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review 2019-03-12 13:26
The Empire by Lisa Renee Jones
 

The third and final book in the Filthy Trilogy - Eric and Harper's stunning finale... Passion. Lies. Family. Eric and Harper will feel the push and pull of a dynasty gone wrong. Secrets remain. Danger is everywhere. And the pull of their forbidden love will not be ignored. Can they survive their enemies and find a path to love and forever?
 
In life, there are people who touch our lives and leave lasting marks. There are people who cut us and do so in a way that we feel as if we might never heal. If we’re lucky, we find that one person who can soothe the ache of our wounds, if not heal them. That one person who sees our flaws as perfection. That one person who can make us whole again. Eric shoves me against the wall of that alcove, and with that window beside us, overlooking the city, his big body pressed to mine, his kiss not only devours me—it speaks to me. He’s my one person and I’m his. I feel that in his touch. I feel that in the way we connect. I taste it in his kiss. I don’t know where this leads us. I don’t know if it means we can overcome the Kingston family, but I know we can overcome his demons. He doesn’t, though. I taste that in his kiss as well. There is torment, a feeling like he’s bad for me. That he shouldn’t want me and the only comfort I find in this and where we’re headed is that he isn’t pushing me away—he’s pulling me closer. And I will hold him tighter. I sink into the hard lines of his body, slide my hands under his shirt, hard muscle flexing beneath my palms, the thick ridge of his erection pressed to my belly. God, how I want him, how I ache for more, and the next lick of his tongue just about undoes me. I tug on his shirt. “Take it off,” I order, wanting to feel him closer. He reaches over his head and tugs it free and then fixes me in one of those scorching blue-eyed stares, the way he had the first night we met, and I’m melting right here in this office for him. He tugs my shirt over my head and unhooks the front of my bra, his gaze raking over my naked breasts, my nipples puckering beneath his inspection, and my sex clenching, empty, so very empty without him. “Better?” he challenges, his attention settling on my face. My hands come down on his upper arms, the jaguar on his right shoulder, reminding me just how much he wants to deny his heritage. It reminds me just how much this family burns him alive. “A little.” I slide my hands down his hips and boldly stroke the line of his zipper, the thick ridge of his erection. He groans, one of his hands covering my hand, the other hand catching my hair, a rough pull as his mouth closes down on mine again. And then he’s devouring me again and I love it. I love that I’ve drawn this deep, guttural reaction from him. I love that he’s all here with me, not in his own head, not doubting how good he is for me. Not swimming in the ocean of numbers in his head. Not in the hell of the Kingston family. This drives me. I want to push him. I want to keep him here, with me. I squeeze his erection through his pants and whisper, “Why aren’t you inside me already?” He turns me, pressing me to the wall like he had in the cottage, his big body wrapping my body, his hands on my breasts, fingers teasing my nipples, lips at my ear. “You were always sweeter than revenge,” he promises. “Always more addictive.” He plucks at my nipples. “So fucking addictive and I hated you for that.” He reaches for my zipper and I squeeze my eyes shut. I don’t have to ask what he means. I understand. From the moment we met, he was in my head, in my heart, his touch imprinted on my body. The man I compared all others to, and they came up short. “I hated you, too.” His hands press under the denim at my hips. He caresses them down my legs and then his arm is wrapping my waist and he’s lifting me. In a few quick moves, I’m naked and he’s standing at my hips, one palm possessively on my backside. The other on my belly. “Do you hate me now?” His fingers walk down to my sex and he cups me. “Yes.” I look at him. “I still hate you for having this much control over me.” He slides his fingers along the seam of my sex, sending sensations darting through my body. “Is that a bad thing?” he challenges, his palm squeezing my backside, his fingers slipping inside me. “Yes,” I say, panting my way through that one word and somehow adding, “Because when I look in your eyes, like I am now, I see expectations. The wrong ones.” He scowls and suddenly he’s turning me, pressing my back to the wall, his legs caging mine. “What does that mean?” he demands. “It means as long as you expect to hurt me, as long as you expect you being a savant, you being different from me, to make us less, we will be. It means, you expect us to fail and so we will.” I swallow hard, my hand planting on his chest, his heart thundering beneath my palm, pounding out an emotional beat. “You think I can’t handle who and what you are. You still think I’m the princess and you’re the bastard.” He tangles his fingers into my hair, his touch rough, erotic, as he drags my lips to his. “We are the bastard and the princess, but I don’t care anymore. I want you. I fucking need you. Do you understand me?” Heat rushes over me, through my body, over my skin and settles in my heart and my sex. “I fucking need you, too.” “Good, because I might have asked you to stay, but I never intended to let you go. I’m not going to let you go. I’m not going to let us go.”
THE BASTARD (book one) - Available Now
 
THE PRINCESS (book two) - Available Now
 
THE EMPIRE (book three) - Available Now
New York Times and USA Today bestselling author Lisa Renee Jones is the author of the highly acclaimed INSIDE OUT series.
 
In addition to the success of Lisa's INSIDE OUT series, she has published many successful titles. The TALL, DARK AND DEADLY series and THE SECRET LIFE OF AMY BENSEN series, both spent several months on a combination of the New York Times and USA Today bestselling lists. Lisa is also the author of the bestselling WHITE LIES and LILAH LOVE series.
 
Prior to publishing Lisa owned multi-state staffing agency that was recognized many times by The Austin Business Journal and also praised by the Dallas Women's Magazine. In 1998 Lisa was listed as the #7 growing women owned business in Entrepreneur Magazine.
 
Goodreads ➜ https://www.goodreads.com/LisaReneeJones
My Review
5 Stars
The Empire by Lisa Renee Jones is book Three in the Filthy Trilogy. This continues the story of Harper and Eric, so you should really read the previous books, "The Bastard" and "The Princess " first to fully enjoy their story here. This book ties in the questions we have gather through this series along with our feelings for Harper and Eric. This series has taken me on a ride through a lot of twist and turns just waiting for their happy ending, I am such a fan of Ms. Jones that I try to stalk her pages to get information on the next book. I will always recommend her books and writing... love it.

 

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review 2019-01-23 13:23
The Princess by Lisa Renee Jones
 
The second book in the Filthy Trilogy - Eric and Harper's story continues...
 
He's the bastard of the empire, a savant, a genius, and a self-made success. He left it all behind, but he came back for her. 
 
Their passion is a flame that ignites more than their bond. It ignites secrets, lies, and a puzzle that once solved, will shake them to the core.
 
You know one deep, dark secret, but you do not yet know anywhere near everything.
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Amazon CA → https://amzn.to/2AZFCZx 
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I forget everything but him. How can I not? He owns me. That was my fear, but I don’t feel fear now. No fear at all. But there are other emotions, a swell of unnamed emotions overwhelming me. We’re in his territory, his home, the danger and darkness of this night, driving confessions and intimacy to a whole new level. “I’m not just going to fuck you, Harper,” Eric promises. “I’m going to make love to you.” 
 
Love.
 
I spoke that word to him, so hearing it on his lips shouldn’t send shockwaves through me, but somehow it does. It shouldn’t make my chest expand with fear that I didn’t feel moments before, but it does. I both want him to love me and fear the moment he does. With love comes real pain when he tells me to walk away and gives me a shove when he doesn’t really follow, because he decides the bastard and the princess can’t survive. 
 
My walls erect. I need to protect myself. “What happened to fucking the princess and leaving her behind?”
 
“We just had this conversation. I’m not leaving you again.”
 
“And yet you told me to leave.”
 
“I did,” he says. “But I’m a bastard, remember? And not just any bastard. I’m the one who wants you too damn much now to do what’s right. You run. I’ll run faster. I’ll come for you.”
 
Heat rushes up my neck. “Fucking me is safe,” I whisper. “Fucking me is—”
 
“Fucking you is perfect,” he says. “And I will fuck you, Harper. Every way I can think of and every day, but right now, I’m going to show you more than the bastard. I’m going to make love to you.” His lips part mine, his tongue stroking deep, stroking long, exploring, and the demand I’d felt in him when he’d snapped is nowhere to be found. There is just this sultry, sexy, caress of his tongue that seduces me and tears down my walls. 
 
I am his to do with as he pleases. I am his to please or otherwise. I think he really will break my heart. I think he knows it, too, but it’s too late to turn back. We’re on a path together that must be traveled, no matter where it leads.
THE BASTARD (book one) - Available Now
 
THE PRINCESS (book two) - Available Now
 
THE EMPIRE (book three) - March 12, 2019
New York Times and USA Today bestselling author Lisa Renee Jones is the author of the highly acclaimed INSIDE OUT series.
 
In addition to the success of Lisa's INSIDE OUT series, she has published many successful titles. The TALL, DARK AND DEADLY series and THE SECRET LIFE OF AMY BENSEN series, both spent several months on a combination of the New York Times and USA Today bestselling lists. Lisa is also the author of the bestselling WHITE LIES and LILAH LOVE series.
 
Prior to publishing Lisa owned multi-state staffing agency that was recognized many times by The Austin Business Journal and also praised by the Dallas Women's Magazine. In 1998 Lisa was listed as the #7 growing women owned business in Entrepreneur Magazine.
 
Goodreads ➜ https://www.goodreads.com/LisaReneeJones

My Review
5 Stars
 The Princess by Lisa Renee Jones is book 2 in the Filthy Duet / Series. This continues the story of Harper and Eric, so you should really read the previous book "The Bastard" first to fully enjoy their story here.
OMG I have been waiting for this book. I had to know what is going on with Eric and Harper and this did not disappoint! It kept me turning pages after pages wanting more...and Ms. Jones even has added to their story but adding an additional book called "THE EMPIRE"...now I need that book ASAP.
Loving their story!!

 

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review 2018-12-26 13:25
All Mine by Lisa Renee Jones
 
 
In this lifetime there is one person who will own you, who will know you, who will understand you like no one else could possibly understand you. That person for me is Carrie. I didn't want to love her. I didn't want to need her. But now that she's my world, no one is going to take her from me. Yet the minute I propose, that's exactly what the universe tries to do. It tries to take her from me. My father and the many enemies my life as my father's son has created wants to take her from me. They'll be sorry they tired. She's mine. All Mine. And everyone, including Carrie, is going to know.
 
CONTINUING REID AND CARRIE'S STORY! Read the beginning of their story in Dirty Rich Obsession - AVAILABLE NOW!

DIRTY RICH OBSESSION IS AVAILABLE NOW!!
 
REID...
Reid pulls me close, his fingers tunneling into my hair before he says, “Ever fucked in a limo, baby?” and before I can answer, his mouth closes down on mine and he’s crazy, hot kissing me. “Well?” Reid challenges, his lips parting mine after a scorching kiss. “Have you ever fucked in a limo?” “No,” I say, my hand flattening on his really hard and perfect chest, while my sex clenches in denial of my rejection about to follow. “I have not and I’m not starting now. Have you?” “No,” he says. “Which makes it all the better that I do it with you. The only woman I plan to ever fuck again in this lifetime.” He kisses me and his hand slides under my shirt and over my breast. “We paid a lot of money for this private limo,” he says. “Let’s enjoy it.” “We?” I ask, catching his hand under my shirt but it does no good to stop him. His fingers shove down the lace of my bra. “Yes. We. What’s mine is yours and just to be clear, you’re mine now.” He latches onto my nipple with his fingers and I moan with the sweet friction. “Reid,” I whisper huskily. “More, baby?” He rolls me to my back onto the long leather seat and then comes down on top of me. “You want my mouth on your nipple?” “Stop,” I warn, clenching my thighs to no avail. His big body is separating them, and both of us have a leg dangling off the seat. “We can’t—” He kisses me again, a deep, drugging kiss, while his hand squeezes my breast, and his thick cock nestles against my sex. I moan and he presses his cheek to mine, his lips at my ear. “I do believe you need my mouth on your nipple right now.” “Reid,” I hiss, but it’s too late. He’s dragging my shirt up and over my head, tossing it aside and almost immediately his mouth is on one of my nipples, suckling, and licking. “What if—” He kisses me. “I paid for privacy.” I push on his chest. “We’re in Japan. How do you know you really paid for privacy?” “It’s Japan, baby. They respect agreements here, more than Americans.” He kisses me again and his hand slides around my backside, squeezing and lifting me against him. “Maybe I should spank you right here.” “No!” I say urgently, shoving on his chest again. “Not a chance in hell.” He laughs low and sexy. “But I can fuck you?” “Are you really trying to negotiate right now?” I challenge. “I’m just trying to get inside my future wife.” He strokes a lock of hair from my face, his expression softening, his voice tender now. “Wife, Carrie. I never thought I’d call anyone that. I never thought I’d want anyone like that.” My heart squeezes. “Husband,” I whisper. “From asshole to husband. I never—” “You changed me, Carrie. You. Just you. And I need you to know that I will protect you. That I will never hurt you.” My fingers splay on his cheek and I know he’s thinking of the girlfriend that gave up her life for him. “Reid, you can’t walk around afraid for me. That’s not living.” “I will protect you,” he promises, his tone guttural, as if I haven’t even spoken, his mouth covering mine in a deep kiss, before he returns to my nipple, this time I don’t fight the pleasure. He needs this right now. Maybe I do, too. I arch into the intimate touch of his lips, his tongue, into the taut pull of his teeth against my nipple. My fingers dive into his blond hair but he moves down my body, his lips on my belly, his tongue flickering into my belly button even as he unsnaps my jeans. This jolts me and I grab his hand, lifting my head to look at him. “Are you sure we’re safe in here?” Those beautiful blue eyes of his meet mine. “I promise, baby. No one will interrupt us.” “You’re sure?” “I promise and—” “You never break a promise,” I say, stopping him there. “That’s a very marrying quality, by the way.” His lips, those brutally sexy lips, curve. “Good to know. Trust me now, Carrie.” Trust him. There is a question in his eyes, a roughness to his voice. He proposed, but on the heels of so many opportunities for me to question him. This appeal to “trust him now” isn’t about sex in a limo. It’s about so much more. “I do trust you,” I say, and my voice isn’t a whisper, just a tremble of emotion spoken quite clearly. He studies me for several long beats and then tugs my jeans down, taking the tiny strip of silk I’m wearing with them, with my shoes following. I barely have time to process just how vulnerable I am before Reid pulls his shirt over his head. “So you know you’re never naked alone, not again. Not ever.” Emotion wells in my chest and he is already on top of me, kissing me, his cheek pressing to mine as he whispers, “I love you.” “I love you, too,” I whisper back, only to have him slide down my body again
New York Times and USA Today bestselling author Lisa Renee Jones is the author of the highly acclaimed INSIDE OUT series. In addition to the success of Lisa's INSIDE OUT series, she has published many successful titles. The TALL, DARK AND DEADLY series and THE SECRET LIFE OF AMY BENSEN series, both spent several months on a combination of the New York Times and USA Today bestselling lists. Lisa is also the author of the bestselling WHITE LIES and LILAH LOVE series. Prior to publishing Lisa owned multi-state staffing agency that was recognized many times by The Austin Business Journal and also praised by the Dallas Women's Magazine. In 1998 Lisa was listed as the #7 growing women owned business in Entrepreneur Magazine.
 
Goodreads ➜ https://www.goodreads.com/LisaReneeJones

My Review
5 Stars
 All Mine by Lisa Renee Jones is book 8 in the Dirty Rich series and Book 2 in the Reid & Carrie series.  This continues the story of Carrie West and Reid Maxwell.  Their story started in their book "Dirty Rich Obsession" which is book Three in the Dirty Rich series and the First book in the Reid & Carrie Series.  Ms. Jones writing is such that you could make this a  standalone book if you wish but I truly feel to fully enjoy their story and this book you should read their books together. 
Their story picks up after Reid has asked Carrie to marry him. But their engagement doesn't go easy due to people wanting to tear them apart.  In addition a person from the past in letting his revenge go easy.  Such a exciting series.  I wish these books could be turned into a TV/Netflix series.  Just love this series...page turner for me.

 

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review 2018-11-14 13:40
THE BASTARD Lisa Renee Jones
 
I'm the bastard child, son to the mistress, my father's backup heir to the Kingston empire. He sent me to Harvard. I left and became a Navy SEAL, but I'm back now, and I finished school on my own dime. I'm now a few months from being a billionaire myself. I don't need my father's company or his love. My "brother" can have it. I will never go back there. I will never be the mistake my father made, the way he was the mistake my mother made.
 
And then she walks in the door, the princess I'd once wanted more than I'd wanted my father's love. She wants me to come back. She says my father needs to be saved. I don't want to save my father but I do want her. Deeply. Passionately. More than I want anything else.
 
But she's The Princess and I'm The Bastard. We don't fit. We don't belong together and yet she says that she needs me. We're like sugar and spice, we don't mix, but I really crave a taste. Just one. What harm can just one taste do?
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THE PRINCESS IS AVAILABLE FOR PRE-ORDER
THE PRINCESS IS THE SECOND BOOK IN THE FILTHY DUET! The finale to Harper and Eric’s story will be out on January 23rd and is available for pre-order everywhere!
Amazon CA → https://amzn.to/2AZFCZx  
 
“This is a bad idea,” she whispers, but her voice is raspy, affected, the taste of her hunger damn near on my tongue. I kiss her, a quick brush of lips, and a lick that has the heat between us damn near explosive. “Still think it’s a bad idea?” Her hands flatten on my chest but they flex rather than push. “We both know this is wrong.” “And yet you followed me here.” “You said that already,” “You knew what would happen,” I accuse. “I was angry.” I certainly know where anger and family collide, in ways I won’t explain to anyone. My jaw sets hard and I release her, putting a wide step between us. “Stay or go, but if you stay, you’re going to end up naked.” “I know your father’s an asshole, but my mother loves him and my father’s company is now a part of this one.” “The part where I said that if you stayed, you’d end up naked.” I reach for her and pull her to me. “You did understand that, correct?” “I don’t scare off that easily. If I did, I wouldn’t be working for your father and under your brother.” “It’s me I want you under,” I say, molding her close, my hands sliding up her back. “I’m too young and stupid for business, but I’m just right to fuck?” she challenges. “I’m warning you, Harper, not talking down to you. And if you’re young and stupid, so was I.” “You wanted to be here,” she says. “Yes,” I say, tangling my fingers into her hair. “I wanted to be here, just like I want to be right here, right now, with you.” My mouth closes down on hers once more, a deep thrust of tongue that’s as unforgiving as my father would be if it came down to choosing her or Isaac. It’s all about demand and I expect her to push back, to give me the rejection that sends her to the door and me to the fucking airport. That’s not what I get. Her hand on my chest doesn’t push me away. She moans and her elbow softens, those perfect curves I’d admired from a distance now pressed nice and close, right up to the moment she jerks back. “My God. What are we doing? You’re my stepbrother.” I walk her back against the wall, my hands caressing up her ribcage to cup her breasts. “I told you,” I say, stroking my thumbs over her nipples. “I’m not your fucking brother. Not now. Not ever.” I cup her face, lean in and my mouth finds her mouth, and if she thought my tongue unforgiving before now, she was wrong. This is unforgiving. It’s in my blood. It’s who I am, who I was born to be. A bastard who wants her. I have this sudden need that consumes me. I shove my hand into the top of her dress, fingering her nipple. She makes this soft, sexy sound that has my cock twitching, expanding beneath my zipper. As if she knows, she presses her hand to my crotch and holy fuck, I need inside this woman. I push off the wall and shrug out of my jacket, my gaze raking over the tops of her breasts. Her teeth scrape her bottom lip, and I want that mouth on my body. I want my mouth on her body. I toss the jacket, rip away my tie, and she doesn’t run away as I half expect she will. She closes the space between us, her fingers on my buttons, working them down my shirt, but when one hand slides down to my crotch, I react. I slow things down before I fuck her and this is over, and when it is, I’m gone. Suddenly I’m not ready to leave, which is why I turn her to the wall, and force her hands to its surface, yanking down her zipper before I pull my shirt over my head. I step into her, my erection at her backside, my lips at her ear. “You saw me watching you across the pool,” I say, my fingers catching the straps at her shoulders. “Of course I saw you. You wanted me to see you.” “Yes. I did. I wanted you to know I wanted to fuck you.” I shove the straps of her dress down her arms. “I wanted you to know I wanted you naked.” I pull the dress down, and with no bra to contend with I have it down her hips and to her feet. I lift her and kick it away, taking a moment to appreciate just how perfect her heart-shaped ass is before I turn her to face me. My fingers tangle in her hair and I pull her to me. “And since you’re here,” I add, “I will assume you got that message loud and clear.” “I’m still angry and you’re still an arrogant asshole, but apparently it doesn’t matter, so fuck me before I come to my senses.” I press my cheek to hers, my hand on her cheek, lips by her ear. “I promise to use my tongue in all the right places to make sure you have no regrets.” She pants out a breath that tells me my words affect her and I’m right there when she does, kissing her again, drinking her in, and damn she tastes good; one part innocence, one part a drug that knows how good it feels. And she does feel so fucking good. I scoop her up and carry her through the living area to the bedroom, because hell, I don’t know, it just feels like I should fuck her on the bed, though I could have easily kept her right there by the door. I want this woman. I want her in a bad way and I wanted her from the moment I saw her by that pool. I set her on her feet and I pull her close. “This is where I lick and you come on my tongue.”
New York Times and USA Today bestselling author Lisa Renee Jones is the author of the highly acclaimed INSIDE OUT series. In addition to the success of Lisa's INSIDE OUT series, she has published many successful titles. The TALL, DARK AND DEADLY series and THE SECRET LIFE OF AMY BENSEN series, both spent several months on a combination of the New York Times and USA Today bestselling lists. Lisa is also the author of the bestselling WHITE LIES and LILAH LOVE series. Prior to publishing Lisa owned multi-state staffing agency that was recognized many times by The Austin Business Journal and also praised by the Dallas Women's Magazine. In 1998 Lisa was listed as the #7 growing women owned business in Entrepreneur Magazine.
 
Goodreads ➜ https://www.goodreads.com/LisaReneeJones

My Review
 5 Stars
THE BASTARD Lisa Renee Jones is the First book in the Filthy Duet and the Six Book in the Dirty Rich series.  This is the story of Harper and Eric. 
Eric is the bastard son and the spare heir to the Mitchell empire.  But he dislike his father as much as he felt his father disliked him.  Never wanting to make the mistakes of his parents he choose to go off and be come a Navy Seal then on to making himself rich on his own accord.  Not needing his family nor the money they have he vows to not go back.  Then Harper comes to him his Step-sister and the one women that make him feel things.  Harper asks him to come back to help his father and the company.  Eric's feelings for Harper hasn't changed and she is the only thing that would make him go back to help her.

 

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review 2018-10-10 13:15
Dirty Rich Cinderella Story
 
Continuing where Dirty Rich Cinderella Story left off... Get ready for a steamy honeymoon, and a heart-stopping welcome home for Cole and Lori! The unexpected is about to happen and while Lori has faced the demons of her past, she and Cole will face those of his past now.
 
PRAISE FOR DIRTY RICH CINDERELLA STORY
“Engrossing, emotional, and steamy... this book will have you biting your nails. Definitely, the type of book you will want to read in one sitting. This is a story for all of you romantics who believe in love at first sight. Swooning while you read is guaranteed!”—As You Wish Reviews “Hot and sexy, interesting and engaging and I can't wait to see what's next from LRJ!!”—Book Loving Pixies Blog “This book is a FAST-PACED, WICKEDLY SEDUCTIVE and SPELLBINDING read with a dash of suspense, some unexpected twists and turns, and a hefty dose of swoon!” —Kim R. 
Amazon Universal → http://mybook.to/DRCE
 
 
“You have me now. I’m not going anywhere. I promise.” “You can’t promise that.” “I can,” he says, his voice deep, rich, his tone absolute. “I will.” “People die.” “Yes, but if I die, you’ll know how much I loved you. You’ll know I’m still with you.” He cups my face. “But you don’t get to get rid of me that easily. Whatever waits for us here, there, or anywhere, we’ll get through it together. That’s what husbands and wives do.” Warmth and calm wash over me. “Husband,” I whisper. “Wife,” he replies, his gaze raking over my lips, and lifting. “About that zipper.” “Take me to our hotel and I’ll show you how it works.” “I can’t wait that long,” he counters, reaching for said zipper. I catch his hand. “Cole,” I warn urgently. “You have to wait.” I’ve barely finished that reprimand before his mouth is crashing down on mine and he’s kissing me, his tongue stroking my tongue. One of his hands settles at the base of my spine, molding me close, all those hard, sinewy parts of him pressed to all the soft parts of me and I moan. Another second later, and my zipper is open, and he’s pressed my hands over my head, his fingers dragging over the thin lace of my barely-there bra, teasing my nipples. “We can’t do this here,” I whisper, and I mean it, despite the moan that rolls from my throat, as his fingers slide between my legs, heat pooling low in my belly and spreading to the touch of his fingers. “And yet we are,” he says. Voices sound just outside the door, and I panic. “Cole,” I hiss. He reacts, and in an instant, his arm is around my waist and he’s pulling me into a long, narrow stall, shutting the heavy door and locking it. Women, two I think, enter the bathroom, and Cole steps back in front of me, his cheek pressing to mine as he whispers. “I’m going to make you come with them standing right there.” My fingers curl on his chest. “No,” I silently whisper, but he swallows the protest with a deep lick of his tongue, and just like that, he’s grabbed my panties and yanked them away. And then he’s kneeling on one knee, his lips pressing to my belly, and the effect is an adrenaline rush up and down my body. My fingers tangle in his hair and I tell myself it’s to pull him away, but his tongue flicks my belly button and I bite my lip to silence my pleasure. I know where that tongue is headed and it’s almost too much.
 
Dirty Rich Cinderella Story is Cole and Lori's first book and MUST be read prior to reading the new release, DIRTY RICH CINDERELLA STORY: EVER AFTER
Amazon Universal → http://mybook.to/DRC
 
DON'T MISS THE REST OF THE DIRTY RICH SERIES! 
LEARN MORE AND ORDER HERE → http://dirtyrich.lisareneejones.com
 
 
New York Times and USA Today bestselling author Lisa Renee Jones is the author of the highly acclaimed INSIDE OUT series.
 
In addition to the success of Lisa's INSIDE OUT series, she has published many successful titles. The TALL, DARK AND DEADLY series and THE SECRET LIFE OF AMY BENSEN series, both spent several months on a combination of the New York Times and USA Today bestselling lists. Lisa is also the author of the bestselling WHITE LIES and LILAH LOVE series.
 
Prior to publishing Lisa owned multi-state staffing agency that was recognized many times by The Austin Business Journal and also praised by the Dallas Women's Magazine. In 1998 Lisa was listed as the #7 growing women owned business in Entrepreneur Magazine.
 
Goodreads ➜ https://www.goodreads.com/LisaReneeJones

My Review
5 Stars
DIRTY RICH CINDERELLA STORY: EVER AFTER book 5 in the Dirty Rich Series. This book continues the story of Cole Brooks and Lori Havens who met and their story played out in 'Dirty Rich Cinderella Story'. This book catches us up with them and has its own story line where their is still danger going on toward Lori and Cole still working to keep her safe. I have read the previous books but with this author's writing, I did feel you could read this as a standalone...but this series has been so good and I just love Cole and Lori I would say you would't want to miss them.
This book you get your romance, a hot alpha male, a strong heroine, great hot scene and the underline dangerous story/threat.
Can't get enough of Ms. Jones's writing...loved it. 

 

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