His Little Wife Lie by Sloan Storm + Giveaway


Title: His Little Wife Lie

Author: Sloan Storm

Genre: Contemporary Romance
Release Date: April 26, 2019


That’s what Griff Foster said right after he asked me to be his wife.

Sweet, isn’t he?

Let’s be real: his proposal had nothing to do with romance. Falling in love isn’t in his DNA. With piercing blue eyes and a hard body to match, he goes through women like candy.
But he saved my life.
I promised I’d repay him. I should learn when to keep my mouth shut.

Griff needs a Mrs. Right Now, and he’s convinced I’m the perfect actress.

In case I have any doubts, there are seven badly needed zeroes on a check with my name on it to help make up my mind.
We’re totally fake. Nothing but lies.

Except the way his lips feel on mine.

Except the way his touch sets my body ablaze.

Except the way my soul aches when he looks into my eyes.

He says that without me, he loses everything.

But if I’ve got the upper hand, why does it feel like he’s in control?

There’s only one thing missing from this arrangement.

What happens to my heart when it’s over?


My review:

I don’t even know where to begin with this book. There is so much going on here, and not quite in a good way. Griff rescues Lily from an attempted rape by her boss’s nephew, who she had to go on some dates with in order to get a promotion at work. She lives with her single mother, and they are struggling financially. Soon after, Griff learns that he has to marry in a short amount of time in order to retain his inheritance and the company he’s been running for years. His solution? Pay the hot chick from the running trail to marry him after making sure she doesn’t have another job holding her back. Coincidentally, Lily learns that her absentee stepfather forged some loans and left her mother in debt for the same amount Griff will pay Lily. So she agrees.

I liked Lily for about 75% of the book, and Griff for about half I guess. The back and forth between them made my head spin – there was just one or two plot twists too much. They went from fake engaged to practically instalove and engaged for real, then off and on a few more times. Lily would find out about a secret Griff was keeping or something he’d done to get his way, hate him, he’d charm her into forgiveness, rinse and repeat. Lily would go from hating him to proclaiming her love so fast I had whiplash. But it seems she had a prime example – her mother hated her ex husband for so many years for leaving her to pay for his fraud, but once he comes back into the picture and apologizes they’re back together like nothing ever happened. So many things had happened that by the time we got to Tabitha’s origins I just laughed and said “Of COURSE she is,” because that’s just how this book works. My favorite characters in the book were Gretchen, the flight attendant, Jules the nurse, and Terrance, Griff’s… assistant? Butler? His role was never quite defined.

Rating: ♥♥♥ It’s absurd, but it isn’t nonredeemable. And it is entertaining, as long as you seriously suspend your disbelief. Read it as if you’re watching a movie in the vein of The Hangover – all kinds of crazy, out-there shit that you can’t help but laugh at.


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That was it!
What kind of fucking game was he trying to play? I made a complete fool out of myself, then he tried to turn it around on me! No one was going to treat me like this, especially not him.
Once in my room, I raced toward the closet, grabbed my bag, and dragged it out. Fuck this place!
Tiny Me chimed in. No, no! Wait! What are you doing? The money!
“I don’t care about the money!” I yelped, clutching my fingers into fists. “Don’t you understand? I care about him!” Oh shit. No. No.
I sensed a presence in the doorway. “What did you say?”
“Stay away from me.” I spun in place, biting my lip and sputtering hate. “I’m leaving. You can’t stop me.”
He didn’t listen. Of course. I mean, why start now?
Marching right toward me, Griff continued, “You said you cared about me. Don’t try
and deny it.”
Yeah, no kidding. You ass. “Of course, I do! Jesus! Do you know how many men I’ve offered my virginity to? Do you? Take a wild guess.”
Griff didn’t respond. What could he say? He already knew the answer.
I poked him in the chest. “Just one. Guess how that went over?”
Griff’s nostrils flared. His eyes narrowed. I was pissing him off. Well. Good! Now he knew how I felt!
“Move,” I snarled, edging past him.
I felt the handle of my suitcase rip free from my hand. By the time I turned to look and
see what happened, he’d swept me up me in his arms, racing for the bed.
“Put me down!” I floated in his embrace until he slammed me with a thump,
pinning me beneath him. Struggle was useless, but I gave it everything I had,
jerking from side-to-side until the instant his lips found mine.
Oh fuck. No! Yes. Yes. Yeeessss…
The passion from his kiss ripped through my body like wildfire, reigniting the embers he left smoldering inside of me with his refusal. Griff’s pelvis pressed into me, the impossible hardness between his legs threatened to reawaken my lust into an inferno until my wits returned.
“Stop!” I gasped, breaking my mouth free. My palms went flat, shoving against his
torso. “Get off of me!”
His gaze gave me the answer. Never. Griff ignored my pleas and gripped harder, making me feel he’d crush me into dust if I uttered another word. Reaching up, I clawed and scratched, digging my nails into the steel of his thick chest. But my rage only stoked him, and he groaned, his mouth invading mine again, filling it with his tongue. My resistance turned to vapor, whisps of hate floating away from me while Griff took what he wanted.
At last, he pulled away. I looked at him, my vision glassy from the struggle, each of us
fighting for a breath.
“We can’t.” I exhaled. “It’s a mistake.”
Wait. That wasn’t no. Was it?
He licked his lips and sank his pelvis deeper, driving it hard between my legs. I stifled
a whimper.
“You’re right,” he hummed, reaching for one of my tits, cupping it in his grasp. Uhhh. My eyes rolled back in my head, his touch had me on the verge of blackout.
“It’s the biggest mistake of all,” he warned. “No turning back. No way out.”
No way out. His words reached into my soul, giving me the answer my brain couldn’t. I don’t want one. Don’t give me one. If you do, I might take it.
Wordless, Griff moved over me, a shadow threatening the last shreds of my chastity. With my legs spread and my innocence at risk, I inched my mouth toward his lips when he whispered his final threat.
“At last.”
Author Bio
Sloan Storm pens imaginative yarns based on dominant men and
the women who challenge them. As such, power plays and passion are the heart of
each and every story.
The writer’s creative tendencies may drift as the mood
strikes, but the essence of all tales told wind up back at the same place…
the polarizing difference between the sexes.
After all, what else is there in life?
When not glued to a keyboard creating tales of whimsy, Sloan
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