We played our roles, told each other lies.
But now Dylan is no longer just a mysterious deep voice on the other end of the line. We’re face-to-face and our relationship is very, very real.
We still have secrets—but so much is crystal clear:
The thrilling danger.
The raw, naked desire.
The need to keep feeling the way he makes me feel. Forever.
Dylan is putting up walls, trying to keep me safe, but he can’t shut me out. He has seen my darkness and rescued me. Now it’s my turn, if only he will let me.
Praise for The Truth About Him
“M. O’Keefe blew me away with The Truth About Him, the conclusion to the dark, emotional, and dangerously sexy story of Annie and Dylan that began with the brilliant Everything I Left Unsaid. Wonderfully compelling and absolutely one-click worthy, this duet by M. O’Keefe is tops of my 2015 favorites list!”—New York Times bestselling author J. Kenner
“The Truth About Him is one of the most gorgeous books I’ve ever read. Dark, sexy and emotionally haunting, it has stayed with me long after I turned the last page.”—New York Times bestselling author Tracy Wolff
“O’Keefe weaves a complex, poignant tapestry of character, emotion, and action.”—Kirkus Reviews
“O’Keefe composes riveting scenarios. . . . Readers seeking exhilarating sex along with thrilling conflicts won’t be able to put it down.”—Publishers Weekly
“The conclusion to O’Keefe’s dark and spellbinding . . . Everything I Left Unsaid jumps off the cliff into a raging sea of passion and danger as she continues to push our couple through the darkness that consumes them. . . . Suspense and intrigue play a larger role, with the romance flowing right along . . . as Dylan and Annie fight to hold on to the love they have built.”—RT Book Reviews
“I loved the way this couple fit together, the way they understood each other. . . . The Truth About Him is a worthy sequel to Everything I Left Unsaid, with a similarly thoughtful and nuanced portrayal of the main characters. . . . The romance is emotional, surprising, and moving. . . . Together the two books make a beautiful, smart whole, and I recommend them both.”—Dear Author
“Every choice, every reaction, every emotion plays out on the page as the couple stumbles forward, only to jump back two steps, driven by fear and lust and vulnerability. The unflinchingly realistic events make their reactions hit hard. And carrying it all is O’Keefe’s beautiful language. . . . Dylan and Annie painfully ripped my heart out and then put it back together again. Now excuse me, I have a book to reread.”—Heroes and Heartbreakers
“The drama was out of control, as was the heat between Annie and Dylan, in this explosive conclusion. . . . O’Keefe has yet again given us a dark-yet-hopeful romance that will keep you on the edge of your seat.”—Harlequin Junkie
“Raw [and] emotional, with an amazing heroine and a cast of characters that give this book an exciting edge. Grade: A”—Smexy Books
The Truth About Him is intended for mature audiences.
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Annie McKay came to slowly. Aware in pieces of her surroundings.
The pebbled linoleum of the trailer floor dug into her cheek. Her ankle was twisted, wedged against something hard.
The hot copper smell of blood made her stomach roll and she gagged.
“Annie, I’m sorry.”
That voice . . . oh God.
It was Hoyt. Her husband. Standing over her.
For heartbeats, lots of them, she wasn’t sure he was real. Perhaps she’d tripped and fallen, hit her head coming back into her trailer. She was hallucinating. Pulling Hoyt out of old nightmares. That made much more sense.
Because there was no way he could have found her here.
I was careful. I was so careful.
Two months ago, she’d run from him. Taking only the bruises around her neck and three thousand dollars from his safe. Desperate and scared, she left in the middle of the night and made her way in circles to this place, a patch of swamp called the Flowered Manor Trailer Park and Camp Ground in North Carolina.
Hundreds of miles from Hoyt. From Oklahoma. From the farm where she’d lived her entire life.
And she’d been happy here. The happiest she’d ever been. Not even two hours ago, she’d left Dylan and his magical house. Her body had been flush and alive and pleasured. And her mind had been clear.
She’d had plans, real plans, for her life, not just panicked and terrified reactions.
Everything had been about to get better.
This is not a hallucination.
Be smart, Annie. Think!
“You hear what I said to you?”
She lay there silent. Hoyt hated her silence. Apologies were to be met with immediate acquiescence, his guilt promptly assuaged.
But she said nothing. Because fuck him.
She kept her eyes closed, because she wasn’t ready to actually see him. Not here. Not in this trailer. Her home.
Hoping to feel her phone still in her back pocket, she rolled onto her back.
Please, please, she prayed, please be there.
But there was nothing under her butt. The phone was gone.
“There you go. It ain’t so bad, is it? Get yourself up off the floor.” He said it like she’d fallen, like she’d landed on the floor through her own clumsy, stupid means.
Despite her best efforts to restrain them, hot tears seeped under her lashes.
“Come on now.” His hands touched her hip and her armpit to help her up and she flinched away, her body screaming in pain. Unsteady, she got herself to her feet. She opened her eyes and the world swam. She grabbed the edge of the table, landing half on, half off the cushion of the settee.
“You’re getting blood all over the place.” His familiar hands, with their small scars and close-clipped nails, held a pink washcloth toward her. It was the washcloth from her bathroom. He’d probably gone through everything, touching all of her things. Everything was contaminated now.
There was no way she could take the washcloth. Not from his hand.
“Fine,” he muttered, tossing the washcloth on the table. “Do it yourself.”
Pissed, he stomped off to sit in one of the captain’s chairs at the front of the trailer.
The reality of Hoyt in this previously Hoyt-less place was shocking.
She forced herself to look at him. Really look at him.
He was a big man. Over six feet tall, and he used to rodeo when he was younger, so his legs and arms and chest were thick with muscle. He had white-blond hair that made his eyebrows and eyelashes nearly invisible, which gave his face a terrible expressionlessness. A vacancy. She’d never ever been able to tell what he was thinking.
Sincerity looked like deceit. Anger looked like forgiveness.
She used to think he was calm. Other people did, too; at the very beginning of their marriage that’s what everyone said about him.
He’s so steady, they’d said. And she’d clung to that. With both hands and all her fear after Mom died. She’d clung to the version of him she wanted to believe in.
But it was a lie. Everything about him was a lie.
And Annie had been a fool.
That he was so totally the same, wearing what he always wore—jeans, his brown cowboy boots, and the dark blue Western shirt with the pearl snaps, his bone-handled knife in its sheath on his belt—made it even more surreal.
New place. Same nightmare.
Her missing phone was balanced on his knee. He’d taken it from her, gone through her pockets, while she lay unconscious on the floor.
Because he was an animal.
“I’m sorry,” he said with utter and terrifying sincerity. “I know at home, you were scared. What I did . . . that night in the kitchen?” He said it as if she might have forgotten. “It was too much. I understand that.”
An incredulous laugh she could not let out stung her throat. Do you? Do you understand that?
“It won’t happen again. I swear it won’t.”
“How did you find me?” She tried to clear her vision, get her brain to focus.
“Do you believe me?” he asked. “That things will be different?”
No. Not in a million years.
“I believe you,” she lied, putting her heavy, throbbing head in her hand. “Just tell me how you found me.”
“It was actually pretty cool.” He smiled, with what she guessed was modesty, like she was about to be real proud of him. “The Bassett Gazette has this widget thing—that’s what they call them—on their website and it shows a map of the United States, and on that map are little pins that track the places where people are logging onto the website. The gal I talked to at the office was real excited about it, said it showed that there were people all over the state reading their newspaper online. And there was this one dot . . . this one little dot that I started to follow. You know where that dot went?”
Sick to her stomach, she nodded. She thought she’d been so clever.
“It went around in circles for a while. And then it went north to Pennsylvania and then back south. And then it just stayed in Cherokee, North Carolina. Over and over again. Cherokee, North Carolina. Every week. Once a week. Tuesdays. That’s the day you liked to go shopping.” He said it like he was offering her proof of his affection. A nosegay. A dead bird dropped at her feet from his bloody jaws. “You thought I didn’t notice. But I did. You liked to shop on Tuesdays. So, I drove out here. I saw where you signed in for computer time at the library—Layla McKay. That’s your cousin, right?”
In one of the historical novels she’d read, there was a character who had a falcon. And Annie had loved the descriptions of how the guy flew his falcon and cared for it, the bells and the gloves and the little pieces of meat in a bag attached to his belt. And she’d thought, reading it, how great it would be to control something so barely domesticated. Something so very nearly wild.
But at this moment she realized how the falcon must have felt. So free one minute, wings spread, the world a retreating landscape below. The next, hooded and chained. Captured. Freedom a memory.
“I stayed there for a week, hanging out at the library. The grocery store. Driving by all the motels, and . . . nothing. I heard about this trailer park out here and came out to investigate and I ran into this man, Phil, at a gas station. He told me all about the park. And when I described you, he told me he thought you might be here. You’re like his wife’s friend? I’m afraid Phil doesn’t like you much.”
God, brought down by Phil. How pathetically fitting.
“What do you want?” she asked, unable to pretend any longer.
He looked at her like he was surprised, his mouth gaping open, his translucent eyebrows halfway up his forehead. “I want you to come home,” he said. “I want you to be my wife again.”
“What does that even mean to you, Hoyt? Your wife? You don’t love me—”
He stood up from that chair and she shrank back in her seat.
“I apologized for what happened before you left. I can’t do any more than that. It’s time for you to come home now. You’ve had your fun. People are asking about you and I’m getting tired of the sideways glances. Everyone thinks I’ve done something to you. The police came out to the house two weeks ago. The police, Annie. It’s too much.”
He touched her hand before she could jerk it back. It was worse when he pretended to care. Or maybe he did actually care and he just didn’t know how to do it right.
“We can go back to church.”
Annie blinked up at him, unsure if he’d actually said that, or if she was hearing things.
“Annie? Would you like to go back to church?”
“Yes . . . of course,” she breathed. Three years ago she would have wept in gratitude. But she was not fooled now. He would let her go to church once, maybe twice, and he’d find a way to take it away from her all over again.
“And then we’ve got to talk about selling that land to Encro.”
And there it was. That was really why he wanted her home. The land sale to Encro for more windmills. He couldn’t do it without Annie’s approval. That’s why this little scene was happening. “It’s time, don’t you think, that we thought of our future?”
My future is as far away from you as I can get.
“I forgive you for stealing from me, Annie. The money, the gun. It’s forgiven.”
Oh my God.
The gun in her bedside table.
Did he have it? Was it still there?
She tried to show him nothing. Not one thing.
“I . . . I need to change my shirt.” Her splattered and torn sweatshirt was ruined with blood; it would never come clean. She’d had a few shirts like that at home. Clothes that made their way into the rag bag or the garbage because the truth of her life was sprayed all over it.
Annie got up on shaky feet, her hand braced on the wall as she walked down the short hallway to the bedroom.
Please. Please be there. Please be there. That gun was her only chance.
She closed the door behind her and then, sweeping her dizziness and headache aside, she nearly leapt over the bed to the small bedside table and yanked open the drawer.
It was empty. Sobbing, she searched it, pulling it all the way out, but everything was gone. The books. The gun. The article about Ben. Everything.
She collapsed against the wall and fell to the floor.
The bedroom door creaked open and Hoyt stood in the doorway. A blond devil. Her gun like a toy in his big palm.
From the Trade Paperback edition.
Most Helpful Customer Reviews
Dark and Intense This second half of this story starts off with high drama as at the end of the last book, Annie’s husband, Hoyt, shows up and immediately started abusing her. The intense situation only escalates when Ben tries to help, and then Dylan arrives to the rescue; there are several injuries, one that is fatal. Dylan and Annie both have a lot of deep emotional baggage that gets in the way of their developing relationship on top of all the drama going on with their families. Annie, despite all that she has endured, has an inner light that refuses to give into the darkness. Dylan wants to love Annie and be the man she deserves; however, he not sure that he is capable of overcoming the darkness of his upbringing and early years regardless of all his subsequent successes. They are both fractured souls who can heal each other regardless of all the intense circumstances going on around them. This story keeps up a high pace of intense drama and goes deep into the costs of parents who shatter their children’s lives and are not who they should be. Annie and Dylan have the opportunity to decide whether they will continue to be victims of their lives or become the victors. Annie’s innate goodness and care for others despite her own hurts adds a brightness much needed in this dark tale and batters down the walls Dylan keeps trying to build between them. This story has many dark and difficult twists, but the underlying theme that circumstances do not have to define a person’s life or dictate the outcome as well as the quality of the writing makes it a tale well told.
There author brought the complex characters together perfectly in the end. I couldn't put them down.
THE TRUTH ABOUT HIM is told in the dual POV of Annie and Dylan. You must read the first book in the series before beginning this one because this book picks up right where the first one left off. Trouble follows these two wherever they go and right from the start Dylan and Annie are in physical danger. Annie is trying to heal and move past the events of the last book. Dylan wants to protect her, but is afraid his presence in her life is just going to complicate things further. Together, they're a hot, complicated duo that can't seem to keep their hands off each other. And where the last book focused entirely on Annie's growth as a character, this book focuses on Dylan - his relationship with his estranged father, his MC brother, and the accident that changed his entire life. Overall, I really enjoyed all the suspense and action packed into this second book. The writing sucks you into the story and is phenomenal. THE TRUTH ABOUT HIM is a quick, super-steamy read perfect for a summer beach trip! Plot Twist Reviews [dot] Com I received this book for free from the Publisher in exchange for an honest review. This does not affect my opinion of the book or the content of my review.
Total 10. Hits all the right buttons. Can't wait for Max's story.
Perfect conclusion for Annie and Dylan
I loved this duet series. It has everything. Will be watching for more.
These are well written. Did someone close to the author live through a domestic violence situation ? I t was realistic in the battering.. happens...not anymore....
Only dissapointment was the story eventually had to end. You know its good when the characters stick with you a while after its done.
I liked the first book of the series, however this one just wasn't worth the $4.99. It was the same old drama over and over and it left me board and disappointed. I had to force myself to finish it.
You have to read this
Could not put this down!
A fantastically written end to this thrilling duet. Somehow Ms. O'Keefe didn't give us a perfectly wrapped, unbelievable ending, but an incredibly satisfying one that ended better than anyone could imagine given the predicament she had put everyone in throughout the story. It was a veritable clusterf-*k, with such a very rewarding conclusion. This will definitely held as the book that made me fall in love with M O'Keefe's writing and I will be devouring her future titles. If you haven't the prelude to this sequel - Everything I Left Unsaid is a stupendous read and must be read first! Happy Reading! *ARC provided by the publisher in exchange for an honest review*
The perfect conclusion to Dylan's and Anne's story! I loved getting the background on Dylan's life and his family. I can't wait to get Joan and Max's story.
I rated the first book a 4 also, but I liked this a bit more than I did the first, so this one is a bit more like a 4.5 rating. This wasn't quite a 5 because I found the sex scenes a pinch lacking; I did like the bit of kink, but I didn't feel enough emotion in them, and I wasn't too into Annie; the main female lead, but I still really enjoyed the story. I did like Dylan, and I think Annie and him had excellent chemistry, and I liked the development of their love story. I think I liked this one better than the first because the first book had some scenes; mainly the strip club scene, that I didn't like. I don't really like the side characters, and I have a feeling that a Tiffany and Blake romance may be in one of the feature book in this series, and I don't have any interest in that, but I see the next book is Joan and Max, and I kind of want to read that, but I'm not into threesome storylines, and a scene in this book made me think that may be something going on in their book, so I'll have to see how I feel when the book is released. This book is mainly about Annie and Dylan dealing with the aftermath of some screwed up stuff and building their relationship, and I was interested till the end. Dylan and Annie had some really sweet moments, and I really liked them together.
4.5 star If you have not read the below I would recommend reading those books(s) first Everything I Left Unsaid (Everything I Left Unsaid, #1) This is Annie (Layla) and Dylan’s story. With these two there is a ton of baggage they have to deal with. Not only that you have the suspense and danger that seems to follow. You get a lot of the good and the bad of the world in this story but it only pulls you further into the story. Can these two broken people come together to love each other or will the past that keeps dragging them down destroy them both? You get the answers you so desperately needed after the author left us all hanging with the first part of this story. You just might finally understand these to and really get that they belong together. The author knows just how to drag you in and keep you captivated. Be prepared for a book that will keep you guessing and turning the pages until the very end. I was able to connect with the characters and the story was a great read. I highly recommend this book.
*I received an ARC from Random House in return for an honest review.* This is the second and I presume final book in the romance of Dylan and Annie. I am so in love with these characters and their story that I can't adequately express it. This is an emotion filled book about two people who bring hope and love to each other's lonely lives while trying to survive some dangerous enemies. The erotic sex and excellent storytelling made this book hard to put down. Together, book one, Everything I've Left Unsaid, and book two, The Truth About Him, make up one of my favorite romances ever.
'Violence and desire thrummed between them.' This is one sequel that I was sitting on weighted breathe desperately wanting. Everything Left Unsaid was a surprise hit for me considering I am not a huge erotica reader, but I was unable to stop reading that book. So to say I was eager to read The Truth About Him would be a vast understatement. "But love is a knife that really only cuts one way, and that's deep." Dylan and Annie's story is a hard one but one so worth experiencing. Action packed with twists at every turn I honestly had no clue what could happen next. I mean really an abused woman, a former race-car driver, motorcycle gangs, strippers, explosions . . . anything could happen. 'But I loved her like this. Unchained and furious. It was pure. A mess, but it was a pure mess.' Though all the chaos and drama one thing was sure though (even if at times they attempt to deny it) Annie and Dylan love each other and were meant to be together. Explosive chemistry and a deep understanding of the troubles the other has been through. My heart broke for the lives these two had to endure in order to get where they are but in the end they were exactly where they needed to be. 'She owned me. Despondent and wrecked, smiling and bright - it didn't matter. I was hers.' Extremely sexy and yet still a complex story, The Truth About Him is erotica done right. I highly recommend this series and look forward to reading more from Molly O'Keefe. **reviewed by Miranda for red cheeks reads
After the huge cliffhanger in Everything Left Unsaid, I could not wait to get my hands on The Truth About Him. This one starts right where the other left off and quickly you are brought back into all the drama, romance and the enticingly dark and sexy relationship that is Annie and Dylan's. This story is written in dual POV that I love, letting us into Dylan's head finally getting to see where he is coming from letting us finally see what he is thinking. Hard was what he knew, so easy was something he couldn't trust. Soft and tender and careful, these things had no place in his life. He was a Daniel's and he didn't even know how to return emotions and feelings and Annie deserved better than him. There was such vulnerability to each of these characters, with a great well written background that was complex explaining their struggles. Now came the hard part for them, they would need to clear out the lies that made their life livable. Clearing that out of the way, getting down to the very heart of their own truth. It was hard, it was uncomfortable, but it had to happen. Annie had to make him see. There are such great secondary characters, as well as suspense, danger, lies, anxiety, truth and dare and addicting hope and love that consumes you in this story. Can't wait for the next. Loved this enticingly sexy love story of Annie and Dylan's. You don't want to miss these two great stories. Get yours now! Received an ARC through NetGalley in exchange for a honest review.