Saint View Prison, #1
Nothing prepares you for finding your sister’s lifeless body covered in blood.
But when the police arrest her ex, a man I know is innocent, I can’t sit by and do nothing.
Not when I’ve been secretly in love with him for years.
Heath may not want my help, but I won’t take no for an answer.
To catch a killer, I’m forced to take a job at Saint View Prison. Maximum security. The place they send the worst of the worst.
But it’s not just Heath who doesn’t want me there.
Rowe, the sinfully sexy head guard has made it clear I don’t belong. I’d tell him where to go with my middle finger up, if my skin didn’t prickle with awareness every time he touches me.
And then there’s Liam, hotshot lawyer and my old high school enemy. All that tension and chemistry is still there, burning between us like flames. I need his help, but I’ll be damned if I beg for it.
With every lie we uncover, every secret we expose, the danger mounts.
Until there’s only one thing we know for sure.
The killer is still out there.
And I’m his next target.
Locked Up Liars is an adult, #whychoose romance, meaning the main character has more than one love interest. This book contains enemies-to-lovers and romantic suspense / dark themes that may trigger some readers. It is the first book in an ongoing trilogy.
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He stood and crossed the gap between us to stand in front of me. "Boss didn't tell me the new teacher was a woman." He swore low under his breath. "Probably because I would have told him I wasn't doing it."
"Doing what? As far as I know, I’m the one who’s here to teach. Not you. All you need to do is show me where my classroom is. Then you can wander off to whichever bridge you crawled out from underneath."
A muscle ticked in his jaw. "Of course you think it's that simple. Because you're so green you're practically Kermit."
I might have laughed if I hadn’t also been contemplating punching him. "Well then, I guess that makes you Miss Piggy. Can we go?"
He shook his head, eyes rolling toward the ceiling. But he motioned toward the security door. "Don't say I didn't warn you."
He punched a code into the security panel and I grabbed the door before he could, opening it for myself. I took a deep breath, trying to remain calm. I was going to have to work with this man. We'd gotten off on the wrong foot for sure, but I didn't want this to be the way we went on. This workplace would be hostile enough as it is. I didn't need my colleagues adding to it.
Though it went against every instinct in my body, I was willing to try to be the bigger person. "I'm Mae, by the way."
He didn't bother glancing in my direction. "I know. I've seen your driver’s license, remember?" The corner of his mouth flickered up. "Nice photo, by the way."
Oh. This guy. Screw being the bigger person. My driver’s license picture looked like I'd spent the night before partying on a pirate ship with a parrot sitting in my hair. I had no idea how I had managed to take such a bad photo. I totally blamed the guys at the DMV for not telling me my sunglasses had snagged and completely ruined my ponytail. "And yours is perfect, I guess? Hand it over, then."
"Not a chance. But I will say that at least I know what a comb is."
Fine. If he wanted to play it like that, two could play at that game. I reached over and grabbed the little plastic ID tag hanging from his shirt pocket. It clipped off easily, and I stepped away from him so he couldn't snatch it back. "Rowe Prichard." I glanced over at him, expecting him to look annoyed that I'd taken his ID, but he simply strolled along the corridor like nothing bothered him. And when I looked at his photo, I realized why.
"Is this one of your modelling photos? Because this is not normal. Nobody looks this good in a passport photo."
He smirked, and took the ID back from me, snapping it back onto his shirt. "I do."
I couldn't have rolled my eyes harder if I tried. "Well, at least I know your name now. Rowe."
"Prichard to you."
Oooh. A twitch I could exploit. It was my turn to smirk. "No. I think I'll stick with Rowe." I started humming “Row, Row, Row your Boat,” beneath my breath.
It was small, but the flash of annoyance that crossed his features gave me a sick sense of satisfaction.
Annoying Rowe might just be my new favorite thing to do.