Today we spotlight Lisa Renee Jones and her very soon to be released (July 22) book Escaping Reality (The Secret Life of Amy Bensen). Lisa Renee does not disappoint with this sexy, suspenseful page turner! Amy Bensen is running from her "Godzilla" past when she meets "tantalizing" architect Liam Stone. Liam is a super "demanding," very Alpha, and definite BBF material. Their instant, intense chemistry doesn't take very long to burn up the pages!
Lisa Renee gives us another fantastic romantic thriller. However, be warned, Escaping Reality ends with a cliffhanger and now we are dying to get our hands on book 2! Want. It. NOW! Today we have sexy excerpts and a GIVEAWAY to win an ebook of Escaping Reality on release day AND 5 Escaping Reality and Revealing Us Bags!
Lisa Renee gives us another fantastic romantic thriller. However, be warned, Escaping Reality ends with a cliffhanger and now we are dying to get our hands on book 2! Want. It. NOW! Today we have sexy excerpts and a GIVEAWAY to win an ebook of Escaping Reality on release day AND 5 Escaping Reality and Revealing Us Bags!
Excerpts, Pre-order Link, and Book Summary
Escaping Reality Excerpts
#1
“Do you have a ride to wherever you’re going?”
“A friend is picking me up,” I croak out, and the lie is like wet cotton in my throat. He wants this…this whatever we started to continue and so do I, but I can’t know his real motivation any more than I can risk his safety by being seen with him.
“Male or female?”
I blink, snapping back to the present. “What? Male or female?”
“Your friend picking you up. Male or female?”
I know the safe answer is “male”. I know that if his motivation for the question is simple male interest, it will discourage him, and still I hear myself say, “Female.”
His eyes darken, heat, and I think he’s pleased with my answer. “I’ll help you with your bags.”
“No, I—”
“I’m helping you with your bags, Amy.”
There is command in his voice, and I am instantly, unbelievably aroused, and pleased at his insistence, when I should be running for the hills. I will run for the hills when the doors open. “Thank you,” I murmur and turn away from him, afraid he will read my intentions to flee. Quickly, I make sure my folder and bag are intact, sliding the leather strap over my shoulder, and I am ready for action.
The plane parks at the gate, and Liam stretches his long, perfect body to retrieve my bag from the overhead compartment. Once he hands it to me, I lift the handle and tell myself to make my escape, but for a moment I am frozen in regret over leaving him. Too soon, he jerks his bag free, and I am out of time. A man moves between myself and Liam and I take the opportunity to dart for the exit. I don’t look back. I want to look back.
A few minutes later, I am outside in a cab line that stretches a good fifteen cab lengths long, with no actual cars in sight. Thanks to several conventions and some Hollywood event, it appears I have plenty of time to savor my regret over leaving Liam behind. And I do. I savor it like I would water in a desert.
I’m busying contemplating how good he might have tasted when a black Town Car stops directly beside me. The door opens and to my shock Liam steps out and grabs my bag. “Come with me,” he orders, and he doesn’t give me time to argue.
I haven’t moved yet and he’s already at the trunk where the driver lifts my bag to deposit it inside. I consider leaving it behind and running. I should leave it and run. I charge toward him and meet him at the back door.
My chin lifts and he is taller than I realized, and his sleek goatee is impossibly sexy, nearly distracting me from my anger. “You can’t just take my bag and demand I come with you.”
“And yet that’s exactly what I did. Get in the car, Amy.”
I bristle at the command. “I don’t know you.”
His piercing blue eyes darken. “I have every intention of remedying that.”
A thrill shoots through me at the obvious promise that he will be my lover, and there is no denying that I am seduced by this man, drawn to his confidence and dark good looks. To the gentle lion I believe will take control of everything around him, including me. The man who will demand much of me, and perhaps take more than I should give. And yet, beyond all reason, I want to experience those things. I want to experience him. It almost feels…necessary.
#2
“Amy,” Liam says, and somehow my name is both a command and a caress.
“Liam,” I reply and I like how my name sounds on his lips. I also like how his name feels on my tongue. Even more so. I like how his tongue feels against mine, how he feels when I am with him.
“You didn’t text me like I told you to.”
Normally I would bristle at the command, but it takes effort to muster objection. “I’m not good at taking orders, Liam.”
“Is that why you didn’t text me?” His voice is softer now, his tone too intimate and yet still not intimate enough to satisfy the craving his voice creates in me. I will myself to say more, to say goodbye, but I can’t get the words out. I settle on, “I’m going to drop the phone by your hotel. I can’t accept it.”
“It’s a gift.”
“I pay my own way.”
“The money is nothing to me and everything to you.”
This time I do bristle. Money is nothing to me beyond basic survival. “Your money is nothing to me, Liam.”
“And while that makes me immensely happy in some way, Amy, it does not now, when we are talking about the phone. Money is just money. You are right. But your safety is another story. You need the phone.”
I think of the phone my handler gave me, and it bothers me he can track me. He can perhaps see my phone records. But won’t Liam be able to do the same? “I’ll get my own phone.”
“Use this one until you do.”
I open my mouth to object and he seems to read my thoughts. “Compromise, Amy.”
Compromise. And while I feel that is all I have done my entire life, it is strangely appealing with Liam, maybe because it implies there is a relationship between us that there isn’t. Is there? “I can’t keep the phone.”
“At least keep it and use it until we can talk about it tonight.”
Tonight? “No. No there isn’t a tonight. I can’t see you anymore.”
Silence. One beat. Two. “There is that word again,” he observes, and then repeats, “We’ll talk tonight, Amy.”
“No, Liam. No.”
“You think you’re alone but you aren’t.”
“Because I have you now?”
“Yes. I know you don’t believe that, but you will. Soon, baby, you will.”
The idea of having him is bittersweet in so many ways I can’t tick them off in a year. “You don’t know what I think or what is important to me.”
“I know enough. The rest I want to find out.”
“No.” But it sounds like yes. “I won’t be here tonight. I have plans.” Like locking myself in that cage of an apartment and going nowhere.
“I’m not going away, Amy. You do know that, don’t you?”
His voice is possessive, a rasp of sandpaper over my nerve endings following by pure silk, and it does funny things to my stomach. “I don’t need a protector, Liam.”
“I see things differently.”
My spine locks into a steel bar. “I am not your—”
“Not yet. But I want you to be.”
Synopsis
He is rich, famous, and secretive and he will become her passion, her desire, her escape from a dark reality she so desperately craves…
At the young age of eighteen, tragedy and a dark secret force Lara to flee all she has known and loves to start a new life. Now years later, with a new identity as Amy, she’s finally dared to believe she is forgotten–even if she cannot forget. But just when she lets down her guard down, the ghost’s of her past are quick to punish her, forcing her back on the run.
On a plane, struggling to face the devastation of losing everything again and starting over, Amy meets Liam Stone, a darkly entrancing recluse billionaire, who is also a brilliant, and famous, prodigy architect. A man who knows what he wants and goes after it. And what he wants is Amy. Refusing to take “no” as an answer, he sweeps her into a passionate affair, pushing her to her erotic limits. He wants to possess her. He makes her want to be possessed. Liam demands everything from her, accepting nothing less. But what if she is too devastated by tragedy to know when he wants more than she should give? And what if there is more to Liam than meets the eyes?
#1
“Do you have a ride to wherever you’re going?”
“A friend is picking me up,” I croak out, and the lie is like wet cotton in my throat. He wants this…this whatever we started to continue and so do I, but I can’t know his real motivation any more than I can risk his safety by being seen with him.
“Male or female?”
I blink, snapping back to the present. “What? Male or female?”
“Your friend picking you up. Male or female?”
I know the safe answer is “male”. I know that if his motivation for the question is simple male interest, it will discourage him, and still I hear myself say, “Female.”
His eyes darken, heat, and I think he’s pleased with my answer. “I’ll help you with your bags.”
“No, I—”
“I’m helping you with your bags, Amy.”
There is command in his voice, and I am instantly, unbelievably aroused, and pleased at his insistence, when I should be running for the hills. I will run for the hills when the doors open. “Thank you,” I murmur and turn away from him, afraid he will read my intentions to flee. Quickly, I make sure my folder and bag are intact, sliding the leather strap over my shoulder, and I am ready for action.
The plane parks at the gate, and Liam stretches his long, perfect body to retrieve my bag from the overhead compartment. Once he hands it to me, I lift the handle and tell myself to make my escape, but for a moment I am frozen in regret over leaving him. Too soon, he jerks his bag free, and I am out of time. A man moves between myself and Liam and I take the opportunity to dart for the exit. I don’t look back. I want to look back.
A few minutes later, I am outside in a cab line that stretches a good fifteen cab lengths long, with no actual cars in sight. Thanks to several conventions and some Hollywood event, it appears I have plenty of time to savor my regret over leaving Liam behind. And I do. I savor it like I would water in a desert.
I’m busying contemplating how good he might have tasted when a black Town Car stops directly beside me. The door opens and to my shock Liam steps out and grabs my bag. “Come with me,” he orders, and he doesn’t give me time to argue.
I haven’t moved yet and he’s already at the trunk where the driver lifts my bag to deposit it inside. I consider leaving it behind and running. I should leave it and run. I charge toward him and meet him at the back door.
My chin lifts and he is taller than I realized, and his sleek goatee is impossibly sexy, nearly distracting me from my anger. “You can’t just take my bag and demand I come with you.”
“And yet that’s exactly what I did. Get in the car, Amy.”
I bristle at the command. “I don’t know you.”
His piercing blue eyes darken. “I have every intention of remedying that.”
A thrill shoots through me at the obvious promise that he will be my lover, and there is no denying that I am seduced by this man, drawn to his confidence and dark good looks. To the gentle lion I believe will take control of everything around him, including me. The man who will demand much of me, and perhaps take more than I should give. And yet, beyond all reason, I want to experience those things. I want to experience him. It almost feels…necessary.
#2
“Amy,” Liam says, and somehow my name is both a command and a caress.
“Liam,” I reply and I like how my name sounds on his lips. I also like how his name feels on my tongue. Even more so. I like how his tongue feels against mine, how he feels when I am with him.
“You didn’t text me like I told you to.”
Normally I would bristle at the command, but it takes effort to muster objection. “I’m not good at taking orders, Liam.”
“Is that why you didn’t text me?” His voice is softer now, his tone too intimate and yet still not intimate enough to satisfy the craving his voice creates in me. I will myself to say more, to say goodbye, but I can’t get the words out. I settle on, “I’m going to drop the phone by your hotel. I can’t accept it.”
“It’s a gift.”
“I pay my own way.”
“The money is nothing to me and everything to you.”
This time I do bristle. Money is nothing to me beyond basic survival. “Your money is nothing to me, Liam.”
“And while that makes me immensely happy in some way, Amy, it does not now, when we are talking about the phone. Money is just money. You are right. But your safety is another story. You need the phone.”
I think of the phone my handler gave me, and it bothers me he can track me. He can perhaps see my phone records. But won’t Liam be able to do the same? “I’ll get my own phone.”
“Use this one until you do.”
I open my mouth to object and he seems to read my thoughts. “Compromise, Amy.”
Compromise. And while I feel that is all I have done my entire life, it is strangely appealing with Liam, maybe because it implies there is a relationship between us that there isn’t. Is there? “I can’t keep the phone.”
“At least keep it and use it until we can talk about it tonight.”
Tonight? “No. No there isn’t a tonight. I can’t see you anymore.”
Silence. One beat. Two. “There is that word again,” he observes, and then repeats, “We’ll talk tonight, Amy.”
“No, Liam. No.”
“You think you’re alone but you aren’t.”
“Because I have you now?”
“Yes. I know you don’t believe that, but you will. Soon, baby, you will.”
The idea of having him is bittersweet in so many ways I can’t tick them off in a year. “You don’t know what I think or what is important to me.”
“I know enough. The rest I want to find out.”
“No.” But it sounds like yes. “I won’t be here tonight. I have plans.” Like locking myself in that cage of an apartment and going nowhere.
“I’m not going away, Amy. You do know that, don’t you?”
His voice is possessive, a rasp of sandpaper over my nerve endings following by pure silk, and it does funny things to my stomach. “I don’t need a protector, Liam.”
“I see things differently.”
My spine locks into a steel bar. “I am not your—”
“Not yet. But I want you to be.”
Synopsis
He is rich, famous, and secretive and he will become her passion, her desire, her escape from a dark reality she so desperately craves…
At the young age of eighteen, tragedy and a dark secret force Lara to flee all she has known and loves to start a new life. Now years later, with a new identity as Amy, she’s finally dared to believe she is forgotten–even if she cannot forget. But just when she lets down her guard down, the ghost’s of her past are quick to punish her, forcing her back on the run.
On a plane, struggling to face the devastation of losing everything again and starting over, Amy meets Liam Stone, a darkly entrancing recluse billionaire, who is also a brilliant, and famous, prodigy architect. A man who knows what he wants and goes after it. And what he wants is Amy. Refusing to take “no” as an answer, he sweeps her into a passionate affair, pushing her to her erotic limits. He wants to possess her. He makes her want to be possessed. Liam demands everything from her, accepting nothing less. But what if she is too devastated by tragedy to know when he wants more than she should give? And what if there is more to Liam than meets the eyes?