Another excerpt of FORSAKEN! Enjoy and be sure to pre-order and pass along the HeadTalker campaign. And more than anything, thank you all so much for the support! Amazon – http://goo.gl/i0mv7D B&N – http://goo.gl/ZQF0ym iBooks – http://goo.gl/aAEc97 Copyright Lisa Renee Jones/Gallery Books 2015 Anger expands in me, seeping into my veins, and on some level, I know it’s not about Gia at all, or maybe I just fear it will be about her. I don’t want to trust her and be wrong. “You barely know me.” “I know you’re in pain. I know what being alone feels like, and I know that’s what you feel right Alone. It’s a word that pierces my heart with guilt. It’s what I know my sister has felt for six long years. I was all she had, the only one she could count on, even if she didn’t know I was there—and I failed her. The pain is a seed that grows and expands inside me in an instant, and suddenly, or maybe not so suddenly, the idea of being betrayed by Gia is not as biting as the idea of failing her as well. My hands come down on her face, and I stare at her. “I have money and resources to hide you, and I promise you, no one will find you. But I won’t be there with you. I’m poison to anyone near me. You can’t forget that. I can’t forget that.” I don’t give her time to reply. My mouth closes down on hers, my tongue pressing past her lips, stroking and stroking again, in what is instantly an aggressive, searching kiss. She moans, and I swear the sound of her moan shatters a piece of my soul that is already bleeding for my sister. In this moment, it feels like all I have left is this woman.

Here's an excerpt of FORSAKEN! Enjoy and be sure to pre-order and pass along the HeadTalker campaign. And more than anything, thank you all so much for the support! Amazon - http://goo.gl/i0mv7D B&N - http://goo.gl/ZQF0ym iBooks - http://goo.gl/aAEc97 Copyright Lisa Renee Jones/Gallery Books 2015 “Chad.” Gia’s voice, directly behind me, radiates through me, and with it unwelcomed white-hot need. Desire. Lust. I tell myself that it’s wrong. She’s wrong for me, and yet for some damnable reason I can’t begin to understand, this woman feels right in a way that nothing else has in a long time. Every muscle in my body tenses in anticipation of her touch, and the moment her hand comes down on my back, that blast of adrenaline I desperately need burns through me. I grab her and pull her in front of me, stepping into her, my legs framing hers, my hands on her waist, fingers flexing into the soft flesh there. And when she looks up at me, I see none of the blame I feel toward myself. The understanding that I didn’t think she could have is there. And she’s here. Not offering words of sympathy that do me no good—offering herself. I see it in her eyes, her desire to match mine, and even if I believed she was still loyal to Sheridan, which I don’t, I’m not sure I would care. Wrapping my hand around her neck, I pull her to me, flattening her body against mine, bringing her mouth a breath away from the next kiss I’ve denied myself too long. “I don’t care who’s going to hate who later. I just want to fuck you.” She curls her fingers around my shirt. “Then stop talking and do it.” “You can’t handle this part of me.” Her chin lifts defiantly. “Try me.” “Be careful what you ask for. You might get it.” “If you’re trying to scare me, it won’t work. In fact, it might make me want it more. Just like you want to escape your memories, I have a few of my own I’d like to forget right now.” That’s all the encouragement I need. My mouth slants over hers, tongue pressing past her lips, and the heady taste of her, all sweet honey and temptation, fills my senses.