Colored Lies - V. J. Lee - Bog

I'm Jordan Ann Bland, Jo to my friends.
I hate lies.
I know from personal experience they ruin lives. To me, every lie has a color. The only lies I usually tell are pink ones; they don't hurt anyone, but they make my life more exciting, much less-well, bland, and I don't even have to leave the comfort of my home.
Then one night, I go against everything I believe and tell a gray lie, the kind that can hurt others, and it happens in front of one of the sexiest men I've ever seen. Now, I must keep telling these lies, so he doesn't catch onto my secret. These gray lies are now turning into one of the worst-colored lies-black. This is why I hate all lies other than the pink ones.
To make things worse, this gorgeous man is dragging me around to do every pink lie I ever told; I have a feeling he knows I'm a liar.
I hate liars, even though I am one.
I'm Roman Joseph Arndt-Blackwell, RJ to my friends.
I hate all liars.
Chalk it up to a bad past relationship. I don't want to be around liars, or get stuck in another relationship with one. But when the petite blonde in the bar makes a comment I know to be one whopper of a lie, I feel I need to do something about it, even though I must lie to her in turn-trust me, I know how hypocritical it is. Still, something about Jo draws me in, as much as it pushes me away.
My scheme to out her as a liar, opens my eyes to fun and, quite possibly, love. I do know one thing I refuse to do is fall for another liar, no matter how attracted I am to her.
I hate liars, even though I am one.