Today's Sexy Sunday post is from Lisa Renee Jones - be on the lookout for her show on Starz based on her Inside Out Trilogy soon! In the meantime, enjoy a steamy, suspenseful little excerpt from If I Were You below. 
Excerpt:
If I Were You by Lisa Renee Jones
Fifty Shades of Grey
meets Basic Instinct
It all began when my
neighbor thrust a key to a storage unit at me. She’d bought it to make extra
money after watching some storage auction show. Now she was on her way to the
airport to elope with a man she barely knew, and she needed me to clear out the
unit before the lease expires.
Soon, I was standing
inside a small room that held the intimate details of another woman’s life,
feeling uncomfortable, as if I was invading her privacy. Driven to find out by
some unnamed force, I began to dig, to discover this woman’s life, and yes,
read her journals—-dark, erotic journals that I had no business reading. Once I
started, I couldn’t stop. I read on obsessively, living out fantasies through
her words that I’d never dare experience on my own. I read onward until the
last terrifying dark entry left me certain that something had happened to this
woman. I had to find her and be sure she was okay.
The dark, passion it
becomes…
Now, I am working at
a prestigious gallery she’d
worked at, where I have always dreamed of being, and I’ve been delivered
to the doorstep of...him. He is rich and famous, and dark in ways I shouldn’t
find intriguing, but I do. I don’t
understand why his dark side appeals to me, but the attraction between us is
rich with velvety promises of satisfaction. He is damaged beneath his confident
good looks and need for control, and in some way, I feel he needs me. I need him.
All I know for certain is that he knows me like I don’t even
know me, and he says I know him. Still, I keep asking myself — do I know him?
Did he know her, the journal writer, and where is she? And why
doesn’t it seem to matter anymore? There is just him and me, and the burn for more.
THE FIRST JOURNAL
ENTRY THAT CAPTIVATED ME AND STARTED IT ALL
Sunday,
March 7th, 2012
Dangerous.
For months I’ve had dreams and nightmares about how perfectly he
personifies the word. Sleep-laden, alternate realities where I can vividly
smell his musky male scent, feel his hard body against mine. Taste the sweet
and sensuous flavor of him-–like milk chocolate with its silky demand that I
indulge in one more bite. And another. So good I’d forgotten there’s a price
for overindulgence. And there is a price. There is always a price. I was reminded of this life lesson
on Saturday night. And I know now, no matter what he says, no matter what he
does, I cannot--will not--see him again.
It started out as any other erotic adventure with him. Unpredictable.
Exciting. I barely remember where it all went wrong. How it took such a dark
turn.
He’d ordered me to undress and sit on the mattress, against the
headboard, my legs spread wide for his viewing. Naked before him, open to him,
I was vulnerable and quivering with need. Never in my life had I taken orders
from a man; most certainly I had never thought I would quiver with anything.
But I did for him.
If Saturday night proved anything, it was that once I was with him, under
his spell, he could demand anything of me, and I’d comply. He could push me to
the edge, to unbelievable places I’d never thought I would go. Exactly why I
can’t see him again. He makes me feel possessed, and what is so disconcerting
about this feeling is that I like it. I can hardly wrap my mind around allowing
such a thing, though I burn for it. But when I saw him standing at the end of
the bed Saturday night, all broad and thick with sinewy muscle, his cock
jutting forward, there was nothing but that need.
He was magnificent. Really, truly the most gorgeous man I’ve ever known.
Instant lust exploded inside me. I wanted to feel him close to me, to feel him
touch me. To touch him. But I know now not to touch him without his permission.
And I know not to beg him to let me.
I’ve learned my lesson from past encounters. He enjoys the vulnerability
of a plea far too much. Enjoys withholding his pleasures, until I am nearly
quaking with the burn of my body. Until I am liquid heat and tears. He likes
that power over me. He likes full control. I should hate him. Sometimes, I
think I love him.
It was the blindfold that should have warned me I was headed toward a
place of no return. Thinking back, I believe it did. He tossed it on the bed, a
dare, and instantly a shiver chased a path up and down my spine. The idea of
not being able to see what was happening to me should have aroused me-–it did
arouse me. But for reasons I didn’t understand at the time, it also frightened
me. I was scared and I hesitated.
This did not please him. He told me so, in that deep, rich, baritone
voice that makes me quiver uncontrollably. The need to please him had been so
compelling. I put on the blindfold.
I was rewarded by the shift of the mattress. He was coming to me. Soon, I
knew I would come, too. His hands slid possessively up my calves, over my
thighs. And damn him, stopped just before my place of need.
What came next was a shadowy
whirlwind of sensation. He pulled me onto my back, flat against the mattress. I
knew satisfaction was seconds away. Soon he would enter me. Soon I would have
what I needed. But to my distress, he moved away.
It was then that I was sure I’d heard the click of a lock. It jolted me
to a sitting position, and I called out his name, fearful he was leaving.
Certain that I’d done something wrong. Then relieved when his hand flattened on
my stomach. I’d imagined the sound of the lock. I must have. But I couldn’t
shake the subtle shift in the air then, the raw lust and menace consuming the
room that didn’t feel like him. It was a thought easily forgotten when he settled heavy between my
thighs, his strong hands lifting my arms over my head, his breath warm on my
neck--his body heavy, perfect.
Somehow, a silk tie wrapped around my wrists and my arms were tied to the
bed frame. It never occurred to me that he could not have done this on his own.
That he was on top of me, unable to manipulate my arms. But then, he was
manipulating my body, my mind, and I was his willing victim.
He lifted his body from mine, and I whimpered, unable to reach for him.
Again silence. And the whisk of fabric. More strange sounds. Long seconds
ticked by, and I remember the chill that snaked across my skin. The feeling of
dread that had balled in my stomach.
And then, the moment I know I will die
remembering. The moment when the steel of a blade touched my lips. The moment
that he promised there was pleasure in pain. The moment when the blade traveled
along my skin with the proof he would be true to his words. And I knew then
that I had been wrong. He was not dangerous. Nor was he chocolate. He was
lethal, a drug, and I feared…
Meet The Author
Former CEO and business owner of LRJ Staffing, an Austin based staffing agency frequently receiving accolades across the state, left behind the corporate world to write romance. LRJ Staffing had offices in Austin, Dallas, Temple, Waco, San Antonio, and Nashville.
Back in September it was announced that New York Times and USA Today Bestselling author Lisa Renee Jones sold her indie erotic series THE INSIDE OUT TRILOGY in a major deal to by Simon and Schuster.(Louise Fury, L.Perkins Agency) Since then the highly acclaimed series has sold to ten foreign countries, with more under negotiation, and now it’s been optioned by STARZ for television (Shari Smiley, Resolution.) The project is moving forward quickly, with Suzanne Todd (Alice in Wonderland) producing.
Inspired by a real journal found in a storage unit during Lisa's eight years buying and selling units, the series embraces the dark sensuality of 50 Shades of Grey and the intrigue with storage units that is Storage Wars in one spine tingling series packed with mystery and passion.
The print version of IF I WERE YOU, book 1, is in stores now.
Where to find Lisa
for a chance to win
many prizes in
celebrating the release of If
I Were You.
