The Liar's Dice (The Pingkang Li Mysteries, #2.5)

by Jeannie Lin

Any man who would kiss me had to be unsuitable.

I was as addicted as my brother to the roll of the dice. It was the hope that, by some lucky chance, you could have something that was not rightfully yours.

From my brief time masquerading as a man, it seemed that honor, trust and friendship among men could be very complicated.