The Singles
A Boxed Novel Set from
Emily Snow
Table of Contents
Title Page
Uncovered
Uncovered Copyright
Synopsis
Dedication
The Playlist
Prologue
Part 1
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Part 2
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Part 3
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Chapter 23
Acknowledgments
Savor You
Savor You Copyright
Synopsis
The Playlist
Dedication
Prologue
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve
Chapter Thirteen
Chapter Fourteen
Chapter Fifteen
Chapter Sixteen
Chapter Seventeen
Chapter Eighteen
Chapter Nineteen
Acknowledgments
Wrecked
Wrecked Copyright
Synopsis
The Playlist
Dedication
Prologue
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve
Chapter Thirteen
Chapter Fourteen
Chapter Fifteen
Chapter Sixteen
Chapter Seventeen
Chapter Eighteen
Chapter Nineteen
Chapter Twenty
Chapter Twenty-One
Chapter Twenty-Two
Chapter Twenty-Three
Chapter Twenty-Four
Chapter Twenty-Five
Epilogue
Acknowledgments
Sneak Peak: Bad Advice
Chapter One
Chapter Two
About the Author
Uncovered
A novel by
Emily Snow
Uncovered Copyright
Copyright © August 2014 by Emily Snow Books
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This book is a work of fiction. Any references to historical events, real people, or real places are used fictitiously. Other names, characters, places, and events are products of the author’s imagination, and any resemblance to actual events or places or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.
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Synopsis
My name is Lizzie Connelly, and I have it all. The gorgeous apartment. The new job most women would rip out their own souls for—working for Margaret Emerson at Emerson & Taylor. I have one of those lives you’ve always dreamt about, the kind you only see on HBO. But, the thing is, that life is a lie. A façade.
It all started with one call. “Everything you know about your story—your father’s story—is a lie. It’s up to you to uncover everything.” One call, and I turned my world upside down to dig my way into Margaret’s life—the woman who I’d never laid eyes on until recently. My stepmother who took everything after my father died fourteen years ago.
The plan was simple—figure out what role she played in my father’s death and expose her to the world.
But here’s another thing: simplicity doesn’t exist, and my plans are flawed from the beginning because I never anticipated Oliver. Sexy, too smart for his own good, and infuriating, he’s the one person who could blow my plans to uncover Margaret. She’s his mother, and in another life, that would have made him my stepbrother.
I want to pretend that none of that matters, that I can simply finish what I came to do without sparing him a second glance and another thought.
Like I said, though, there’s no such thing as simplicity.
My real name is Gemma Emerson.
And this is my story.
Dedication
To you ...
You kick ass.
The Playlist
“Seven Devils” by Florence + the Machine
“Empire” by Shakira
“Words as Weapons” by Seether
“Three Wishes” by The Pierces
“Shush” by Rachele Royale
“The End Where I Begin” by The Script
“Love the Way You Lie” by Eminem & Rihanna
“Here In My Room” by Incubus
“Rev 22-20” by Puscifer
“Mz. Hyde” by Halestorm
“Everybody Wants to Rule the World” by Lorde
“I Want You” by Halestorm
“Criminal” by Fiona Apple
“Desire” by Meg Myers
“Shatter Me” by Lindsey Stirling
“West Coast” by Lana Del Rey
“House of the Rising Sun” by Five Finger Death Punch
“Sail” by AWOLNATION
“Whatever You Like” by Anya Marina
“I’m a Mess” by Ed Sheeran
“Hello” by Evanescence
“Howl” by Florence + the Machine
“Money Power Glory” by Lana Del Rey
Prologue
Four Months Ago
"I might not be one of your sugar daddies, Gemma Emerson, but I’m someone you’ll want to listen to. You don’t want to end this call," the man said before I could murmur a hello. His stab at my job, the mention of my name, caused my fingers to freeze around my phone.
"Everything you’ve been told about your story, your father's story, is a lie. It's up to you to uncover the truth."
Hearing the stranger’s voice rasping in my ear, I sat up straight on my couch, strands of my blond hair flopping over my face. The lazy grin still spread across my face from my last call gave way as a tidal wave of uneasiness washed over me. "What did you just say?" I whispered, receiving a response of heavy breathing, which creeped me out even more. "A-are you there?"
It wasn’t like me to stutter. Before I began working at what my best friend jokingly called, “half-naked concierge”, my line of work was solely phone sex. It hadn’t taken long for me to discover that the girls who couldn’t find their words were the ones who were hung up on instantaneously. My caller on the other end, however, was a different story. Something told me that my speechlessness gratified him.
“Hello?”
“I’m here.” This time he didn’t completely catch me off guard, so I tried to pinpoint his voice. It was unquestionably male, which I’d already surmised, and intentionally low and gruff. Other than that, though, I was at a loss. “And you heard me the first time, Gemma.”
I’d heard him—loud and confusingly clear. The mystery behind his words, on the other hand, had me desperate for him to say it one more time. Everything you’ve been told about your story is a lie. I couldn’t think of a single person who wouldn’t demand a repeat after someone dropped a bomb like that. Grabbing the remote to mute the E! News exclusive I’d turned on after my previous call, I pushed off my leather couch.
"Who is this? Ja—" But I swallowed hard. Saying the name of the client I’d spoken to a few minutes before this guy’s call came through was a big no-no. If anything, I was professional, even if the hairs on the back of my neck were standing on end. “Who is this?”