{{BOOK TOUR}} DENIAL BY LISA RENEE JONES
Meet Kayden in Book one in the CARELESS
WHISPERS series. This is a standalone spin-off of the INSIDE OUT series (soon
to be a TV show) that follows Ella Ferguson,
Sara McMillan's best friend.
#SayYesToKayden
From New
York Times bestselling author Lisa Renee Jones, the first book in the CARELESS
WHISPERS series.
Please note: This is the
standalone spinoff of the INSIDE OUT series. New readers can enjoy this without
reading INSIDE OUT but those who love INSIDE OUT will FINALLY find out what
happened to Ella!
Ella
Ferguson awakes alone in Italy, unsure of who she is, and a gorgeous man has
claimed her as his own. He's tall, dark, and sexy, with money and power, the
kind of man who makes a girl want to be possessed. And he does possess her,
whispering wicked wonderful promises to her, stealing her trust and her heart.
Soon though, the past finds her, yanking her from a cocoon of passion and
safety. Everything is not how it seems. The truth will shatter her world, but
it can set her free, if it doesn't destroy her first.
His hand slides to my back and he leans me toward the
table, forcing me to catch myself on my elbows. He holds me there, his body
cradling mine, his lips a breath from a touch. “I won’t let you fall.”
“I know,” I say, and I do now. Beyond time and reason, I
trust this man.
His mouth brushes mine and then trails down my jaw, slowly
teasing a path to my ear, where he whispers, “I’m not going to claim to own you
the way he did.” He flattens his hands on my belly, possessiveness in the
touch. “I’m just going to make you wish I did.”
My lips part with the erotic promise, and he is already
kissing me, licking into my mouth, his tongue a sultry, seductive promise that
he can make good on his vow. And while I do not wish anyone to own me again, I
want what he offers in a way that defies reason.
He nips my lips and licks away the sweet ache, and somehow
I feel that lick between my thighs where I am already wet and aching. His
whiskers rasp on my cheek, down my neck to my shoulder, a wicked burn that is
torment and pleasure at the same time. Like he is. His hands settle on my
waist, lingering there, teasing me with all the places they could go, until
finally he is caressing my body, up and down, a slow, sexy, torturous
exploration.
He pinches my nipples again and he is not gentle, but I do
not seem to want gentle. My sex clenches and my knees crush his hips. His lips
curve to a small, satisfied smile that is wickedly sexy, and rawly male. He
leans in and licks one of my throbbing nipples, sending a shiver down my spine,
and I arch upward, the table biting into my elbows, but I do not care. He is
sucking me, dragging deep on the knotted peak, and pleasure tingles through my
nerve endings, my sex, forcing my legs to squeeze his hips again.
My arms tremble with my weight and he responds without me
asking, moving closer and laying me on top of the table. My spine flattens on
the hard surface and he lingers above me. “I want more.”
“More what?”
“Everything,” he says, his lips nuzzling my ear as he
repeats, “Everything, Ella. Can I have it?”
The question affects me, but not as much as the way he
waits, genuinely seeking my approval. He takes power but somehow gives it to me
as well, and this is freedom to me, safety. Things I do not think I have often
felt in my life. “Yes,” I whisper. “Yes.”
He inhales as if my approval surprises and pleases him, as
if it is a gift he relishes, not a property he owns. And it is then that I give
myself the freedom to just let go, the muscles in my body easing in ways they
hadn’t before. I do give him everything. His mouth caresses mine and he
whispers, “That’s what I wanted,” as if he knows I’ve made that decision.
And already his lips are traveling down my neck, tongue
flicking here and there, his hand caressing, squeezing my breast. He assaults
my senses with pleasure, touching me, kissing me, driving away my memories and
enemies. His whiskers rasp my belly, his lips pressing to the center, his
tongue flickering into my navel, and I tremble with the silent promise it will
soon be where I want it to be. His hand flattens over my sex, inches lower
until he is flicking my clit, back and forth, back and forth.
He lifts my legs to his shoulders, spreading me wide, and
I am vulnerably his, and aroused beyond belief. He lowers his head, his breath
a warm tease on my sensitive places, and I grip the edge of the table, bracing
myself for what is to come. He laps at my nub, the barely there touch, and I am
breathing hard, wishing I could touch him, incapable of moving, and the muscles
of my sex clench so tightly it hurts.
He licks my clit and I am both relieved and on edge in the
same moment, ready for more, for that everything he has promised me. Another
lick follows. Yes, please, more, I think, and as if he’s heard my silent plea,
he gives it to me. His hands slide beneath my backside and he lifts me to his
mouth, and it is nothing shy of sweet bliss when his mouth closes down around
me. He sucks, drawing deeply on my sensitive flesh, lapping at me, licking me
again in all the right ways and right places. I am panting and moaning, and I
barely recognize the sounds as my own. Sensations ripple through me and when
his fingers slide inside me, I am undone, tumbling into orgasm. The intensity
jerks my body and I lose all time and space. It’s escape, sweet, blissful
escape, and he keeps me there, slowly bringing me down, the licks of his tongue
growing softer, slower. Until I am sated, limp, and he pulls me back onto his
lap, my head resting on his shoulder, his hand flattening between my shoulder
blades.
“Everything or nothing,” he whispers, and this time, I do
not believe he is talking about orgasms and pleasure.
I lean back to look at him, and the idea of what we are
becoming is a sweet seduction, threatened by the emptiness of my past. “What if
everything is too much?”
He drags two fingers down my cheek. “Sweetheart, I don’t
have a ceiling. We’re going to find out if you do.”
***ARC provided in exchange
Careless Whispers is a spin
At the start of Denial we are
I adored Inside Out and
What a fabulous well written
New York
Times and USA Today Bestselling author Lisa Renee Jones is the author of the
highly acclaimed INSIDE OUT SERIES, and is now in development by Suzanne Todd
(Alice in Wonderland) for cable TV. In addition, her Tall, Dark and Deadly
series and The Secret Life of Amy Bensen series, both spent several months on a
combination of the NY Times and USA Today lists.
Watch the
video on casting for the INSIDE TV Show HERE
Since beginning her publishing career in 2007, Lisa has
published more than 40 books translated around the world. Booklist says that
Jones suspense truly sizzles with an energy similar to FBI tales with a
paranormal twist by Julie Garwood or Suzanne Brockmann.
Prior to publishing, Lisa owned multi-state staffing
agency that was recognized many times by The Austin Business Journal and also
praised by Dallas Women Magazine. In 1998 LRJ was listed as the #7 growing
women owned business in Entrepreneur Magazine.
Lisa
loves to hear from her readers. You can reach her at on her website and she is
active on twitter and facebook daily.
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