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I can believe anything, provided that it is quite incredible.
Oscar Wilde

 Torrid Tarot: Bona Fide Liar was a pleasure to read and quick to boot. I completed the story not too long after my wash finished. Ms. Garnier did a marvelous job of entertaining and I welcome the opportunity to read more of her work.
~ JERR, 5 Stars

Just when I was wondering if maybe I was totally suckered in by a beginner’s lucky streak of good stories, Bona Fide Liar has sealed the coffin shut. Red Garnier is the truth, the real deal and everything great when it comes to hot and heavy romance. I am so hooked on Ms. Garnier and her ability to create stories that speak to my deepest fantasies; I can’t wait to see what freaky escapades she comes up with next.
~ Joyfully Reviewed, Recommended Read

Bona Fide Liar is a fabulous story. Red Garnier builds the sexual tension between Carly and Alex in every word they speak to each other. Alex could come across as a heel for his lies, but he really doesn't. He is just a man, fallible and yet undeniably sexy. Carly's mixed emotions towards Alex lead to sex scenes that will blow your mind.

Red Garnier continues to amaze me with the depth of passion she is able to express in her love scenes. Bona Fide Liar is a book you won't be able to put down. Be warned though! You will need a cold shower or a hot man after reading this awesome tale!
~ TwoLips Reviews, 5 Lips

In a company striving to keep its workers happy, relaxed and creative, it was not a good thing to spend a morning sulking over creativity problems.

Rising from her desk and working the kinks out of her shoulders, Carly decided to try to solve her dilemma by heading to one of the “thinking lounges” off the lobby. She strode into the spacious, ominously silent room, obviously the only person in the whole company experiencing a block today.

That fact didn’t help lift her spirits at all.

Narrowing her eyes against the blinding sunlight that stole past the tall arched windows, she crossed the room and plopped down on a faux-suede orange beanbag in a far corner, grateful for the tall recycled-paper screen that shielded her from view. Carly had lately preferred this hidden spot because it was important her nemesis never, ever know when she was having a severe brain crisis. She would rather eat dog food than give him something to gloat about.

Okay, now think, she urged, dropping her gaze to the black-and-white-checkered floor while she willed Ideas—the lifeblood of her industry—into her mind.

Oh, Ideas, cooome to Carly…

When they didn’t immediately hop to, she closed her eyes and sighed. Relaxation and a positive attitude were essential to creativity, so she drew in several deep, steadying breaths and fought to welcome Ideas into her brain. Anything at this point would have been welcome. Even lousy Ideas. Of course, some good ones would be even better. Good Ideas that would improve the Yoodle search engine, their cash flow, their client base, their advertisers and more importantly, her position in this company. Something that would beat the ever-flowing, disgustingly genius ideas of her long-time nemesis…

She’d been too busy struggling with her dilemma to realize several of her male colleagues had settled down on the leather sofas at the other end of the room. From their bantering and loud voices, one would never guess they were seated in the modern, luxurious thinking lounge of Yoodle’s Houston corporate offices. She could’ve sworn they thought themselves drunk and in a sorry, cheap bar, because they were discussing equally cheap topics of conversation. She distinctly heard the phrase, “You check out her ass yet?”

The concept of the thinking lounge seemed to have escaped them completely.

The recycled-paper screen, which now took on the importance of a massive wall of fortitude, kept her presence unknown. Carly was blissfully grateful for it, because she wanted no one running upstairs to tell her odious enemy she’d been spotted at the thinking lounge.

Not when he rarely seemed to have any troubles himself.

She’d already decided to ignore the intruders completely when her name came up as the topic of conversation, and that was the sole reason she was now spying on them. Really.

“I think I’m asking Carly Sanders to the three-year anniversary dinner.” Now this was what had intrigued her. This unwanted…invitation. It was Gregory Hutchinson speaking, a man she’d spoken to three times at most in her whole career at Yoodle.

She dearly hoped he didn’t ask her, because she’d feel pretty bad having to say no, or worse, saying yes out of politeness and then pretending to get sick in order not to go. Gratefully, she heard another voice, deep and husky and extremely sexy, say, “Sorry, Gregg, but she’s already taken.”

“By who?” a third male voice she didn’t recognize asked.

“By me, you moron,” the sexy voice said.

Her heart skipped a beat when she realized that low, unfairly sexy voice could only belong to one person on this entire planet. Her nemesis. His name was Alexander Callahan, and he was only one of the most creative minds at Yoodle, not to mention the proud bearer of one of the largest egos in worldwide history. He was almost a god around the office, which just goes to show what the world has come to. The man was a real jerk!

“You’re taking Carly Sanders?” Gregory asked in disbelief.

“Yep.”

It was a staggering surprise to Carly as well.

She didn’t remember speaking to him recently, and that was not something she would easily forget. Usually their conversations had a way of replaying themselves in her mind, much to his sadistic pleasure, she was sure. And to prevent her from doing that slightly important thing called her job—which consisted, in short, of being paid to think of something other than Alex and the haunting pair of lips he just happened to own.

“That’s bullshit Alex,” the third voice, obviously belonging to a genius, said. “She doesn’t even like you, man.”

“Don’t be stupid, Rock, the woman adores me.”

Carly was certain she hadn’t heard correctly. She felt many, many things for Alexander Callahan, but adoration wasn’t among them.

She meant to keep it that way.

“Oh yeah? You screw around with her?” This came from Gregory. Carly bristled at his insensitive words, and would have loved to jump from behind the wall that separated them and shout, “That’s none of your damned business!”

Instead she settled for remaining very still and held her breath as she waited for the negative answer she was sure would follow.

“I just did her in the restroom.”

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