BOOK
DETAILS:
Title
– Revealing Us (Inside Out Trilogy, Book #3)
Author
– Lisa Renee Jones
Genre
– Erotic Romance
Publisher
– Gallery Books
Release
Date – September 10, 2013
BOOK
SUMMARY:
The
third installment in the sexy Inside Out erotic romance series—in
the seductive tradition of Fifty
Shades of Grey.
You've
discovered Rebecca's secrets. You've discovered Sara's secrets. Now
Sara will discover "his" deepest, darkest secrets...but
will those secrets bind them together--or tear them apart?
~EXCERPT~
The
elevator opens and he waits for me to enter, and I do. With fast
steps, I rush inside and whirl around to confront him. He stalks
forward, and this time he doesn’t avoid looking at me, his
expression etched with pure determination and some raw, dark emotion
I cannot fully name. I don’t get the chance to try.
Before
a word is out of my mouth, and I have many intended, the bags he’s
holding hit the floor and Chris has pressed me back against the wall.
My purse tumbles from my arm and his powerful thighs encase mine; his
hips mold my hips. I gasp with the rough tangle of his fingers in my
hair and the blaze of his eyes as they capture mine. I am angry with
him. I am aroused. And when his mouth claims my mouth, his tongue
slicing past my lips with a delicious lick followed by another,
demanding my response, I am at his mercy. My fingers curl around his
t-shirt and I push away the tiny space between us, molding myself
against him. He owns me and, considering how the past thirty minutes
have gone, this terrifies me, but I’m all in with Chris. I decided
that long before Paris. I am his to command, moaning with the taste
of him, sultry and male, on my tongue.
His
hand sweeps up my side, fingers flexing over my ribs, palm covering
my breast. My nipple tightens in anticipation of the tug that follows
and I moan, my need to touch Chris almost unbearable. I reach for his
shirt, intending to push beneath, but he doesn’t let me.
Chris’s
fingers close around my wrist and I know he is in that dark place,
where he doesn’t let me touch him—but I am in a dark place, too,
on edge, ripe with my anger and unwilling to be submissive to him.
Challenging his silent message of control, I reach for his shirt with
my free hand and he shackles my wrist as well and tears his mouth
from mine. Our eyes lock, the sound of our heavy breathing filling
the air and the motion of the elevator I didn’t even know was
moving swaying our bodies. The floor vibrates slightly beneath our
feet and I sense, rather than see, the doors behind Chris slide open,
but still we stand there, still we stare at each other.
“They
don’t get to tell you who I am,” he says. His voice is a rough
growl, low and tight. “I do. I tell you and I show you so you get
the truth, not their fabrication of it.” A muscle in his jaw
flexes. “Understand?”
My
anger and fear dissolve instantly. He’s not pulling away from me.
He’s angry that Amber and Tristan might taint my view of him when
he’s already convinced I’ll hate him before this discovery
process is over.
“Do
you understand?” he demands when I apparently don’t answer fast
enough.
This
time I don’t fight the bark of his order, understanding the
desperateness beneath its surface. “Yes. Yes. Chris, I—”
His
fingers tangle in my hair again, tugging my head back in that
deliciously rough way he does. Dark Chris calls to me and I no longer
fight answering. “Do not go there without me again.” His voice is
gravelly; raw like the emotion I’ve seen in his face and tasted on
his lips.
“Me
going there wasn’t what you think it was, Chris.”
His
eyes flash with disapproval. He is not pleased, or accepting, of what
I’ve said, and his mouth closes down on mine, punishing,
controlling. His tongue thrusting and tasting, before he repeats his
words, his fingers stroking my breasts, teasing my nipple. “Do not
go there again without me, Sara.”
“I
won’t.” The words come out a hoarse groan as his hand strokes a
path up and down my side, and back over my breast. His touch is
heavy, the air thick, and I’m certain he isn’t convinced. “I
won’t go back without you.”
His
fingers curl around my neck and he stares down at me, searching my
face with such intensity it feels as if he’s seeing straight to my
soul. And I welcome the invasion. I welcome him. Seconds tick by, and
I have no idea what he sees or doesn’t see in me, but he drags my
mouth to his and kisses me.
The
silky hot stroke of his tongue is a shot of adrenaline and desire
that spikes through my body and creates a tingling sensation from
head to toe. I shudder with pleasure and drink him in, tasting the
bittersweet hunger in him, the anger and torment. I burn to touch him
beyond where my fingers rest on his chest, to feel hard muscle flex
beneath my fingers. But control is his outlet of choice when there is
no whip, no pain. And I am no longer angry, no longer rebelling
against his demands. No longer fighting his need for an outlet I have
long ached for him to know he has with me, in me.
I
tremble with the caress of his hand over my waist, traveling to my
hip, and curving around my backside to firmly pull me hard against
his thick erection. His palm skims upward to the small of my back,
and flattens, molding me even closer. I moan into his mouth and he
groans in response, his tongue delving deeply, hot with growing
demand, with a palpable urgency. And his hands are everywhere,
touching me, stroking me, caressing me, driving me wild and, before I
know what’s happening, he’s shoving my jeans down my legs. I
blink and my boots are gone and I’m half-naked in an elevator with
the doors locked open.
I
might have protested our location, asked to move to another room, but
Chris turns me to the wall and his hands slide, slow and firm,
possessively down my waist and over my hips. Feeling his gaze rake
over my body, I am wet and weak in the knees.
He
cups my cheeks from behind and steps forward, pressing his lips to my
ear. “Tonight, I want to spank you, but I won’t. Not when it
would be punishment. I won’t ever do that to you. But don’t think
that means I won’t want to.”
I
understand Chris. I don’t know how or why but, deep in our souls,
we connect, and I know what he is doing. He’s showing me a hard
exterior but all I see is vulnerability, a need that tonight has
sparked, to show me a darker, more dangerous side of himself, and
have me not run for cover. “You can’t scare me away, Chris. So
throw all the words you want at me. I’m still here. I’m still not
going anywhere. And in case you forgot, I liked it when you spanked
me.”
His
hand finds my stomach and then presses deeper between my legs, until
his fingers tease my clit. “Maybe this time I’ll tie you up and
flog you.”
“Do
it.” His fingers stroke into the silky wet V of my body, and I am
panting, barely able to speak, but I swallow and somehow finish my
challenge. “The more you push me, the more I push back,
Chris.”
He
nips my earlobe and I can feel him unzipping his pants. “So you
say,” he murmurs.
“So
I know.” Throwing caution to the wind, I press onward, trying to
unleash the pent-up energy in him he bottles until it later explodes.
“Only one of us is running. Only one of us is afraid of what I have
yet to discover, Chris.”
The
air crackles and his hand goes to my waist, fingers flexing into my
flesh, and I revel in the certainty I’ve succeeded in taking him to
the edge. “You think I’m running?” he demands.
“No.
I think you’re trying to make me run so you can blame me if we
fail.”
His
cock presses between my legs. “Does that feel like I want you to
run?” He enters me, driving hard inside me without any prelude.
“Does that?” And then he is thrusting, reaching around me to meld
his hand to my breast, holding onto it, and me. He thrusts again,
burying himself, with a fieriness that outreaches pure physical need.
Oh yes, I have made him angry and I am glad. I want this side of him,
I want all of him. And damn it, he just keeps trying to deny me. He
keeps trying to hold back and, yes, he keeps trying to make me
run.
I
press my hand to his hand where it’s melded to my breast, teasing
me, holding him there, holding on and not planning to ever let go.
Pleasure splinters through me with each thrust of his cock, each
moment he’s buried deep inside me. Sensation after sensation begins
in my sex and rushes through nerve endings. I am lost in how he
feels, how I feel, and I arch into him, my muscles clench around him,
and then I cannot breathe. My orgasm takes me by surprise, enveloping
me, consuming me. I rise to the top of it far too quickly and come
down far too hard and fast, but just in time to feel Chris shudder,
his body tensing with his release. He stills, burying his face in my
neck, and his body slowly relaxes. For several moments he holds me
there, and I’m not sure either of us breathes, let alone speaks or
moves. I am not sure what to say or what to do next.
Abruptly,
he pulls out of me, and I don’t know why, but an unusual sense of
complete, utter emptiness washes over me. The “why” is answered
when I start to turn to find him already headed out of the elevator.
I stare after him, knots balling in my stomach. Maybe I pushed the
wrong buttons. Maybe I pushed him to far or too hard. Maybe I made a
mistake.
PURCHASE LINKS:
REVEALING
US (Inside Out, Book #3) Ebook Links
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US (Inside Out, Book #3) Paperback Links
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*Ebook
Links to the other books in the series (in correct reading order)*
IF
I WERE YOU (Inside Out, Book #1)
Amazon
- http://amzn.to/15H4KuS
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& Noble - http://bit.ly/1etlnB5
Rebecca's
Lost Journals, Volume 1: The Seduction (Inside Out, Book #1.1)
Amazon
- http://amzn.to/14DG8Tw
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Rebecca's Lost Journals, Volume 2: The Contract (Inside Out, Book #1.2)
Amazon
- http://amzn.to/1dTmwTC
Rebecca's Lost Journals, Volume 3: His Submissive (Inside Out, Book #1.3)
Amazon
- http://amzn.to/1etmtge
Rebecca's Lost Journals, Volume 4: My Master (Inside Out, Book #1.4)
Amazon
- http://amzn.to/1etn3KQ
BEING
ME (Inside Out, Book #2)
Amazon
- http://amzn.to/1ai75k2
The
Master Undone: An Inside Out Novella (Inside Out, Book #2.5)
Amazon
- http://amzn.to/14DHRs0
~AUTHOR'S BIO~
New
York Times and USA Today Bestselling author Lisa Renee Jones is the
author of the highly acclaimed INSIDE OUT TRILOGY which has sold to
more than ten countries for translation with negotiations in process
for more, and has now been optioned by STARZ Network for a cable
television show, to be produced by Suzanne Todd (Alice in
Wonderland).
Since
beginning her publishing career in 2007, Lisa has published more than
30 books with publishers such as Simon and Schuster, Avon,
Kensington, Harlequin, NAL, Berkley and Elloras Cave, as well as
crafting a successful indie career. 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 www.lisareneejones.com and
she is active on twitter and facebook daily.
~AUTHOR LINKS~
Not only does this series have a romance with sexy dominant males but a mystery to boot. Lisa Renee Jones writes an amazing tale.
ReplyDeleteI woke up this morning with Revealing Us telling me good morning on my Kindle. I'm a happy camper!! LOL
Thank you for a wonderful giveaway.
I love Lisa's writing. She has an amazing story-telling ability that keeps me coming back for more.
ReplyDeleteI have not reAd but i so want to
ReplyDeleteHaven't read yet....but looking forward to reading them!!
ReplyDeleteHaven't read them, but now I can't wait!
ReplyDeleteHaven't read them yet but I just started the series and I was instantly hooked. I'm a fan of Lisa's in general but so far, this series is unbelievable.
ReplyDeleteI haven't read them yet, but I do own a copy of If I Were You and the rest are on my TBR too. I can't wait to begin this series, I like the author and these books just sound awesome.
ReplyDeleteSince I already have a copy of the book, I'd luv to win the tote or an Ecopy of Revealing Us!
Thx for another great giveaway =)
I haven't read the sereis yet but I have been wanting to read it so badly
ReplyDeleteI love this series! Lisa Renee Jones sure knows how to write romantic suspense. I look forward to each new book!
ReplyDeleteHaven't yet but i have one on my kindle!
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