Falling for the Liar Book 2 (out of 5)

My life isn’t a screenplay, but if it were, my story pitch might read something like this:

Aspiring screenwriter/bartender decided to take a risk when her plane gets stranded in the Windy City, the hometown of her holiday crush.

…on Valentine’s Day.

Cupid’s idea of a cruel joke? Or maybe fate hid Shawn Rosstav’s driver’s license in my pocket for a reason.

If I wrote our reunion scene, showing up on his doorstep unannounced would be the perfect grand gesture. We’d pick up right where we left off: in each other’s arms.

I wish just this once I could be like the bold heroines I write.

What if true love isn’t just for the silver screen?

Will my mystery man want to see me again… or does he kiss and forget?