I am soooo excited to have with me today my good friend and fellow Dangerous Woman Lisa Renee Jones. Lisa is the author of a number of fabulous books and she is with us today to talk about her latest release, IF I WERE YOU.
So please welcome Lisa who has a very special giveaway for you also!
Thanks Caridad for letting me stop by today! I have a signed arc of IF I WERE YOU, a $10 gift card to your bookstore of choice, and a copy of Wicked Werewolf Passion. Just comment for a chance to win!
Inspired by a journal my fiancee found when buying and selling storage units (yes like the show but before the show) I call this my SHADES OF GREY meets BASIC INSTINCT. Why Shades of Grey? The dark, damaged characters and passion. Why Basic Instinct? Because the main character Sara finds an erotic journal and begins to read. Sara becomes as obsessed with the writer of the journal as the writer is with the two men in the journal, and they with her. She seeks out the woman to be sure she is safe and becomes absorbed in her life, where she meets two powerful men — one of which draws her into an intensely passionate affair. Here’s a little about IF I WERE YOU and a never seen before excerpt:
Book 1: If I Were You
Book 2: Being Me
Book 3: Revealing Us
He is rich and famous, and dark in ways I shouldn’t find intriguing, but I do. I so do. I don’t understand why his dark side appeals to me, but the attraction between us is rich with velvety promises of satisfaction. Chris is dark, and so are his desires, but I cannot turn away. He is damaged beneath his confident good looks and need for control, and in some way, I feel he needs me. I need him.
A short excerpt from IF I WERE YOU:
His fingers knot in my hair and I gasp at the unexpected bite of his grip, holding me steady. “Is that all you got?†I demand, shocked at how much I want more. How much I want whatever is beneath his surface.
I’m not scared. I’m aroused. I’m ready.
His eyes probe mine, his expression hard, intense. “I thought you were a good little school teacher.â€
“You’re corrupting me,†I declare, “and I seem to like it.†I barely issue the challenge before he’s pulling my mouth to his, and he is kissing me with unrestrained, burning passion. I taste the part of him I want to know, the part he’s afraid of, and I burn to know more. Maybe he’s right. Maybe I am playing with fire, but I cannot stop myself. Beyond reason, I will push him until he reveals everything.