#NewRelease “Half Truths” by Claire Contreras

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Half Truths by Claire Contreras

Suspense Romance

Sarah’s Musings…


Claire Contreras, since the moment I found her as a reader, has been a one-click author for me. Her storylines always vary – sports romance, drama, contemporary romance. But where she has always captivated is with her suspense romance, so to find out she was returning to this trope had my excitement level at an all time high. And let me tell you, she delivered.

Logan is equal parts broody and romantic hero. He has that mysterious and alluring air about him from the moment we meet him, but I loved that through Amelia we get to see a softer side to this man. We see an actual heart below the surface and a man with true integrity. I absolutely fell head over heals for Logan.

Mae, for a wealthy rich girl, is truly relatable. Her motivation to be there, the desire to be more than her parent’s name, and the need to help her sibling will all resonate with the reader. Amelia also possesses one of my favorite attributes of a heroine, she is smart. I liked that she wanted to be independent, that she held people accountable, and that she was dogged in her pursuit of the truth.

The plot is fantastic. The layered secrets, the foreshadowing laced in the plot, will keep readers on their toes, and Claire has built a world so intriguing I needed more as soon as it was over. There is so much here, so much corruption and possibilities, that I need to know more. And while this isn’t a cliff hanger (Logan and Amelia’s story is over), there is so much possibility and intrigue in it all. I’m utterly consumed by this world.

Half Truths enthralled me from the prologue. Everything from the chemistry between Logan and Amelia to the secret societies and the hidden truths had me at the edge of my seat, chomping at the bit for more. Claire has certainly created your next must read for suspense lovers.

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You’ve heard of these groups – the secretive ones that only the crème de la crème are invited into, the ones outsiders speculate about for centuries – I’m the second in my family invited to attend, but to them, I’m fresh meat. New blood. New money, too.

They think they’ll elbow past me, that I’m here for their amusement, for them to walk all over, they’ll find out soon enough that I’m not.

I may look like one of them, with my designer bags and clothes straight from the Parisian runways, but I’m not. I’m here for answers, to take revenge for blood spilt on their centuries old Persian rugs.

I transferred here in search for answers about what happened to my older brother, who hightailed out of here, and my friend who seemingly disappeared into thin air. I certainly wasn’t here for the attention of the star hockey player, regardless of how much he willed my eyes his way. I wasn’t here for his scrutiny or his judgment or to read into his mysterious aura. I was here for the society, because only they held the answers I needed. That was, until I found out that in order to get those answers, I needed to go through him. He’s saying if I want in, I have to play by their rules, follow their lead.

It’s a game I’m willing to play.

I may be the second person I know of to be invited into their society, but I’ll be the first to make it out intact.

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“You made me ruin my toga.”

“What are you doing in here?”

“Getting drunk.” I shut the faucet and looked at him, blinking when I finally got a good look.

He looked like he belonged in a toga, like an emperor, and the rest of us mere thespians in a school play. Logan, with his dark hair—tame yet messy—his dark green eyes, his golden skin and roped muscle, in a toga was definitely something to be admired.

“You’re staring.”

“I’m drunk.” I closed my eyes, shaking my head.

“Yet you’re still drinking, apparently.” He closed the distance between us just as I opened my eyes and suddenly he was standing within touching distance, kissing distance, and my heart couldn’t seem to handle the mixture of his proximity and the alcohol swooshing in my brain.

“You know what? You should just kiss me.”

“Oh yeah?” His lips twitched. “Why’s that?”

“Because the last time we kissed it was pretty good.” I leaned closer to him. “And you obviously wanna do it again.”

“Is that so?” He chuckled as he brought his hand to my face.

“It is.” I searched his eyes. He was entirely too amused and apparently too sober.

“Do you want me to kiss you?” His thumb caressed my jaw as I nodded. “Tell me.”

“I want you to kiss me so bad you have no idea.” My arm felt like lead as I lifted it and draped it over his naked neck. I let it slide and grabbed onto his shoulder blade. “You have a big muscle here.”

Logan laughed. “Oh, Mae.”

“What?” I blinked. “Are you going to kiss me or what?”


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