If I Were You
Fifty Shades of Grey meets Basic Instinct
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.
More About IF I WERE YOU
How it began….
One day I was a high school teacher on summer break, leading a relatively uneventful but happy life. Or so I told myself. Later, I’d question that, as I would question pretty much everything I knew about me, my relationships, and my desires. 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. Why had she let these items so neatly packed, possessions that she clearly cared about deeply, be lost at an auction? 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, compelled by the three men in her life, none of whom had names. 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.
Before long, I was taking her job for the summer at the art gallery, living her life, and she was nowhere to be found. I was becoming someone I didn’t know. I was becoming her…
The dark, passion it becomes…
Now, I am working at a prestigious gallery, where I have always dreamed of being, and I’ve been delivered to the doorstep of several men, all of which I envision as one I’ve read about in the journal. But there is one man that will call to me, that will awaken me in ways I never believed possible. That man is the ruggedly sexy artist, Chris Merit, who wants to paint me. 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.
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.
Excerpt:
Rounding the corner, I enter the hallway, and Chris is suddenly there in the narrow passage with me, pressing me against the wall, his powerful thighs framing mine.
My hand goes instinctively to his t-shirt-clad chest. I am immediately aware of the intimacy of the touch, of my body’s reaction to the man who has betrayed me. “Don’t shove me against another wall and try to intimidate me, Chris.”
“I’m not trying to intimidate you. I was protecting you, Sara.” His hands move to my waist, scorching me, and my reaction to the sizzling touch is instant. I cover his hands with mine, trying to control what he does next, but it doesn’t help. Now, my hands are on his hands and his hands are on my body.
“Call it what you want,” I ground out, “but you had no right to do what you did.”
“He had to know he couldn’t manipulate your dream. Money, and my many resources at your disposal, does that.”
His words knock my anger and my breath away, and confusion consumes me. His actions and his words conflict at every turn. “Why would you help me? You said I don’t belong in this world.”
“Because I won’t watch him gobble you up and destroy you.”
I remember his words, and understand now that he wanted me out of this gallery, not this profession. “Because he’s a dark, messed up, arrogant asshole who will play with my mind and use me until there is nothing else left of me I recognize.”
“That’s right.”
“And yet you say you’re worse.”
He stiffens and cuts his gaze, seeming to struggle before fixing me in a turbulent stare. “I am, Sara, which is why you should run as far away from me as you can. And I should step back and let you.”
“Then why aren’t you?” I whisper.
His eyes hold mine, and what I see there, the depth of his desire, overwhelms me. He flattens his palm on my belly and I tremble beneath the touch, and he has to feel it too. “Because,” his voice low, seductive, his hand traveling up the center of my body, “I can’t stop thinking about you, and everything I want to do to you, everywhere I want to touch you.”
His hand presses to the swell between my breasts, and my nipples ache with a wish he would touch them. His boldness ignites something sultry and dark inside me, a side of me that defies the good-girl school teacher who is appalled I haven’t stopped this. I want him. I want him here and now, and any way I can have him.
And when his gaze lowers to my mouth and lingers, I know he is thinking about kissing me and I have never wanted to be kissed so badly in my life.
“Do you taste as good as I think you do?” he asks, but he doesn’t wait for my reply.
Suddenly, his fingers have tunneled into my hair and he’s dragging my mouth to his. I am all soft submission, yielding to the moment, to the man. I melt into him, welcome the hardness of his body pressed to mine. And when his tongue presses past my lips, a long, wicked caress, I taste his hunger, his need. There is possessiveness to his kiss, to his hand on my back, molding me closer. I am lost in the ache that has become my need for this man, this stranger I cannot resist. He says he’s protecting me; he says he’s dangerous. I am conflicted, and sure I should be angry with him, but I am completely incapable and unable of processing why.
GIVEAWAY TIME:
IF I WERE YOU is a story of self discovery. The heroine finds a journal in a storage unit and begins reading. She starts to fear for the woman who wrote it and seeks her out. In doing so she changes and so does her life. Suddenly, she is living out her career dreams and there are several men in her life, and they push her to the sensual limits. But where is the woman who wrote the journal? Is she okay?
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I am have pre-ordered and anxiously waiting for “IF I WERE YOU” that is coming out on Friday. Woot, woot!!
Gayle
I’d like to say no but…I would probably open it to try and figure out whose it is and then once I saw what it was about, if it was really juicy, keep reading.
I know I am so bad.
I would no hesitation read the journal. At least at first I’m not sure if I would read all because some journals are very hard to follow. Wow can’t wait to get my hands on this book
i would like to think I wouldn’t buy yeah…I probably would!
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Yes I would read it 🙂
I would LOVE 2 read this book!!
LOVE Lisa’s work!!
opps – messed up my OWN name!!
Yes I would read it. Great give away. Can’t wait to read the book.
I would read it in a second! Especially once I saw what was in this particular journal! 🙂
Thanks so much for this great giveaway!
Unfortunately, I am incurably nosy so yes, I would read it if I found it somewhere. I would TRY to exert better self-control if it belonged to somebody I knew but I know that I probably would be nosy anyway! Thanks for the giveaway promoting an enjoyable read.
I think if I came across a journal that was in a storage locker I paid for that I would probably read it….I wouldn’t be able to help myself. Of course, it could totally backfire and be very dangerous to do so but I’d probably still do it. Thanks for the giveaway!
Yes, I’m pretty sure I would read it. Might feel guilty about it, but would still read. IF I WERE YOU sounds soooo intriguing!!
You know what is funny ladies is I am such a workaholic that without Diego reading the journal I would have glanced at it and moved on. Had D not been sick the day he found the journal that inspired the story and decided to lay down and read it — I’d probably have not read it. I’m glad he couldn’t resist:)
No, I wouldn’t read it! My daughter has a journal and I couldn’t imagine reading something that is probably very personal! Same with wrapped Christmas gifts, I don’t peek.
I hate to admit it, but I probably would read it.
I would probably look at the first page just to see if I could see who the journal belong to so I could return it. If it were my journal that was lost I would hope that I was granted the same respect.
Yes I’d read it.I’m too nosy 🙂
This sounds like a great book.
My brothers always found mine so I have been on that side but I think I would have read it too
I would. I just know I wouldnt be able to resist.
If I found the journal, like Sara did, in a storage locker or somewhere else that I paid for, I would definitely read it.
This book sounds fantastic. Can’t wait to read it.
My curiosity would absolutely get the better of me and I would end up reading it.
I’m positive my curiosity would over rule and I’d start reading. 🙂 I love Lisa’s stories. Count me in !
Carol L
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Forgot to mention my name at Amazon is Carol Luciano when I “liked” your page.
Carol L.
You know i dont know. i think might read it. if it was a older one i would be way more likely to pick it up and read it:)
It would depend on the journal. If it was old and a part of history, yes, i probably would. But i cant say that i would read anyone close to me, like family or friends.
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I would probably not read it because if the situation were reversed I would hope someone would not read mine.
If it was not someone that I knew personally, I would probably read it. If it was someone I knew, I would feel weird about reading it. Definitely if it were an old journal, I would be more tempted.
June
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I would have to say NO, I am a very private person and respect that in others because of it.
I would probably read it. I would be curious.
I probably would. I’m just too nosy! 😉
It depends on where i´m finding the journal and how old it seems. I wouldn´t open a journal that seems recent and just forgotten for the moment.
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Oh, heck yes, I’d read a journal if I found one…I’m nosy! LOL!
If it was just a random journal I would certainly read it. If it turned out that I knew the author I would have to consider the possible consequences. I wouldn’t want to know bad things about someone if it might affect my opinion of them. jepebATverizonDOTnet
I’d probably take a peek & then get hooked & keep reading.
I think I would…but then I am not sure..LOL Would I really want to read intimate details of someone else?? ….. Guess it depends on who it was…. Stranger yes… friend maybe not.. LOL
Probably not
I would probably browse it to see who it belonged to. It sounds intriguing and this case, naughty. 😉
probably, if nothing more than just to see whose it was 🙂
anybody reading MY journal would be bored to tears