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Narrated by: Jason Clarke, Samantha Brentmoor

This Much is True

Series:  
Genre:  
  • Single Parent Romance,
  • Grumpy-Sunshine,
  • Romantic Comedy,
  • Romantic Suspense,
  • Small Town Romance

  • Release Date: December 14, 2020

    A smart and sexy romance about a grumpy single dad on a mission of revenge, and the girl he can’t leave behind by USA Today bestselling author Tia Louise.

    Hope

    I blame the alcohol.
    I lost my restaurant business, was forced to sell my dad’s cherished 1967 Chevy Impala, and I got a little drunk.
    Now I’m waking up with the hottest, angriest guy I’ve ever seen, speeding down the highway like a bat out of hell.
    Ice-blue eyes hit mine with stomach-clenching force…
    And he swerves onto the shoulder, ready to kick me out.
    Needless to say, our romance doesn’t start out sweet.

    J.R.

    Two years ago, I hugged my little boy goodbye and told him I’d be right back.
    Next thing I knew, I was arrested and sent to prison for a crime I didn’t commit.
    Until they let me out early…

    Now I’m headed home to confront the man who put me away.
    A lie put me behind bars, and I’m ready to find the truth.
    I don’t have time for a sexy girl with pale blonde hair and bright blue eyes stowed away on the backseat of my new car.
    My mission is to get my son back and clear my name.
    Love is not on the agenda.
    It never is, though, is it?

    (THIS MUCH IS TRUE is a single-dad, opposites attract, stand-alone romance. No cheating. No cliffhangers.)

    © TLM Productions LLC, 2020

    With my back to the San Francisco traffic, I hold the railing of the iconic, vermillion bridge and watch the sun set over the Pacific Ocean. 

    Two hundred and forty-five feet below me, the frigid water of the bay swirls past, and behind me is the building where I spent the last eighteen months of my life, paying for a crime I didn’t commit. 

    My hair is long to my collar. My body is lean and ripped with muscle to intimidate anyone who thought he’d get the best of me. 

    I’ve lived with the funk of brown Lysol, body odor, and urine so long, I forgot fresh air could smell so sweet.

    At five p.m., a guard came to my cell, rattled the bars like some old cheesy black and white movie, and told me to get my shit together. 

    Time to go. 

    I was halfway through a four-year prison sentence, and last night, they said it was over, early release. 

    Confused is an understatement for how I felt, but I wasn’t about to argue. I started making plans.

    “You can thank the tree huggers for this miscarriage of justice.” The woman behind the desk scowled as she spoke, like the words tasted bad. “Wouldn’t want you getting sick. It might violate your civil rights.” 

    Rage smoldered in my chest, and I didn’t make eye contact with her. This whole eighteen months has been a violation of my civil rights, but why should she care? 

    Since the start of this nightmare, nobody cared. I said it once, twice, three thousand times. I. Didn’t. Do. It. 

    Nobody gave a shit. 

    Not even my court-appointed lawyer believed me. I was caught with illegal human growth hormone, and that’s all they saw. No one looked at the receipt for perfectly legal adaptogen supplements, which is what I thought I was picking up. I was a redneck from South Carolina with a trunk full of HGH. Case closed.

    I entered San Quentin and kept my head down. I made allies with the biggest, meanest guys, and the quiet ones who stayed to themselves. I learned to be ready to fight always.

    I started my prison sentence resolved the next time I saw my father, I wouldn’t let up until he was begging for mercy.

    Now I’m a free man.

    Sort of.

    I’m out, and I’m headed back to look him in the eye. He sent me here, and I want to know why. 

    Staring out across the dark waters, I make a vow. I’m getting back everything I’ve lost. I don’t know how the man who put me here will make it happen, but we’ll sort that out when I get home.

    Snatching my navy canvas bag off the ground, I start walking.

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