Rachel Blaufeld: Two truths and a lie

Rachel Blaufeld, author of new release Redemption Lane, dares you to catch her in a fib.

Rachel: When first asked to write a post titled Two Truths and a Lie, I thought to myself: I should really have my husband write this one for me. He's funnier and way better at spinning the truth than me. I'm certain of this because there's not a day that goes by without my poor hubby enduring a questioning worthy of a grand jury on living with a romance author. And what may or may not be based on real life in my novels.

Of course, he tends to have a little fun with his answers, often citing himself as the muse behind all my stories.

Alas, the wonderful guy who warms my feet at night is not big on being in the public eye (much more on that later), so you're left with my past — embellished or not is YOUR best guess.

It's up to you to decide which two of the following are truths and which is a LIE:

I turned down an offer to appear on national daytime TV.

When Fifty Shades of Grey first hit it huge and E.L. James secured her publishing deal, I was invited on national daytime television to discuss the book's appeal both in and out of the bedroom.

ME! I kept looking at the screen after accepting the call from the young, chirpy producer requesting detailed anecdotes on how the story affected my love life.

At the time, I was a lifestyle writer for moms and the producers thought I'd be a logical candidate to share how the book was spicing up not just my very own bedroom, but beds all across America. No problem, I could do that! At least, that's what I thought to myself.

The only clincher was they wanted my husband to go on stage with me, corroborating my information (or not).

"He doesn't have to say much. Just nod his head yes or shake his head no. That's it, really," the way-to-energetic booker told me.

He shook his head no all right. He said no way before I could even say please. And therefore, I had to tell the producers NO.

Why couldn't he make up a few juicy stories back then?

Ironic that as my third book releases, Fifty is now a major motion picture, and I could have probably starred in it or something MAJOR like that … if my hubby only said yes.

My high school English teacher said I was destined to write a book.

It's pretty much common knowledge that my high school AP English teacher gave me a D+ on my first paper. I reference it often.

Back then, being a hoity-toity, goodie-two-shoes, A+ student, this crushed me. It was my personal mission to get an A in that course following that devastating blow.

And that was exactly what I did after about a thousand revisions on each and every assignment.

Finally, when my teacher met with me at the end of the year to talk about my work, she said I was destined to be an author. While my D+ is an urban legend, I don't often talk about my teacher's foresight. However, back then, while patting myself on the back, I thought, "That's right, lady."

Little did I know she would be correct in her prediction.

Except, I'm not sure she was thinking about my genre of choice.

Although, maybe she enjoys romance novels? And reads my books?

I'm an adults-only club VIP.

Although Redemption Lane takes readers to serene rural back roads where there isn't much more than a shopping center, diner and hiking trails, my first series is set in a luxurious adults-only, exotic club on the outskirts of Las Vegas. So, it's pretty hard to deny ever going to one.

In the name of research and authenticity, I have frequented a number of adults-only establishments. However, on my last trip to Sin City, I was picked up in a large black SUV limo and escorted to the rear VIP entrance of one of the hottest gentleman's clubs in the United States. Apparently, I'm considered a patron worthy of the same royal flush treatment as a high-roller.

While kissing the limo driver good night and walking through the private areas of the club, I handed out bookmarks for Smoldered. The same bookmarks my husband was detained by airport security for carrying in his backpack. They were risqué to say the least. Yet, another time he was shaking his head no.

After a full night of investigative work at the club, I had made good friends with one of the ladies … and we arranged to have coffee at the airport the next morning. Meeting in the terminal, we were two women in leggings and bulky sweatshirts traveling back home. To look at us, you would never know where we were the evening before.

And that's all I'm going to say — I'm long home from Vegas and busy writing in my office.

It's up to you now to uncover the truths and the fib.

Feel free to tweet me @rachelblaufeld with your guess!

Here's the blurb about Redemption Lane:

Sometimes the past bleeds into the future.

Bess, a wild party girl running from herself, literally falls victim to her demons when she collapses in the most unexpected of places.

Lane, a tightly wound, up-and-coming CEO who can't seem to stop enabling his brother, doesn't know what hit him when Bess falls at his feet and into his life.

It was a night she doesn't remember, and one he can't forget.

But rather than stay and help the needy college coed, Lane decides to teach his brother a long overdue lesson––a decision that later comes back to haunt him and only adds fury to the transgressions of his past he is already fleeing from.

Years later, Bess and Lane meet again. She doesn't know him, and he doesn't share that he knows what happened on that ill-fated night when she almost died. After all, he has a web of complicated lies from his own youth to protect.

Both are seeking salvation in the arms of others and ignoring the truth—that the only road to redemption lies in confronting your past.

When the past and present collide, is there any chance at redemption?

Find out more about Rachel and her books at rachelblaufeld.com.