Inked in Lies, an all consuming friends to lovers romance from Wall Street Journal bestselling author Giana Darling, is available now!
5 Nova’s Flower Child Crowns
Inked in Lies is without a doubt my absolute favorite book by Giana to date. Her lyrical prose wrenches you immediately into the story consuming your mind, body and soul until the very last page. I love MC romances they are one of my favorite genera’s because they are about more than just romance, they are about unyielding loyalty and brotherhood the runs deeper and stronger than blood. And with the Fallen MC you get that in spades, each book, each character is steadfast in their allegiance to each other and the club, but the passion and possession they feel towards their women is unmatched. I died for this book.
Lila was amazing this girl just stole my heart and ran away with it. She has the biggest, kindest heart and soul of anyone. She’s been through some awful things in her life that could have changed her, made her hard and bitter but they didn’t. Her bright beautiful light still shines and brings happiness to those around her. You can’t help but become drawn into this girls orbit because she exudes such warmth and love. Her loyalty is unquestionable, she may not have an old man or brother holding her to the Fallen but she is family none-the-less. And this girl goes to battle for her family without a question, without a doubt, she would die for them.
Nova stunningly beautiful and broken Nova. This man just sliced right through my heart and tore it straight from my chest. Nova is more complex and layered than I could have ever imagined. I always just thought of him as the man whore who was always quick with a joke and a smile. But I was so very wrong, the depth’s with which he lives are vast and endless. As you go through the pages of this book and you start slowly peeling back those layers you get to see the broken man inside. His past kept me on the edge of my seat burning through the pages to find out more about him, and every knew thing I found broke my heart a little more for this man.
This book is so much more than I could have hoped for. Lila and Nova are pure heartbreaking perfection! The passion and chemistry between them feels like a physical entity that grows and expands as the book progresses until you feel suffocated with the sheer intensity of it. Giana has Slayed this story on so many levels. I live and breathe for the Fallen and can’t wait to see what happens next.
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4 Casanova and his Flower Child CROWNS
Lila had loved Nova, given him her heart, from the instant she set eyes on him, back when he was still Jonathon, the gangly teenager on the cusp of adulthood, before he earned the nickname Casanova. However, this was no shallow insta love for Lila. No this was an overwhelming, enduring love, a love sprung from one soul meeting another and in that moment feeling that they would never give their heart to another. If only life were that easy.
“It’s like loving someone because you were born loving them, like your parents or siblings, but more”
Their age gap and years of experience allowed Nova the time to move on with his life, without giving full rein to thoughts of a romantic future with Lila. She was definitely the more emotionally mature out of the both of them. However, my personal thoughts are that I don’t think Nova was a bad man when it came to Lila. Even though some of his actions seemed cruel, and I didn’t agree with them, he was just trying to be realistic, albeit heavy handed, but he stayed true to himself. I also didn’t see Lila as weak for loving him without getting anything but friendship in return. The heart wants what the heart wants sometimes and there’s no denying it.
“You’ve been my hero since the day we met and you’ve only proved it again and again over the years”
For a long time I questioned whether their relationship should be anything but platonic. I was invested in them as friends and I really enjoyed Nova’s devotion and the intensity of that friendship. I did, however, particularly love the way this author put words in Nova’s mouth and thoughts in his head, so that when this rough and ready biker spoke to us about Lila, his feelings for her, they flowed so beautifully like poetry. Perhaps he felt more than he was willing to openly reveal and I began to realise that Lila was not alone in wanting more.
Of course this wouldn’t be The Fallen without the ever present threat of danger, that undercurrent of pending violence, that has you on the edge of your seat wondering when the axe is going to drop. The loyalty and camaraderie between these bikers, this family, continues to blow me away.
I will just mention that the copy I read did have editing, continuity/timeline issues, but these did not affect my enjoyment of the story.
From Wall Street Journal bestselling author Giana Darling comes a new friends-to-lovers, MC romance about the asshole biker next door and the girl who loves him.
He moved in next door.
Handsome as sin, older in a way that meant forbidden.
He had tattoos on his hands and wickedness tucked in his grin.
I was a goner as a girl to a man they called Casanova for a reason.
He would never love me, at least not the way I needed him to.
I tried to move on.
But I couldn’t turn my back on him or The Fallen MC.
So when they needed me most, I offered the only thing of value I could use to help them.
And when helping them meant putting my life on the line, Nova had to decide just how much he was willing to do to get me out alive.
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It was a heady fuckin’ thing, bein’ someone’s sunshine, their rain, their entire ecosystem. But it was dangerous too. ’Cause I would raze that all to the ground with one wrong move, one of my stupid mistakes. And it would be gone, laid to waste forever. This was better, rippin’ out the weeds of romanticism I’d been so stupid to sow in her heart. The other stuff, with time, would survive. We’d always be family, and eventually, we’d get back to our friendship. Two years hadn’t ruined us, what was a few more in an effort to heal her heart and give her the chance to win someone better? I sat on the edge of the bed, dressed, boots tied, hands in my hair ’cause I couldn’t shake this feelin’ I was bein’ a fuckin’ dumbass for endin’ it even though I knew it was right. “Sneaking out?” she whispered. I looked over my shoulder at her, the sheet clingin’ to the curve of her hip, the flowers I’d inked on her back vivid against her dark skin and the white covers. My fingers twitched to trace them. “Nothin’ about this is easy, Li,” I admitted. “I feel like I’m hurtin’ you if I do, hurtin’ you if I don’t. I’m just tryin’ to find the best option here. You might not believe it, but I’m tryin’ to do what’s best for you.” She blinked up at me, those wide, long lashed eyes that had stared up at me for years, so trustin’ and lovin’ were now shuttered, guarded against me. My heart rattled against the cage of my ribs, strugglin’ to get out. To get to her. “I know you think you aren’t good enough. I know you’ve always had that kernel of doubt about yourself because you were different, and growing up, people told you that made you bad. I know Meredith solidified that for you. But I want you to think it about it like this,” she took a deep breath, and I braced for her words. “You saying your not worthy enough? It’s like me saying the same just because Ignacio is my father, and I have his blood. I choose every day to be better than what he gave me, Nova, even though he’ll always be a part of me. You could make the choice to be better than what you think you are, for me, if you wanted.” She had a way of sayin’ someone’s name like that. The same way she said the names of flower varieties, as if each word itself was a novel, and she was tryin’ to convey a summary of the entire thing in one word. I’d memorized the way she said Nova, as if it was the great novel ever written. As if it was a sacred text she’d studied, runnin’ her hands over the pages until they went cotton smooth with use and lovin’. I wanted to be that for her, to try for her, to love her better every day, but how selfish would it be to keep her in this life of mine? Lou and Z had been separated for months by prison, Cressida had lost her King. Wouldn’t I just be condemning Li to a similar fate somewhere down the line? “You know, Nova, I’ve loved you all my life. Since the day I first saw you across the street stepping out of that minivan, I thought you were the most beautiful thing I’d ever seen.” She laughed softly, and I thought I’d never heard a laugh so full of grief and mourning. “But for a pretty boy, you have an ugly heart.” “Lila,” I started, but my voice was wrong, strangulated by the cobra of emotion twined around my throat, squeezin’ the life outta me. “Don’t say that. Not you. I’d fuckin’ rip out my own heart to see you safe, to see one fuckin’ smile on your face.” She was so fuckin’ lovely in her despair, tragic in a romantic way like Juliet before her Romeo. Of course, even my Flower Child made heartbreak look pretty. “That’s just it. You could make me smile every day for the rest of my life so easily. All I’ve ever wanted was your love.” “I love you,” I said instantly, but the words fell flat and heavy when they should have soared, hollow and cheap as a children’s toy dropped to the floor. “Not enough,” she declared with a sad kind of triumph as if I’d put her outta her misery in some horrific way. As if she’d just been waitin’ for me to disappoint her all along. “Not enough,” she repeated softly. “Not enough to even try.” I watched her with my heart in my goddamn throat as she got up, naked and glorious as a nymph crossin’ my path, and went to the bathroom. Before she closed the door, she turned to me and said, “I hope you’re gone when I come back. And you should know, this time? I’m not waiting for you.”
Giana Darling is a USA Today, Wall Street Journal, and Top 40 Amazon bestselling Canadian romance author who specializes in the taboo and angsty side of love and romance. She currently lives in beautiful British Columbia where she spends time riding on the back of her man’s bike, baking pies, and reading snuggled up with her cat Persephone.
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