Lies Like Love

Lies Like Love

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Hi I'm Louisa Reid, author of two novels, 'Black Heart Blue' and 'Lies Like Love' published by Penguin Books in the UK. You can find my books in France, Germany, Brazil, Mexico and other countries too. As well as spending a huge amount of time writing, I'm an obsessive reader. I teach English at a school in Cambridge, because I love books and I love talking about them with young people. I'm delighted to be publishing the opening chapters of 'Lies Like Love' here. Please get in touch and let me know if you like what you read!
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This novella is available for sale on Amazon. To keep it forever, go buy it now! It's only 99 cents, and there is bonus material at the back you won't get on here. Abigail had a secret. I knew it soon after meeting her. She was different than other girls, and not just because she actually showed some interest in me. She was really different. I loved it. I loved her. But Abigail had a secret. Damian told me so, the first time I met him. I wasn't sure whether to believe him or not. He wasn't trustworthy. He wasn't nice. He was a terrifying figure, the embodiment of fear. But he was right. She had a secret. I'm sorry I keep repeating it. It's still hard to believe. How could somebody so gentle, nice, and loving be so... scary? That's the only word I knew to describe her after it all ended. Everything about her being was scary. Abigail was my life, I told myself. She was my everything. She left me with nothing. If she was my life, does that make this suicide? Email the author at davidkummer7@gmail.com **To see an interview about this novella, go here: http://buttonholed.blogspot.com/p/blog-page_14.html **

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