Lisa has written a sexy paranormal entitiled If Only, and this one looks right up my alley!
It's about being able to fix past mistakes, and mistakes coming back to haunt you. I can wait to learn more.
Blurb:
What
would you do if you had the opportunity to go back and relive your greatest
mistake?
Five
years ago, Bree Sexton walked out on her fiancé and into the arms of a charming
and handsome stranger. She has regretted her decision ever since. Instead of a
fairy-tale marriage, her “prince” shattered her dreams and her spirit with
physical violence and emotional cruelty she barely escaped.
She then
mysteriously wakes up in bed with the fiancé she loved and left, the life she’d
dreamed of now a reality, until her cruel ex-husband reappears to destroy her
new life. But what is real, and what is make-believe? Is she really getting the
chance she has always dreamed of? And when it is all said and done, will she
finally end up with the man she has always regretted leaving? Or will she wake
up to discover herself alone?
Bree
stood there for a minute, watching as he walked out of her life. She couldn’t
help but wonder what would have happened if she had married Scott instead of
Bryan. How would her life have been different? Would she have had children by
now? Would she and Scott still be together, after all this time? Those thoughts
and more weighed heavily on her mind as she headed out of the bar. It had begun
to snow, and she wrapped her coat even tighter around her slender frame. She
looked around, but there was no one to be found. She couldn’t help herself; she
stuck out her tongue, a childish impulse she couldn’t ignore, and then laughed
out loud in spite of herself.
She
looked both ways before attempting to cross the street. Not seeing any cars,
she began to make her way across. Bree was walking cautiously when one of her
high heels slipped on a patch of ice. She could feel herself falling, and her
breathing quickened as she began to panic, wishing she had waited for her
friends before venturing off on her own. One shoe flew off as she landed, her
head striking the curb. A sharp pain racked through the back of her skull,
causing her to cry out. The last thing she saw was Scott’s face swimming before
her eyes, and then her world went black.
Bree
awoke to a man nipping gently on her earlobe, his tongue stroking the delicate
curves. His hot breath blew into her ear, sending shivers up and down her
spine. She slowly opened her eyes as a man’s hand stroked her upper thigh, and
she sighed happily.
Ooh, I
must be dreaming. And it was such a delicious dream, too.
The
man’s hand traveled up her thigh and then encircled her flat stomach. Out of
the corner of her eyes, Bree could see a dark head pressing against her
abdomen. Then she shivered as a tongue laved her belly button, going in and out
erotically, making her feel as though her body was on fire. Bryan had never
made her feel like this, and she hadn’t even looked yet to see who this
stranger was! But she was only dreaming, so what difference did it make?
His hand
continued traveling north, lovingly caressing her skin. He reached for her
aching breasts, pressing her nipples roughly before he lowered his mouth to
suckle them, first one, and then the other. Bree arched in anxious response to
his touch. She longed to see his face, but she feared one look would make his
magical touch disappear.
She
ached all over, wanted his hands to caress her everywhere, and she longed to
touch him. She opened her legs as he straddled her. His hair brushed her naked
chest as he began kissing her. His tongue was driving her crazy with desire as
he placed tender kisses along her neckline. He brushed her hair aside.
His
morning stubble stung her delicate skin, but she hungered for more. Just one
more touch, just one more taste, and she would awaken from this wonderful dream
and find herself in bed, all alone.
“Oh,
Bree, baby. What you do to me,” he whispered, his voice husky.
That
voice jerked her back to the present. The voice had haunted her dreams for
years.
The voice of the man she just couldn’t seem to get over.
“Scott,”
she whispered.
About
the Author
The
writing bug bit Lisa M. Owens at an early age; she was writing short stories
and poetry by the age of seven. At the age of eight, she entered a writing
contest at her elementary school. About fifty books were written, but Lisa was
one of the thirteen writers chosen who received a certificate and the chance to
meet Oklahoma writer Sandy Miller.
A former
victim of domestic violence herself, Lisa worked at the courthouse for over
seven years. Almost three of those years she worked on the Marriage
License/Protective Order desk. She helped women file protective orders and
worked closely with the staff and counselors at DVIS.
Frustrated
with books that merely gloss over the subject of domestic violence, Lisa wanted
to write a book that told the entire story. Her dream is for her words to help
give someone the courage to leave an abusive relationship.
She
resides in Oklahoma and has two children. This is her first published novel,
and she is currently working on the next novel of her If Only series.
Lisa
enjoys hearing from her readers and can be reached at P.O. Box 9643, Tulsa, OK
74157-0643, or by e-mail, lisamowens@ymail.com. She can also be contacted on
her website, www.lmowens.com.
Sounds like a really interesting book. Now you've got me wondering if she's hallucinating the second chance because she hit her head or if she can really go back in time. Good excerpt.
ReplyDeleteThanks for visiting, Allie! It does sounds intriguing, doesn't it?
DeleteGreat premise - what if and second chances.
ReplyDeleteLove that idea too! Thanks for visiting, WAB!
DeleteI like it! It sounds like it has psychological elements and those make great stories. Is it real or is it memorex?
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