Addict. Drunk.
Selfish. Gifted.
Titles define
me.
Titles bring
people to me. Good, bad, and ugly.
I’ve never
thought much about titles. They have always been part of me.
Frigid.
Introvert. Loner. Bookworm.
Titles were
given to me.
Titles that have
staying power.
They have always
been there, in the back of my mind, screaming at me--making me miserable.
Titles describe
us to the outside world.
I am invisible.
They think they
know me.
Have you ever
read a story that is just SO good, that you imagine that this has happened in
the authors' life? It can only be one of two things...it is real life, or they
are just that amazing of a writer, to make you think such. Well, let me tell
you that this is Hayley Faiman with Fraud. Is this a true story? Or are her
writing abilities just that good? Either way, this story is gripping. It pulls
you in and does not let go until the very end. However, with that being said,
you are still left reeling. I need more in my life. I’m not ready to let go of
Beaumont and Hutton. They’re just so amazing together. Even almost a decade
cannot keep their love from blossoming. Ever heard the saying “absence makes
the heart grow fonder”? Well, it’s absolutely true for this duo. I love them. I
love their relationship. I love their quirkiness and their no-holds-barred kind
of love. It’s addicting and it’s what every couple strives for. Fame and drama
be damned; they can overcome anything.
Hayley’s writing
knows no bounds. She will take you on a trip, an adventure, and is smiling the
whole time while telling it. You can tell that she loves what she does. She’s
creative and inspirational and in love with her characters. If you have yet to
read the awesomeness that is Ms. Faiman, do yourself a favor and introduce
yourself today!
“How am I going
to function without you, now that I have you?” he asks softly.
I hum, leaning
forward and touching my lips to his. “Sixteen weeks is a long time, but I’ll be
here when you’re finished. When you’re ready to come home and relax.”
His hand moves
to my cheek, his warm palm cups me as his eyes search mine. “If I could get
away with bringing you for the entire time, if you would close up shop, I’d pay
all your bills for four months and I’d keep you at my side,” he rasps.
“You need to do
this on your own, for you, for your health.”
“I do,” he
agrees with a nod. “As long as you come to visit me. I’ll leave you my current
itinerary, you circle the dates you and Laurie want to come and I’ll take care
of everything else.”
I bite my bottom
lip, trying to shake my head, but he doesn’t let me. His thumb pulls my lip
from between my teeth and he grins.
“It’s too much,”
I whisper.
His grin widens
to a breathtaking smile. “For you? Never. I want you there.”
“Okay.”
“Wrote two songs
with you sleepin’ in another room, you’re my woman and my muse. Need you with
me, Hutton.”
“Need?” I ask,
arching a brow.
“Want. Need.
Crave. Desire. Demand. Whatever you want to call it. All I know is that the
world looks a little brighter and makes a bit more sense when I’m with you.” He
leans forward, his mouth brushing against mine, but he doesn’t take it away.
“And when I’m inside of you, fuckin’ bliss, darlin’ girl.”
“Beaumont,” I
breathe, unable to say anything else.
As an only
child, Hayley Faiman had to entertain herself somehow. She started writing
stories at the age of six and never really stopped.
Born in
California, she met her now-husband at the age of sixteen and married him at
the age of twenty in 2004. After all of these years together, he’s still the
love of her life.
Hayley’s husband
joined the military and they lived in Oregon, where he was stationed with the US
Coast Guard. They moved back to California in 2006, where they had two little
boys. Recently, the four of them moved out to the Hill Country of Texas, where
they adopted a new family member, a chocolate lab named Optimus Prime.
Most of Hayley’s
days are spent taking care of her two boys, going to the baseball fields for
practice, or helping them with homework. Her evenings are spent with her
husband and her nights—those are spent creating alpha book boyfriends.
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