This series started out as two distinct things: a huge, sweeping saga about geo-political issues, stretching out over many books, and at the same time, each book is an individual, deeply intimate story of two messy people finding each other in the chaos.
Filthy Liar continues that tradition. This book starts in a more ripped-from-the-headlines way than I first envisioned, jumping over the end of this series as I originally planned it. If you’re here for the messy love part, that’s very much the same as I always planned it to be, don’t worry.
I really wish that billionaire rapists were properly held to account in the real world, and on the page, but maybe what we need now is for them just to be dead in both places. So, RIP* Gerome Lively, you horrible monster.
As a reminder, I started writing this series in 2014. It’s not my fault shit got real. All similarities to real events or people is purely coincidental.
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~ Ainsley Booth
* The P does not stand for peace, I promise.