Just One Lie

Just One Lie

by Kyra Davis


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In the instant international sensation Just One Night, sensible Kasie Fitzgerald unleashed her passions—and found herself—through an explosive affair. In Just One Lie, we meet Kasie’s wild and tortured sister, whose impulsivity and lack of self-control has set off a chain of events that changes her family forever.

Melody Fitzgerald is the opposite of the “perfect” daughter. The lead singer of an indie rock band, she is impulsive and creative, with a rebellious streak that both defines her and becomes her greatest enemy. Her lover, the enticing and unpredictable Ash, shares her free spirit and penchant for trouble. On the face of it, he seems to be her perfect match.

So why is she so drawn to her soft spoken, reliable drummer, Brad Witmer? How can a man who wears polo shirts and reads the financial section of the paper be of any interest to her at all? And why on earth does someone like that appear to be so captivated by her?

Before she knows it, Melody finds herself on a path of self-discovery, passion, and affairs of the heart. But will a dark secret from her past derail it all? Or will its exposure be the very thing that unburdens her heart and allows her to seek a future with the one man who loves her completely?

Product Details

ISBN-13: 9781476756868
Publisher: Gallery Books
Publication date: 07/28/2015
Series: Just One Night Series , #3
Pages: 368
Sales rank: 601,774
Product dimensions: 5.30(w) x 8.40(h) x 1.00(d)

About the Author

Kyra Davis is the New York Times bestselling author of Just One Night, “Just Once More”, Just One Lie, the Pure Sin series, the Sophie Katz mystery series, and the novel So Much for My Happy Ending. Now a full-time author and television writer, Kyra lives in the Los Angeles area with her husband, son, their leopard gecko, and their lovably quirky Labrador, Sophie Dogz. To learn more, visit KyraDavis.com or follow her on Twitter @_KyraDavis and Facebook.com/AuthorKyraDavis.

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Just One Lie

  • December 31, 1999

    THERE IS NOTHING more crushing than the ruin of a perfect moment.

    They happen so rarely, those fleeting instants when the energy is sparking and the music is penetrating your heart. And how can the music not be right? I’m the one who’s creating it. I’m behind the microphone. It’s my voice that fills the rooms of Apocalypse, this little piece of heaven and hell tucked away in the corner of Los Angeles’s Sunset and Vine. The crowd is made up of actors and writers and musicians, each one a different vessel for their art, each one moving to my songs, my rhythms, my passions. I can hear Tonio’s guitar holding up the sound, increasing its intensity as my voice rises higher and louder. Brad is setting the pace with his bold and dexterous beating of the drums. Traci’s fingers on the keyboard add gentle melody when my vocals get rougher, stronger, when my song demands that everyone here feel my sexuality, my strength, the force of my will.

    In less than thirty minutes the twenty-first century will begin, and no one knows what will happen. Some think that Y2K will propel Western society into chaos; others worry about terrorists and psychopaths; some say it’s the beginning of the end of the world.

    And I don’t care about any of that. I just don’t. I care about the moment. I care that I now have streaks of pink woven into my dark blond hair and the words Carpe Diem tattooed on the back of my shoulder. I care that the bodies on the dance floor are swaying and shaking, their excitement and approval brilliantly clear in this dimly lit space. I care about the walls of the club that look like they’re made of stone and the graceful curvature of the ceiling, arched like a Byzantine cathedral. I can feel the eyes of some of these men on me. That gorgeous black man in the corner, the fair-haired muscle boy dancing so close to the stage, the older gentleman at the bar—they all want me. Because right now I have the dynamism, the control. I have the vitality that everyone wants to touch and share.

    It is the perfect moment . . . until I spot him standing near the corner of the room. He’s almost entirely in the shadows, his features barely visible, but still, I recognize him. There’s something about the way that man holds himself. Right now he’s leaning against a beam, his arms crossed over his chest, chin up. Like with a lion, it’s difficult to tell if he’s on the verge of sleeping or attacking. The first time I saw him—when was that, a year ago? No, over thirteen months since we met—I couldn’t stop staring. I loved his high, chiseled cheekbones and his lightly tanned skin that hinted at a possible Native American heritage, or maybe Latino. But then his bright green eyes insisted that the story wasn’t so straightforward. Oh, and I loved his tribal tattoos and the way his full lips curved into a slow, sensual smile when he saw me for the first time at that club in Seattle. An aspiring musician is how he described himself, but that night, when he sang to me, I could see that his talent was a lot more than aspirational.

    His first name is Ash—maybe it’s short for Asher or Ashley, I don’t know, and at the time I didn’t care. I just recall thinking that a man with a name like that had to have a story to tell, one that involved passion and adventure and yeah, okay, maybe a little destruction. We had talked for hours and I had felt like I understood him in a way that I had never understood anyone else. And then, later, I realized I didn’t know a thing about him. All our words and intimacies had left us strangers.

    Ash is the stranger who took my life.

    One night with him, one night of rapture. That’s all it took to put an end to Melody Fitzgerald.

    And as if killing me wasn’t enough, this son of a bitch has re­appeared and he’s fucking with my moment!

    I pull my eyes away and find Rick, the owner of the club, standing at the edge of the bar. Next to him is a couple. A man with light brown hair and chiseled chin with his arm wrapped around an ironed-straight blonde with the sinuous figure of a runway model. All these beautiful people are here to see me! That’s what I have to focus on. Not him. Never, ever him.

    And yet, even as I refuse to bring my eyes back to Ash, my mind can’t seem to leave him.

    The music pushes me forward, forcing me to continue even as I feel my chest tighten. There’s not enough air in here for this. How could I have not noticed that before? Tonio jumps into his guitar solo and I use the opportunity to take a deep breath, inadvertently inhaling the unmistakable scent of marijuana floating up from somewhere on the dance floor. Doesn’t matter, doesn’t matter. None of this can matter, nothing but the music and what it can do. With new resolve I fall back into the song, attacking it with even more ferocity than before. The crowd hears it and loves it.

    And now it’s me that’s moving, across the stage and back again, running, screaming, and the crowd screams right back. This is everything. But then there he is, leaning against that beam, just . . . watching me. Has he followed me? Isn’t one death enough for him? The question stirs up some of the rage I’ve been trying to set aside since our last meeting. Impulsively I knock the microphone stand to the ground with a smack of my open palm. The crowd thinks it’s part of the act and so I go on, finding that I can rejoice in anger as much as any other emotion. As we reach the last stanza, Traci’s and Tonio’s voices join mine, and the sound is an assault on anyone who would ever dream of challenging us. Maybe tomorrow they’ll say I’m a cross between Courtney Love and Fiona Apple. Maybe they’ll say the whole band is destined for fame and greatness. Yeah, that’s what they’ll say, those who are sober enough to remember. But right now they just cheer as our song comes to an end.

    “Thank you,” I whisper into the mic. I look back at Ash. Even from here I can see that he’s clapping, but it’s a slow, purposeful movement. He puts his hand to his mouth, kisses his palm, and then extends his arm leisurely toward me. It’s not so much that he’s blowing me a kiss as he is offering it to me. Inviting me to climb down from my pedestal and take it from him. Again I inhale deeply. “So, I gotta ask you guys something,” I continue. “It’s the end of an era and you’re bringing in the new millennium at Apocalypse listening to a band called fucking Resurrection. Is that tripping anyone else out?” There are yells of approval and at least one person cries hell yes! “By the way,” I add, “it’s really just Resurrection, only our parents call us fucking Resurrection.” General laughter and one woman screams out, “Parents suck!”

    Oooh, if these guys only knew how much I agree with that one. “In case you missed it, this stud on the guitar is Tonio.” Tonio strums out a few wrenching chords as the crowd cheers. “The hot chick in the leather mini is Traci.” Traci plays the opening piano notes of “Sympathy for the Devil.” It’s doubtful that this crowd recognizes it even as they whistle and scream for her, but I do, and the reference makes me laugh. “And allow me to introduce our new drummer! Brad’s only been with us for a week and he’s killing it, am I right?” The crowd roars as Brad launches into a drum solo that is so intense, so aggressive, and so beautiful I turn my back on the audience, momentarily forgetting all of them, even my killer, as I lock eyes with this man who must have sold his soul for this kind of talent. His lips curve into a little half smile as his sticks fly across the stretched membrane surfaces. Physically he doesn’t seem to fit with the rest of the group—too athletic, too clean cut, too aristocratic—but his viciously beautiful rhythm is downright sinful.

    When he ends with a perfectly executed clash, I realize for the first time that I’ve been holding my breath. The crowd cries out, solidifying the triumph as I match his smile with my own and slowly pivot back to the room. “And of course, I’m Mercy. I . . .” but I give up on continuing as the crowd erupts again, drowning me out with their cheers, chanting my name.

    My new name, a choice I made for myself only months ago, now reverberating through the room: Mercy, Mercy, Mercy. It’s on the lips and tongues of everyone in this room . . . except for his. Beneath the harmonious hum of voices, like an insidious undercurrent, I can hear his silent accusations: That is not who you are. You are not Mercy.

    I swallow and look into the spotlight, letting the light assault my vision, temporarily turning the entire club into a murky blur as the crowd quiets enough for me to speak again. “So we got”—I turn and point to the large red numbers projected by a laser clock onto the wall behind my head—“fifteen minutes until the four horsemen arrive. I’m thinking we better stop wasting time and get back into this!”

    The crowd cheers again. I spot Rick giving me a thumbs-up as the rugby guy next to him pumps his fist in the air. And again Tonio strums the strings of his guitar. And again my voice rises high then low, elating the crowd and giving me the fortitude to turn my thoughts away from the beast who watches me from the shadows.

    And when it’s 11:59 we stop midsong. I hold my hands up in the air and point to the numbers. “It’s almost Y2K time, people!” I cry and glance back at Rick, who is staring intently at his watch. And then he lifts his hand and begins to tick off the seconds with his fingers as I count them down into the mic, “Ten, nine, eight . . .”

    The crowd’s counting with me. “. . . seven, six . . .” The pretty blonde has pressed herself against her rugby companion, her lips hovering inches from his. “. . . five, four . . .” The beautiful black man has raised his glass in the air; a young woman behind him scrambles on top of the bar with a small video camera in her hand. “. . . three . . .” The muscle boy is pounding his fist against the stage. “. . . two, one!”

    And the room erupts. Confetti flies everywhere and the kind of fragmented light that comes from a disco ball splashes across the celebrants. Tonio pops a bottle of cheap champagne he’d been hiding in the wings and douses everyone in the band with it before passing it around. I let the bubbles tickle my tongue, then turn back to the microphone and launch into a happier, more celebratory tune. The people standing beneath us have woven together like vines against the wall, limbs tangled with limbs, lips against lips. There is no separation, no individual distinctions. They have all become a snarled mass of exhilaration and lust.

    Except for Ash. He continues to just stand there, apart from all of it. He’s simply watching me. Waiting for me to come to him and claim my kiss.

    And I want it. I want the kiss of my killer.

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    Just One Lie 4.3 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 16 reviews.
    Naomi_H More than 1 year ago
    Just One Lie took me on an emotional ride, unlike any book I’ve read before. This story followed Mercy, as she struggled to find her place in a world where she felt unloved, she experienced heartbreaking loss and really didn’t know who she was. It was a beautiful read that made me smile, made me sad and occasionally brought on tears. Mercy was a troubled child; she rebelled a lot, took drugs, drank alcohol and was basically tossed out of home. Each detail I discovered about Mercy put another crack in my heart. She had been through so much, but somehow continued to live. She enjoyed the rush while performing in her band and doing her other little jobs. When a man from her past comes back into her life, he helped her escape her troubles and to have fun in the present. Then there is Brad, the new drummer in Mercy’s band. He see’s past the façade that Mercy had created to the broken girl beneath. He forces Mercy to face some of her demons and they form a bond deeper than just friendship. He’s such a caring person, and went out of his way for Mercy at times, helping her get back on her feet. Mercy and Brad’s story was not an easy ride. They had a lot of hurdles to face, some of which they faced together but mostly on their own. There were other factors they had to consider and made unselfish decisions that would bring them back together with the least amount of destruction. I could see how deep their feelings were growing for one another, they had some life changing and sweet moments together, which totally made me swoon. Just One Lie focused on an element that affects people all over the world: depression. Mercy has struggled with it for a long time and never had any help. It caused her to do things that could cause harm to herself or to others. At other times, she went from extreme highs to unhappy lows. The author, Kyra Davis, did a remarkable job at weaving this particular thread into the story, it was realistic and it opened my eyes to the difficulties people go through. Although this is the second book in the Just One Night series, it can be read as a standalone as the characters from the first book don’t really come into it until the very end. I didn’t think I missed any details by not reading Just One Night, but I am curious about the couple now that I am done. I really enjoyed reading my first book by Kyra Davis, and will be on the lookout for more of her work in the future! Complimentary copy provided by Simon & Schuster Australia in exchange for an honest review.
    Anonymous More than 1 year ago
    This series kept you wanting to read loved everthing about it
    Anonymous More than 1 year ago
    I absolutely loved this book! Emotionally riveting. And I loved the side commentary from Mercy. It really helps with her character development. I feel like she's a person I could know in real life. Just excellent!
    Anonymous More than 1 year ago
    I totally enjoyed this book and its great characters
    Anonymous More than 1 year ago
    Keep reading this series!
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    AboutThatStory More than 1 year ago
    This was so great! An emotional and angsty story filled with self discovery, love, and acceptance. I really liked Mercy. She was complicated and chaotic but also caring and good. By the end, I was loving her. Reading this I felt like I really experienced her personal journey over the span of times. Sometimes it was edgy and dark, other times it was light and filled with hope. She had these complicated relationships with two different men, each fulfilling a specific need within her it seemed. I thought those relationships were explained well and balanced out nicely throughout the story. I definitely was rooting for one guy over the other and love how it all played out on the end. I was really captivated by her life, her way of thinking, and logic. I liked all the details, and it had a good pace though some chapters felt slightly drawn out to me. It did take me a couple of chapters to get into it as everything was laid out but once I was in, I was invested. I did like the overall story but the end itself felt rushed to me. I was really feeling the emotion the entire time and then the end came and I felt more like I was being told as compared to pulled in. I loved the reconnection that was happening but I wish there would have been more of it. All in all, this was an excellent read. It had this edgy feel, sometimes intense, sometimes emotional but beautiful because it's a story of introspection and really owning who you are. Complimentary copy received for honest review.
    Anonymous More than 1 year ago
    Great books keeps you guessing
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    CbAvidReader More than 1 year ago
    This book was amazing. I was captivated from the very beginning and suffered a book hangover because I started it after putting my children to bed and then stayed up all night to finish it. Melody is a very gifted musician and seems to have the perfect relationship going for her. The chemistry between her and Ash is amazing, but so is the chemistry between her and Ben. I had a really hard time trying to think of who I wanted her to be with, but in the end I knew that she ended up with the perfect person. Trust me that you will not regret getting this book! It is a standalone novel so you won't be missing too much that happened in book 1 of the series!
    Anonymous More than 1 year ago
    CoffeeGoddessTK More than 1 year ago
    Doing everything she can to bury her past, Mercy Raye is on a quest to find herself, to define who she truly is. Because her old self is dead, but Mercy is alive, and taking no prisoners. I am a fan of angsty books. I mean, I really like a book that's not necessarily a straight shot to the HEA. Let me tell you, JUST ONE LIE by Kyra Davis fills the bill and then some. Mercy is all about the now. She has been through more than any 22-year-old should have to, but she's determined to completely reinvent her life. Self-destructive by nature, Mercy is quick to slide back into old bad habits in her desire to love and be loved. The beginning of this book was slow going for me. It took me a while to both appreciate Mercy and to get into the story, but, at the same time, I could not put it down. It was sort of like watching a train wreck, because the choices that Mercy continued to make often led to heartbreak. Ultimately, though, what I really liked about JUST ONE LIE is that Kyra Davis has written a book where redemption is ultimately attainable, available if we're willing to do the work to get there. When Mercy has finally hit bottom, when she realizes that life is hard as hell, but that it's worth fighting for, she's able to make the changes that she needs to to really turn her life around. And, despite all of the drama and angst, JUST ONE LIE is absolutely a love story. The men in Mercy's life mark her evolution and growth, and, when she's finally at a place where she's who she wants to be, when she loves the person that she is and the life she's living, she's able to finally lay her ghosts to rest and find the love she's looked for her whole life. I have to admit that I wasn't sure what my final feelings would be for a good deal of this book, but I can honestly say that JUST ONE LIE is a must-read. I give it 4.5 well-earned stars, and a definite recommendation to add it to your TBR.
    TheGeekeryBookReview More than 1 year ago
    BlushingReader More than 1 year ago
    4.5 stars Wow! This book was not what I was expecting! After reading Just One Night and Just Once More, I was expecting Just One Lie to tie into these previous books and pick up where Mercy left us all with out mouths hanging open. However, clever Kyra Davis did something different. Just One Lie is Mercy's story, a tragically beautiful story about Mercy's journey in discovering who she really is and how finding love isn't an easy road until you learn who you are first. If you haven't read this series yet, you can jump right into Just One Lie easily, it can be read as a complete stand alone and not ruin anything if you choose to go back and read Just One Night at a later time. Kyra Davis is an author that can pull out your emotions and twist you up with her characters. You get invested, involved and embroiled with the lives of these characters. While I liked Just One Night, I LOVED Mercy's journey in Just One Lie. Mercy is a character that has lots of layers, her surface isn't all that you get with her. She has issues, baggage and bad habits she is running away from and you can't help but be on her side. While her choices aren't always easy to digest, her choices are uniquely hers and her journey. Not only did Kyra Davis give us Mercy, she added Brad, Ash and other characters that really get you involved in this story. I loved the juxtaposition of Brad vs. Ash and how through all the struggles, twists and turns that Just One Lie takes us on there is always these key relationships that make Mercy look inside herself and strive to be the person she deserves to be. Just One Lie is a definite 1-click! If you are looking for a book that grabs your attention from the first chapter and will take your heart on a roller coaster ride, then THIS is the book that will satisfy! Kyra Davis proves that while no romance is ever "simple", sometimes its the emotional journeys that make your heart hurt, weep and soar that are the best kind of stories to read. Go grab Just One Lie!
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    Anonymous More than 1 year ago
    I loved, loved the Just One Night series and I had high hopes for this book but sadly it didn't live up to my expectations. I thought the story was poorly written and not nearly as entertaining as her previous series.