and then he had the nerve to call me a goblin who talked too much. Now that's was just mean. Then came the annoying texts – I still haven't forgiven Reid for giving him my number – which quickly moved onto verbal sparring matches between us every time we were unfortunate enough to be forced to spend time together, and that escalated into the stupid, irritating pranks that just make me want to tear my shiny blonde hair out. Like that time last month we were alone in his friend Christen's kitchen and he dared me to put my palms on the counter and balance two beers on the back of my hands and then he just left me there. So sure, I had to retaliate by signing his email up to a bunch of gay porn newsletters. But he went way overboard when he somehow charmed his way into the apartment I share with my cousin while I was out and stole all of my underwear and gave it to the super creepy homeless guy who lives by the back of our building. That was not cool. Not cool at all.

Walt is the worst.

What the hell are you supposed to be? he wants to know, set to full-on-abuse-Ibbie mode the second he sees me as always. He looks me up and down with those dark eyes. They match his dark, evil little soul.

Take a wild frigging guess, dumb ass.

An escaped mental patient?

I gesture to my black and yellow striped shorts