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.”
“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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