Editorial Reviews. Review. "Unique, emotional, heartbreaking and romantic. From the very beginning, you will fall for these deeply flawed characters, and will . Read The Opportunist (Love Me with Lies #1) online free from your iPhone, iPad, android, Pc, Mobile. The Opportunist is a New Adult novel by Tarryn Fisher. Tarryn Fisher - The Opportunist - dokument [*.pdf] Chapter One The Present I am Olivia Kaspen, and if I love something I rip it from my life. Not intentionally not.
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To prove this, I see women —old and young shooting him looks, bending toward him. The whole world bends for Caleb Drake and he is charmingly unaware of it.
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It is truly disgusting to watch. I sidle up next to him and reach for a CD. Caleb, oblivious to my presence moves down the alphabetized line of artists. I trace his steps and just as I move a few feet behind him,—his body turns in my direction. I freeze and there is a brief second when I have the urge to run.
And then, after three long years, I hear his voice.
He still speaks with the same diluted British accent I remember, but the hardness I was expecting to hear isn't there. Something is wrong. Seconds of silence flick by.
I decide he is waiting for me to speak. I run my eyes over his face looking for a clue to the game he is playing.
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He has always been so good at facial expressions, always the right one at the right time. He looks placid and only remotely interested in my answer.
I shiver involuntarily as a memory of him looking at my lips that way comes rushing back to me. I have no memory of it. Was this some type of sick joke? Some way of getting back at me?
How could you not remember? Sounds corny I know. But, the truth is—I have no idea what I like or liked, I guess I should say. It feels as if someone has taken a potato masher to my brain. Nothing makes sense. Nothing fits together. With every step, he takes toward the door I become more desperate. My voice is barely audible. He is almost to the door when he turns to face me. Think fast, think fast! Holding up a finger indicating for him to wait where he is, I set off in a trot for the classic rock section.
It only takes a minute to find what used to be his favorite CD. I return with it clutched tightly in my hands, stopping a few feet away from where he is standing.
My aim is off, but he catches it with grace and smiles almost sadly. I watch him walk to the register, sign his credit card receipt, and disappear right back out of my life.
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Now it is too late and the moment for honesty has past. I stay rooted in his wake, my heart beating sluggishly in my chest as I try to process what has happened. He forgot me. The detective, who I had a ridiculous crush on, was named Follagyn Beville. A modern day Jack the Ripper was targeting prostitutes.
Follagyn was hunting him down. He was interrogating an especially ratty looking hooker, with stringy blond hair that was stained black at the roots. She was curled up on a mustard yellow couch, her lips sucking greedily on a cigarette.
She should like, win an Emmy for being so pathetic. She held a rocks glass in her hand, and was taking quick, birdlike sips of whiskey. I watched her movements, hungry for the drama, memorizing everything she did. Later that night I filled a glass with ice and Pepsi. I took my drink back to the windowsill and lifted an imaginary cigarette to my lips. A decade and a half later and I still have my sense of the dramatic. The day after my run in with Caleb, hurricane Phoebe ripped through town and spared me from having to call in sick to work.
I am in bed, my body curled possessively around a bottle of vodka. Around midday, I roll out of bed and shuffle to the bathroom. There is still electricity despite the category three hurricane that is rattling my windows. I take advantage by running myself a bath. As I sit in the steaming water, I replay the whole thing in my mind for the millionth time. It all ends with, he forgot me. My pug, Pickles, settles herself on my bathmat and watches me carefully.
She is so ugly, I smile. I was Aivilo and he was Belac. I thought it was ridiculous, but eventually I found myself doing the same thing.
It became a secret code that we used when gossiping. How could you forget someone you loved even if I did rip his heart to shreds? I pour some vodka into my bathwater.
How was I ever going to get him out of my head now? I could make being depressed my full time job.
I could be a country singer. I pull the chain to the plug with my toe and listen to the water gurgle into the drain. I dress and plod to the fridge, with the cheap liquor sloshing around in my empty belly. My emergency hurricane food supply consists of two bottles of ranch dressing, an onion, and a block of sharp cheddar cheese.
I cut up the cheese and onions and toss them into a bowl pouring fat free ranch over the top. I put on the coffee pot and hit play on the stereo. I drink a lot more vodka. I wake up on the kitchen floor with my face pressed into a puddle of drool.
In my fist is a picture of Caleb that has been ripped and taped back together. I feel pretty damn good even though there is a mild throbbing in my temples.
I make a decision. Today I was going to start from scratch. I clean up my drunken mess, pausing briefly to toss the torn and taped picture into the trash. Goodbye yesterday. I grab my purse and head to the nearest health food store. The first thing that the healthy crap store does is puff patchouli scented air into my face. I scrunch up my nose and hold my breath until I pass the service desk where a girl my age is snapping gum and meditating behind a counter.
Shelves: favorite-series Sooooo This is how it feels like to be inside the mind of a child-hating, friends-judging, men-stealing manipulative woman with no boundaries whatsoever to get exactly what she wants when she wants it.
I have to admit, I was a little apprehensive about starting this book. The Opportunist was easily one of the best books I've read this year or any other year for that matter and it made me become a huge fan of Tarryn Fisher as an author. So, why would I have second thoughts about starting th Sooooo So, why would I have second thoughts about starting the sequel to one of my all time favorite books you might ask?
Well, because this time the sequel was written in the point of view of a characters I truly despise Warning: this review contains spoilers for those who haven't read the first part of the series She's a wife, a mother, a friend, a sister and she pretty much sucks at being either of those.
What she cares more than anything about is to keep hur husband, Caleb, for herself and for that she is willing to do anything. I have lied and cheated. I have been sexy and meek, fierce and vulnerable. I have been everything but myself. The story also introduces a new character, Sam, the "manny". His honesty and straightforwardness were really refreshing and I liked that he wasn't afraid to speak his mind to Leah.
They scenes between them were some of my favorites and it was interesting to watch how their "friendship" evolved. The story alternated between the present and the past and most of Leah's inner monologues consisted of her recalling all the events that happened in The Opportunist.He smiles at me and I get the feeling he is amused by my reaction.
Together, Silas Nash and Charlize Wynwood must look deeper into the past to find out who they were and who they want to be. Please add Mud Vein!!!! But, soon enough Olivia must face the consequences of her lies, and in the process discover that sometimes love falls short of redemption. I hated the way she waved goodbye to her co-workers with a tinkling of her fingertips. I have no memory of it.
Warning: this review contains spoilers for those who haven't read the first part of the series
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