<p><strong style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 1); color: rgba(33, 37, 41, 1)">Denial is just another type of lie. But sometimes it's all a girl has.</strong></p><p><br></p><p><strong style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 1); color: rgba(33, 37, 41, 1)"><em>Giselle</em></strong></p><p><br></p><p><span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 1); color: rgba(33, 37, 41, 1)">Okay, so I threw a glass of beer in his face the first time I saw him. I thought he was his cousin and that he was treating my best friend badly.</span></p><p><span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 1); color: rgba(33, 37, 41, 1)">It was an honest mistake. I didn't know the psycho was going to see it as a challenge and form a fixation on me. My answer was a firm resounding no.</span></p><p><span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 1); color: rgba(33, 37, 41, 1)">But that didn't seem to stop him. And when a group of drunk guys decided to follow me home one night after I left the Den, I had to admit, it paid to have a stalker who was six foot six inches of pure, tattooed muscle.</span></p><p><span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 1); color: rgba(33, 37, 41, 1)">Angel Fury was something to behold, and now that he made it into my bed, I was afraid he'd slithered into other places. Like my heart. There was only one way to get rid of the man who would only cause me pain in the end.</span></p><p><em style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 1); color: rgba(33, 37, 41, 1)">Deny. Deny. Deny.</em></p><p><br></p><p><span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 1); color: rgba(33, 37, 41, 1)">***</span></p><p><br></p><p><strong style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 1); color: rgba(33, 37, 41, 1)"><em>Angel</em></strong></p><p><br></p><p><span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 1); color: rgba(33, 37, 41, 1)">The first time I saw Giselle Vega, I knew I wanted her. The curvy goddess stood toe to toe with a monster like me and didn't even bat an eyelash. It wasn't every day I met a woman feisty enough to take me on.</span></p><p><span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 1); color: rgba(33, 37, 41, 1)">She could keep spouting her pitiful lies, but I knew the truth. I felt it every time I touched her. She was crazy about me. And I wanted to keep her. I just had to get her addicted. So, I decided to lay in wait, like the Viper I was.</span></p><p><span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 1); color: rgba(33, 37, 41, 1)">That was the thing about snakes. Sure, we hibernated at times, but we always struck when least expected.</span></p><p><span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 1); color: rgba(33, 37, 41, 1)">My pretty Little Doll had no idea what was coming for her.</span></p><p><br></p><p><strong style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 1); color: rgba(33, 37, 41, 1)">Pitiful Lies is the third in the contemporary romance series of connected standalones,&nbsp;Jersey Bad Boys. This series features familiar tropes such as enemies to lovers, forced proximity, arranged marriages, secret babies, and contains some violence and explicit scenes.</strong></p><p><br></p>