Grand Lies by JC Hawke

They say love makes the world go around.
Mason Lowell set mine spinning.
One night.
Three kisses.
And the promise of more when morning came.
While the city of London slept, he made good on our promise. Only to cut me with his words as the sun broke.
I ran from him—I always ran. But Mason Lowell was different, and he wouldn’t let me go without a fight, finding my flaws and embedding himself into them.
My push was strong. I spent my whole life perfecting it. But his pull was unashamedly stronger, and the rope he bound around my heart was his to pull at will.
Love was shared—so much love. Promises were made—he broke every one. And then just when I think we are playing in the same key…
The music stops.