Today I am so pleased to welcome T.A. Moore to Joyfully Jay. T.A. has come to talk to us about her latest release, Liar, Liar (which I reviewed last week and loved). She has also brought along a great giveaway. Please join me in giving her a big welcome!
I have always aspired to amorality. Unfortunately, the evidence of a lifetime suggests that I just don’t have it in me. Unlike Jacob, I’m an awful liar and a premature confessor. So it was fun, for Liar, Liar, to put on the skin of professional fibber Jacob Archer. He might not be a stranger to the truth, but he does hide around corners from it a lot.
It was a lot of fun to write, although he’d admit it’s a pretty exhausting way to live!
Anyhow, I hope you give Liar, Liar a go! I enjoyed writing it, and I think people will enjoy reading it. To whet your appetite, here’s an exclusive glimpse at the characters just before the start of the book.
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Two girls were standing on the kerb outside Jacob’s building when he got back. They stood with their heads pressed together as they angled for a selfie in front of the long, low Firebird parked at the curb. Jacob paused on the sidewalk to let them finish. He shrugged his backpack off and swung it up onto the opposite shoulder. The strap caught in the logo stitched onto the pocket of his overalls.
The door to the car swung open as the girls took their picture. They gave the long, suit-clad man that unfolded himself from the car a startled look over their shoulder, giggled, and ran off down the street. Jacob genuinely considered following after them as he stared at Simon.
His first thought was that he’d been made. He wasn’t sure how, his backstory should have been airtight and he’d not done anything significantly shady yet. What other reason could there be, though, for Syntech’s security to turn up on his door.
“Jacob.” Simon paused as he took his sunglasses off, folded the legs, and tucked them into the pocket of his jacket. “You look like you’ve seen a ghost.”
That didn’t sound like the segue into an arrest. Jacob scratched his cheekbone with his free hand.
“The phantom of hook-ups past,” he joked. “Did you forget your wallet?”
Simon leaned his arms on the roof the Firebird. “No, I… Do you want to go to dinner?”
It was some comfort that Simon looked almost as surprised by what he just said as Jacob felt. He rubbed his thumb along the sharply carved line of his jaw sheepishly.
“Dinner,” he repeated. “A date. Look, I know it’s a bit creepy, but I didn’t have your number so… If you want me to get lost, I will, but I’d rather go for something to eat.”
OK. This still wasn’t ideal–and Jacob possibly needed to work on his impulse control for the future–but the answer was obvious. He just told Simon to get lost and got on with the job. It wasn’t as if a cleaner ever really crossed paths with the head of security. The point of cleaners in these places was that they were never seen.
Simon gave a self-conscious shrug of broad, elegantly tailored shoulders. “I mean, you have to eat right?”
An hour later, sitting at a table on the Riverside, Jacob decided that if it ever came to trial–or a pissed off employer–he would blame the car. Or the fact the only thing in his fridge was cold kung pao chicken. Well, actually lukewarm pad thai chicken, since the on-its-last-legs fridge had fallen off that last leg.
Strings of fairy lights were strung over the tables, the hundreds of tiny bulbs reflected in the dark water of the river, and the music from one of the other restaurants carried on the night air. Tourists jostled down on the walkway, while the occasional determined jogger dodged around them.
It was a nice restaurant. The table was small enough they could play footie if they wanted. This was an actual date.
“I should tell you,” Jacob said. “I don’t really do commitment.”
Simon took a drink of water. “I suppose I should return the ring then.”
The dry humour behind the comment made Jacob snort out a laugh. He poked at the tilapia he ordered as he tried to decide if he could fit anymore into his stomach.
“I’m just saying that this–” He lifted his fork and gestured at the restaurant, where he knew you couldn’t just walk in and snag a table. “Is a lot of trouble to go to for a date with a guy who’ll probably panic and burn it all down in a week.”
Simon sat back. He absently smoothed his shirt straight down over the flat line of his stomach. “I know,” he said. “Don’t ask me to explain it, but I’d rather you were a bad break up than a one night stand.”
Jacob laughed. “OK,” he said. “I can probably manage that. So where do we start?”
“What’s your surname?”
OK, so it was a bad idea. What Simon didn’t know though, wouldn’t hurt Jacob. Or at least that was the idea.
Title: Liar, Liar
Author: TA Moore
Publisher: Dreamspinner Press
Cover Artist: Anne Cain
Release Date: 12 May
Just another day at the office.
For some people that means spreadsheets, and for others it’s stitching endless hems. For Jacob Archer a day at the office is stealing proprietary information from a bioengineering firm for a paranoid software billionaire. He’s a liar and a thief, parlaying a glib tongue and a facile conscience into a lucrative career. He just has one rule—never get involved with a mark.
Well, had one rule. To be fair, though, Simon Ramsey is dark, dangerous, and has shoulders like a Greek statue. Besides, it’s not as though Jacob’s even really stealing from Simon… just his boss and his brother-in-law. Simon didn’t buy that excuse either after he caught Jacob breaking into the company’s computer network.
That would have been that—one messy breakup, one ticket to Bali booked—but it turns out that the stolen information is worth more than Jacob thought. With his life—and his ribs—threatened, Jacob needs Simon to help him out. Or maybe he just needs Simon.
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TA Moore genuinely believed that she was a Cabbage Patch Kid when she was a small child. This was the start of a lifelong attachment to the weird and fantastic. These days she lives in a market town on the Northern Irish coast and her friends have a rule that she can only send them three weird and disturbing links a month (although she still holds that a DIY penis bifurcation guide is interesting, not disturbing).
She believes that adding ‘in space!’ to anything makes it at least 40% cooler, will try to pet pretty much any animal she meets (this includes snakes, excludes bugs), and once lied to her friend that she had climbed all the way up to Tintagel Castle in Cornwall, when actually she’d only gotten to the beach, realized it was really high, and chickened out.
She aspires to being a cynical misanthrope, but is unfortunately held back by a sunny disposition and an inability to be mean to strangers. If TA Moore is mean to you, that means you’re friends now.
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