It has a gorgeous cover, doesn't it? Plus, it's a dark romance anthology! Multiple explicit dark stories for you to enjoy. I will warn you though, it is more "dark erotica" than simply "explicit dark romance". Nevertheless, if that's your thing, how about we explore more of it together?

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Here are the anthology's trigger warnings: sexually explicit scenes – profanity – mention of child, physical, and sexual abuse – death – fire – slut shaming

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Excerpt from Bad Liar: A Dark Romance Anthology

My gut has been twisted all day.

First, I watched as she sobbed alone in a graveyard. Only a heartless monster wouldn’t feel anything as she sat there in the cold. But I am a monster, my choices in life have forever cemented my place there.

 I knew she would go back to the bookstore after. It’s always been her safe place, her home away from home. She’s spent hours in the little nook reading to children or helping somebody find what they didn’t know they wanted. She’s captivating in her love of books, and it draws people to her. It drew me to her.

But I wasn’t ready for the things I saw when she got to the store. My heart, or the place where my heart would be, sank when I saw a little boy run to her. The way he wrapped around her, left no doubt that he is her son.  

She’s a mother. The thought was still echoing in my head as I watched her embrace some guy. There was love between them, easy enough to see from across the street.  

Now she’s alone, walking down the street towards her bank. How do I know this? Because I know her. Probably better than the guy who tucked her hair behind her ear. Just the thought has my jaw tightening.  Where is this guy now as she walks down the street alone?

I stick to the shadows. There’s no reason for her to know that I’m here. Truthfully, I could have gone home already. But I won’t leave until she makes her deposit and is safely in her car. My phone vibrates in my pocket, I know who it is without looking at the screen.

“You didn’t tell me about her kid.” I snap into the phone. Avoiding unneeded pleasantries.

“God damn it, Sawyer.” Dalton’s voice is horse and clipped in my ear. “You shouldn’t be there, and her life now isn’t something I’m required to tell you about.”

“I should have been told,” I snarl back.

I glance up to see if she’s made it to the bank, but she’s gone. I end my call without a word and look around trying to find where she could be. There’s an ally right before the bank. What if somebody grabbed her?

Leaving my place in the shadow of a building I move to the alley. My pace quickening with my pulse. Just then she comes out of the bakery in front of me. There’s no time to react, so I turn my back to her. Praying she doesn’t pay attention.

I hear her breath hitch, “Adam?” She says it just above a whisper, but with all the hope of a woman lost.

“Sorry, my name is Sawyer.” I don’t turn around, not even to speak over my shoulder. Instead, I pull the collar of my coat closer to my face.

“Sorry, my mistake.” The hope in her voice crumbles.

I start walking back in the direction I came. It’s time to go. Maybe Dalton was right, I shouldn’t be here. But I had to see her for myself.